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our choices seal our fate (pt 3)
 1.5 years later: after her death
"Jesus H ...freaking...CHRIST!" Eddie yelled, as he tried prying the door open to the beat up piece of sh*t car he owned. Actually, it was his dads car, but since his dad was still a wanted man, and /still/ not caught, Eddie had been using it regularly to get to school. Eddie was still staying at his uncles place, though he wasn't sure how much longer that would be the case - money was still tight. School continued being hell, and the only solace he found was playing D&D with his group of friends and freaks alike at the Hellfire club. That was precicely where he was currently heading, if he could get the damn car door open, "You piece of...." he yanked on the door handle, "f***ing, f***ing..." he pulled harder, "SH*T!" he yanked so hard the handle flew off, and Eddie stumbled backwards, dust flying up every which way as he landed.
"Looks like you need a new car." a voice from behind Eddie caused him to rather quickly shoot to his feet and turn around. He recognized the man standing in front of him. He hadn't seen him in, well, since he was a kid. A 'friend' of his dads, "Turner -" Eddie grumbled, blinking as though half expecting him to be a figment of his imagination. The man, Turner, glared in Eddie's direction and right then and there he knew something was up. This wasn't going to be a friendly hello, goodbye, situation.
"F***. What is it?" Eddie ground out, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Turner slowly circled Eddie, holding what looked like a pocket knife in his hand. Eddie swallowed, and watched as he was circled, not taking his eyes off the man.
"I left your sh*t-bag dad 5k worth of drugs -" Turner flipped the knife over and over in his hands, and kicked at the dirt so that it casually flew onto Eddie's already dirty jeans, "I know that f***er isn't selling it right now, and I know that means he's not paying me back." Eddie's heart began hammering in his chest. Of course, leave it to his on-the-run dad to not settle his debts before killing his mom and bolting. Sh*t. F***. F***, "Where is it, Eddie? I want it all back."
"How am I supposed to know?" Eddie lied. His eyes lingered a bit too long on Turner's reddening face, "BULLSH*T!" Turner spat, suddenly grabbing Eddie's arm and nearly pulling him towards his uncle's trailer, "Show me what's left, f***er." Eddie stumbled towards the door, opened it and quickly went inside to where he kept what was remaining of whatever his dad had left behind. The only issue was that he and his buddies had been, well, using the stash of drugs. Turner led him silently down the hall as Eddie opened his bedroom door, fumbling through a box he kept under his bed. Turner ripped the box from his hands and opened it with the speed of someone who was about to be extremely pissed off.
Turner let out a low chuckle that made Eddie's heart sink into his stomach, "You-you owe me 5k, boy." he growled, and Eddie raised his hands and stepped back, "Dude, I literally have no money, I'm-" Eddied stuttered, "This isn't my mess!" Turner grabbed Eddie by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him so that their faces were merely inches apart, "Sell the rest of this sh*t. I don't care what you have to do to get me my money back, but you'll f***ing do it." he spat, "And if I find out you're using it, I'll f***ing kill you. Get. Me. My. Money. Back."
Letting go of Eddie and shoving him back, Eddie caught his balance, lips slightly parted, quite literally in shock. Turner stepped towards him again as though prompting Eddie to reply. Sucking in a sharp breath Eddie replied, "Okay...okay...I'll-yeah, I'll do it." Without another word, Turner turned and left the room, "You have three weeks."
Hands cupped his mouth as he sat down slowly onto his bed, eyes wide in disbelief.
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