Prompt: I want to know what goes on in Hank's mind before, during and after he attacks Rio... could you write something like that?
A.N.- Wow, this was super interesting! So I did Hank's POV of the night he attacked Rio at dinner (I don't remember off the top of my head what chapter that was, sorry Dx). I'm not, and never have been, a major drug addict, so, uh, sorry if this isn't how they think exactly...? XD Idk, I tried. Enjoy Hank's POV!
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“So is this Ezra kid a new friend of yours?” mom asked Rio as we put food on our plates.
Rio nodded at her. “Yea, I guess you could say that.”
“He seems very nice,” mom said.
“I guess he is,” Rio said with a shrug. He shoved mashed potatoes into his mouth, looking away from mom.
But, being annoying and nosy, she pressed on. “Mitch hasn’t been over in a little while.”
“What a shame,” Rio said.
“Did something happen?” Mom frowned.
“No,” Rio said.
“I’m surprised Mitch has put up with you for this long,” I said, and he looked at me with a knowing look in his eyes. “You’re obnoxious.”
I wanted him to argue with me. I wanted him to snap. I wanted him to hit me. I wanted a reason to let my anger out, and I knew Rio could have a short temper.
But instead, he just nodded and said “I am obnoxious. But Mitch has dealt with worse.”
I glared at him, my head getting a little whisper that I knew would explode into a roaring throb. I hated it. It felt like there was a fire in my veins and drums in my fucking head. It was awful, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“So, do you guys want to watch a movie after dinner?” dad offered.
“No,” I snapped. Let him yell at me. Let him argue. Just let me get this damn anger out.
“Okay. Maybe another night then,” he said, and my anger grew even more.
God, I hated this family. I hated them for doing this to me. I hated them for taking it all away from me and leaving me to suffer like this.
“Mary and Greg invited us over for dinner tomorrow,” mom said. “I think it will be nice to go.”
Ethan flashed through my mind, with his shield of sarcasm. “I don’t want to go. I hate spending time around Ethan,” I said, the whisper in my head getting louder and louder with each passing second. Ethan was so much like Rio. That damn sarcasm.
“Leave Ethan alone,” Rio said.
“Of course you stand up for him,” I said. He was the one who had taught Ethan his sarcasm.
“What? Do you want him to have his allergy triggered and watch him die?” he asked, anger rising in his eyes at last. “Will that make you happy? Watching him die? Do you care about anyone, Hank?”
