parasite // eddsworld tomtord

chapter four - hangover

A yelp left my throat, the sting of his hand against my face making me twist in the opposite direction. My brain rattled in my head, feeling like a glob, dripping like maple syrup out of my ears.

"You little fucking thief."

I blinked a couple times, one of my hands finding my face, which was quickly becoming a swollen red mess.

"I fucking understand why you couldn't even get your dad to stick around. You're a goddamn disappointment."

His words were muffled and distorted in my head, but I understood. I didn't respond, though. I was too high. I didn't want to do anything but lie down and fall asleep for years - the walls swirled around me until I felt seasick, and my hands didn't feel like my own.

I ignored the lump in my throat until a lone tear rolled down my cheek.

"Now this. You fucking pussy - what did I tell you about crying?" He spoke, rage flaring in his words, his hands finding my chest as he shoved me backwards. I couldn't keep my balance, and didn't fight it as I toppled to the floor. The air left my lungs and I wheezed, curling up with my arms around my stomach, allowing myself to sob. "You are not my fucking son. You will never be my son."

"Is that supposed t-to upset me?" I finally responded, voice calm, but my breathing ragged. I glared up at my stepfather, his figure morphing and shifting within my intoxicated vision, my teeth bared. "I couldn't be happier that I'm not your son."

He stared at me for a moment, before a shoe met with my face.

The door swung open simultaneously, and I let out a shriek, my sobs becoming more intense. I couldn't hear it, but I could feel my nose snap after the contact with my stepdad's shoe. My hands bolted to my face, covering my nose. I could feel the blood drip onto my hands, the floor moving underneath me, the walls dripping, sobbing purples, greens, and blues all over the floor. I watched them seep up below me, enveloping me in color, sound, and feeling; the red of my blood in the corner of my vision as everything around me swirled.

"Get the fuck away from him!!"

Mom.

I let my parent's voices drown out of my mind, only picking up certain words.

"Stole."

"Disappointment."

"High."

"Acid."

"Abortion."

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"Yeah, I broke my nose when I was younger."

"Wow- how?"

"I got in a fight with some kid."

"Classic Tord!" He nuzzled into my chest, peeking up at me with glimmering brown eyes. Glimmering, innocent, ignorant eyes. "You were really a bad kid when you were younger, hmm? Why?"

No guilt passed through me as I lied to my lover... my sweet, sweet Edd. His naïveté was better for the both of us. I didn't want any of Edd's pity. Who I was, and what happened to me - that wasn't a part of me anymore. "I was troubled, I guess. I was edgy."

"Elaborate, sweetheart," His voice got soft, worried, that motherly tone I'd gotten so used to. I loved Edd, I loved him to bits, and his compassion was only one of my unending amounts of reasons to adore him. But I don't deserve him, no matter how dramatic that sounds, it's the truth - I'm a sociopathic sadist, and he's an overprotective sweetheart. Our compatibility astounds me.

"It was probably just hormones. Testosterone," I reply nonchalantly, lies coming to me easily.

"Maybe. Who was the kid, anyway?"