Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Band Aid

I woke up at three in the afternoon and even though realistically I knew receiving a text from Eddie would be far-fetched, I still was disappointed when one wasn't sent. I had to visit him, no matter how intimidating the thought was. Even if he didn't want to see me ever again, I needed to allow myself to confide in him. I have let everyone in my life just walk away but I couldn't do that with Eddie, he was far too special.

Without hesitation, I leap out of bed and pick out my favorite Queen shirt to wear. I match it with over-worn blue jeans and the same converse I wore daily. I take extra time while brushing my teeth, in case I'm granted a second life and things go well. I never do anything to my hair ever. What was I going to do? It was long and had a mind of its own, a mind I had no want in controlling. I never thought twice about my hair, even when my friends would pick on it, but for whatever reason it was getting on my last nerve today.

"Fuck," I mumble to myself while struggling to get the comb to go through.

"It's official, I have the dumbest fucking hair in the entire world. What if I just cut it all of myself? No don't be a dumb-fuck, Tozier. Just... do something!" I argue with my reflection

Eddie's hair was always perfect, just like everything about him. How could someone so flawless walk into my life and I ruin it so quickly? I decided on combing it back. I have always thought it looked stupid like this, but when I spent Christmas at Cassie's last year, she made me style it like this. She claimed it made me look classier and far more put together, but I just thought it made me look like a dunce.

I skip down the stairs, jumping and landing with both two feet when I get to the solid ground. To my suprise, my dad sits on his sofa staring at the television. He should have been at work today, but he wasn't. I looked different, my entire persona was off. It was only a matter of seconds before he said something narky.

"Why are you dressed like that?" He calls out, staying perfectly still.

I creep towards the door, "Like what?"

"You're fucking hair. And who's on your shirt?" He explains.

"It's Freddy Mercury."

"Oh," My dad stands up, "that AIDS guy."
I look towards my feet and gulp, "He's just in Queen, I like their music. That's all, he's just in a band to me."
"Well, I think it puts out the wrong sort of message for us, don't you?" He asks, rhetorically.

I shake my head, "It's just a shirt."
"Why don't we go ahead and change, then I can give that shirt to the children who actually need clothes at GoodWill," He directs.

I disagree, "I don't want to, a friend gave this shirt to me."
He scoffs, "What, like that one friend that you had your body all over?"

Normally I would lie, I'd play by his rules regardless of how I felt. Today wasn't an ordinary day for me though. There was nothing in this world that I had the patience for, not even my father.

Without even thinking about it, I look him directly in his eyes and proudly say, "Yes, he did give it to me. And I like this shirt, I'm not changing."

"You're no son of mine," he musters, as he did frequently.

"Well you're no father," I admit.

Just like that, he pushes me with such strength I fall to the ground. Before I even have time to get up, his belt is already off of his waist. I don't even have time to shield my face, so instantly I feel the painful whip slash my left cheek. While he does it he yells, so loud. I have never heard a voice raise so powerfully from anyone else but him. I know my mom is awake, her bedroom light was on when I passed it just moments earlier. I know she hears what's going on, but she chooses to ignore it. Why did she have to constantly ignore it?