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There & Back Again : xReader Edition

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 6000+ words: (CW: angst. nightmares. toxic family dynamic. mentions of blood. violence. implied domestic abuse & SA - not done by Eddie )

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The room is unervingly frigid.

You toss and turn in your bed. A cold sweat slips down your neck, sliding down your arms, and rolling along your legs.

Chest rising and falling rapidly as you cannot catch your breath.

Locked inside a void dream with the sound of skittering little legs. Your fingers claw at the bedsheets in the same way they clawed at the dirt walls in the darkness. Silent screams echoing in your head as tiny stings leave your limbs tingling with pain.

"I took you so that they might not," A lithe voice echoes in the quiet spaces of your mind.

Limbs that once stung now felt numb, and a throat sore from crying at the top of your lungs fell still.

You find yourself looking up into unapologetic eyes that went on like oceans. Feeling smaller than you've ever had, and as he closed his eyes, your eyes opened.

You awoke with a start, eyes wide open but unable to move no matter how hard you willed your body.

"Don't scream, just wait for it to pass... it's too early to wake Dad up." you think.

Talking yourself down within the confines of your head, you continue to will your limbs to move and soon can sit up.

With a sigh of relief, you brush your hand against your face, your eyes going to a tank near the window in which a tarantula scuttled peacefully.

"Good morning Shelob," You called, getting to your feet.

Your legs still ached from the night before, a grim reminder that sent a shudder down your back. It nearly brought tears to your eyes.

Leaning on Shelob's tank You choke back tears, pulling open your drawer you pluck out an old-fashioned soft blue dress and your underwear.

Retreating to the bathroom, you get ready for the day ahead of you.

Casting one last glance back at your home, you can see your father looming in the master bedroom window.

You force on a smile and head toward your black 1979 Chevrolet Chevette, waiting there in for Patrick.

In the rearview mirror, you check your face, the cold water had taken the puffiness away from your eyes.

"Morning Pat." you call as your brother climbs into the car.

But he said nothing in return, his whole body facing the window, and he rests his head in his hand looking out.

"Just come on before we're late, I said I'd meet Jason early for practice," Patrick grumbles.

You give a weary sigh and remind yourself that Patrick is going through a phase, before starting the car.

At school, Patrick was quick to flee off to his friends. You swing your backpack over one shoulder and look around the packed parking lot.

Heart thumping heavily in your chest, eyes scanning the many faces, it was all becoming overwhelming.

"Hey," A grounding voice calls behind you.

Robin slips her hand onto your shoulders. "It's the same thing every day, yeah? Just breathe," she says.

You give a stiff nod

"Come on, I have got to tell you about the amazing movie I saw just last night!" Robin cheered, taking you by the hand and leading her into the school.

"Movie?" you question.

"Yes!" Robin cheered.

"And so then it took me ages to figure out what happened at the end, but I was still in tears, and it was just amazing, you know!" Robin rambled on as the two of you cruised the hall.

"Huh yeah..." you murmur, nearly walking under Robin while avoiding stepping too close to others.

From the corner of your eye, you could spot Hawkins High's most famous couple, Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler.

You could hardly take your eyes off of them. You could say you've had a crush on Steve for well over three years now. It was a shallow pool that glistened on the surface, but that was it.

You were more in love with the idea of love, always had been, and nothing ever looked better than the way Steve was capable of looking at the girls he dated.

But more recently? The way he looked at the Wheeler girl, and the way she gazed right back.

Your chest would ache, not because you wanted Steve specifically, but because you longed for what they had.

"Oh..." Robin breathed, watching her friend watch the couple.

"Um...um, Hey!" Robin called frantically, "What do you say we go get like some snacks and chill at our spot? You can help me practice for my solo in band." Robin offered.

You pry your eyes away from the fawning couple and offer a small smile to Robin, Whose eyes fluttered as she inwardly melted.

"Sounds good." you reply.

"Hey there Buckley, McKinney - Performance at the Hideout," Jeff sang, passing out flyers in the hall.

"Yeah, whatever," Robin spoke quickly, brushing him off as if he hadn't been there at all.

However, you quietly take the flyer and give him a nod.

He knew, by now, that ____ McKinney never showed up to anything other than her brother's games. But he was still extending the invite, Eddie would have, It was a well-known fact that the McKinney siblings were like night and day.

"Wait, are you seriously going to go?" Robin asked you.

You shrug in reply quietly stating, "Probably not."

"Well, I think you should, you can tell your dad that...you're staying at my place. We'll go together and you can spend the night. It'll be fun." said Robin.

You look down at your feet with a shake of your head.

"Dad doesn't allow sleepovers anymore," you sigh.

"That's bullshit, Patrick just spent two whole nights last week with Jason and the team." Robin raged.

You could only muster a feeble excuse of, "That's different."

Robin exhaled in defeat and shook her head. "I know, he's your dad and I know they took you in, but I hate him, and he is an awful person." Robin seethed.

You look up at Robin and smile, laughing slightly, "thanks Robin."

"Yeah." Robin sighed, "but don't thank me, it's not like I can help you." she murmured.

"More than you think, really," you utter with gratitude, before the two of you part to head to your separate classes.

"And after she totally drug my flute skills through the mud!" Robin ranted.

"I had this great comeback in mind, but Ms.Wiggins started giving us a lecture about how we need to stay coordinated, and I have no coordination," she went on.

"Let alone when I am seething because I can out-flute Sherry in circles twice on a frozen river, and she's talking about my flute skills?" Robin's ramble finally came to a halt.

You sat at a small table in the woods near the school, watching Robin rant with a small smile on your face.

"You let Sherry the mouth get to you?" you ask her.

Robin shrugged, "it's that voice...you know better, but it still gets under your skin." she confessed.

"So, flute solo?" you hum, trying to reel in her thoughts.

Robin blinked a few times towards you...

"huh...oh!" she gasps, trying to open her flute chase in a fluster.

"Yeah, sorry totally forgot, my bad...heh, and it was my idea." Robin said bonking her palm against her forehead, "earth to Buckley" Robin whispered.

you giggle, "It's fine, Robin."

Robin pulled out her flute and put it to her mouth, "it's a classical solo, so...." Robin said teetering her head.

"I figure maybe you'd like to practice, your Ballet? I mean.... I heard last Spring's Swan Princess camp was pretty brutal." Robin said.

You side glance, you'd almost forgotten you told Robin that you'd gone to Ballet Camp.

"Y-yeah....they worked us into the ground." you stammer.

"I should say so, you had bruises all over your back for a whole week after," Robin said.

"I thought you were great at those leaps and...shots...and things..." Robin added.

"Saut De Chat, and apparently not." you sigh

Your stomach knotted and squirmed, it made you sick inside lying to Robin again.

"Sooo, will you dance?" Robin asked hopefully.

With a nod you start to remove your shoes.

"Yay!" Robin cheered, getting ready to play her flute.

"I told you man," Eddie said in an irritated sigh.

"I don't do refunds, you asked for Heavy Nova, I warned you that stuff was known to put you to sleep. It isn't my fault you crashed during your interview." Eddie stated dryly, leading his classmate and customer, Paul Elwood, from the football team.

"That's bullshit Munson!" Paul shouted.

Eddie turned on his heel, walking backward he held out his arms and shrugged.

"You had fair warning, look I can offer you a four percent discount if you want to buy something else. And this time, you might want to go with the Crystal Mother." Eddie said.

Stopping in his tracks, Eddie reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a bag of dark green bundles.

"Won't get a better deal." Eddie said.

Paul rolled his eyes, and reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small bundle of money, separating it, and passing Eddie the payment.

Eddie let Paul take the bag from his hands, "thank you, you won't be sorry this time." He said with a small bow.

"Weirdo.." Paul muttered, stalking off in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, but I'm a paid weirdo, and you're out ten bucks." Eddie murmured.

Putting his money safely in his pocket, the sound of a flute reached his ears. "Someone is at my sales table?" Eddie thought, following the sound.

With closed eyes, you'd fallen into a seemingly endless pirouette.

"Whoa h-hey, chill a bit, you're making me dizzy." Robin whimpered, pausing in her playing.

Coming to a stop you gave her an apologetic smile.

you sheepishly state, "Sorry, it's a good way to think, or you know not to think... I kinda got lost somewhere in my head, zoning out."

Robin gave a wave of her hand, "I do that all the time, but I don't have to be spinning." She chuckled.

you chuckle as Robin picks back up her flute.

"But keep going, it's like a free concert at the theater or something." Robin urged.

You gave a nod and continued.

"I wish I was half as good." You sigh.

"You will be. You are - I don't know anyone else around town who can do what you do." Robin paused to say.

Eddie leaned from around a tree, peering through to the table in the clearing, he watched the two friends carry on and found he couldn't take his eyes off of the twirling figure.

"That's unreal." He thought, watching your steps, which almost seemed inhuman.

Further and further Eddie leaned out from behind the tree following your steps with his eyes and his body wanting to follow.

You spun, briefly catching a pair of deep brown eyes staring back at you from the trees.

Startled, you fall back, landing in the dirt.

"Oh! Are you ok!" called Robin, dropping her Flute onto the table, she hopped up clumsily to help you.

Eddie quickly hid back behind the tree, his back pressed to its trunk, "why are you hiding?" He asked himself.

Maybe it was how frightened those glistening eyes had seemed.

____ McKinney, a name known around the whole school, as the most skittish person anyone had ever met.

"I thought... I saw someone, someone was watching us." You stammer, shaken, getting to your feet you quietly stood behind Robin.

Glancing around, Robin could see nothing but a quiet forest,.

"Well, I don't see anyone, it was probably just someone taking a shortcut back home." Robin reasoned.

She offered you a reassuring smile.

However, your eyes were glued to the spot, you could have sworn you'd seen the eyes.

Robin sighed, she would need to prove it to you.

"Hey! Anyone out there!" Robin called, stepping forward.

"Let's just go." you say quickly, gathering your backpack.

you add with rushed words, "I need to hurry back home anyway. It's already too late."

"Alright, can I pick a tape for the car?" Robin asked, following you back to the school parking lot.

Meanwhile, Eddie listened keenly and once the two of you had fallen silent he exhaled.

Stepping out, he looked in the direction you'd left, vaguely he could see their figures in the distance.

"Eddie Munson, you were not meant to see that, and boy are you doomed." He spoke quietly into his fist, covering his mouth.

"Hello! Eddie! Dudes gone off to lala land..." Scott said from around the game table.

"Can't we just dump water on him?" Jeff asked.

"No! You'll ruin the DM screen!" Gareth called out.

"Eddie!"

The three of them shouted.

Eddie jolted out of his daze, "My ears work!" Eddie gasped.

"Or at least they used to!" he shouted back at his friends, "what gives?" He asked.

"You were lost in some other realm dude." Gareth explained.

Eddie's chest heaved as he drew in a large breath and quietly exhaled,

"I have seen the daughter of the starry twilight in the woods of Neldoreth," Eddie murmured.

"What?" Jeff asked, looking towards Gareth who simply shrugged.

"Did you smoke some of that shit, man?" Gareth asked.

Eddie shot him a look, "No, I don't touch the merchandise, rule number one!" Eddie shouted.

Scott however leaned in, "man, no way!" he gasped.

"In the woods?" asked Scott.

"In the woods," Eddie repeated.

He covered his mouth with his hands, "she was even in blue," Eddie said.

Scott's hand slammed down on the table, "shut up! Blue?" he asked.

Eddie nodded slowly with wide eyes.

"Was there anyone else there? Anyone else who saw?" Scott asked carefully.

"Just Buckley, but they were together," Eddie answered.

Jeff and Gareth watched the two in confusion.

"But did she see you?" Scott asked.

Eddie sat up and paused, "I think so....not well, she just knew someone had been out there." He said.

Scott raised a brow, "So no true identification of your presence?" Scott asked.

Eddie started to sulk, "no..."

"Well, next time you gotta be seen if there even is a next time," Scott said.

"Are you two going to keep talking like girls, or are we going to play?" Jeff asked.

Eddie and Scott turned to him. Eddie pointed and turned his hand around, dropping the dice onto the table.

"Let's hope you are ready, we left off in a heated battle against the twin earth elementals, your mage's flesh golem was slain, crushed to paste after your last roll, and you are down to two fighters." Eddie recapped.

The boys started to sweat.

"Almost forgot about poor Bob." Scott said, shaking his head.

"Who names a flesh golem Bob in the first place," muttered Gareth.

Everything seemed quiet as you sat in your car. Your eyes are glued to the front door of your house.

"Dads car isn't in the driveway." you exhaled in relief.

"Maybe mom won't notice me come in if I'm quiet..." you turn your body to look out the rear window as you throw the car in reverse.

"If I park up the block and walk...." you planned.

After parking a block away, you quietly entered the house, a few lights were on and as you head up the stairs to your bedroom you find a note on the wall.

Looking about cautiously, you pluck the sticky note away.

"𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒. 𝒫𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃'𝓈"

Read your mother's elegant handwriting. your eyes nearly welled with tears as you can feel your whole body sigh in relief.

Peeping at your surroundings, you smile faintly, "I've got the house to myself?" you wonder.

You steal a glance to the bottom of the note.

"𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝟣𝟣: 𝟥𝟢"

"What do you think?" you ask Shelob while dropping her live prey into the tank.

"Do you think I can get away with spending some time downstairs for a bit?" you asked the spider.

Shelob paused in stalking her prey and turned her body towards you.

"I can't do much harm, other than make Mom mad." you sigh.

"All she does is shout," you added, wandering away from the tank to your bed, changing into your pajamas.

"I think Robin and I were being watched today.... It's probably nothing, but with everything, that's happened these last two years." you murmur.

"Or Dad might have sent someone to spy on me." The thought, causes a shiver to roll down your spine.

Ever since he'd taken over as CFO of the Power Plant, the stress levels in the home had skyrocketed, he'd become more than just mean, more than just hurtful, and it had been going on for a year.

You wrap your arms around yourself in a hug, "We're just capital that will get him in good with the higher-ups. A perfect family...and,"

Turning around, you look in a mirror you had taped off with notebook paper.

"Bargaining chips," you whisper.

Suddenly feeling more tired than you'd ever been, you climb into bed.

While a night to use the house in any manner you wished was a rare treat, nothing sounded more tempting than to sleep for a few hours in peace.

No shouting, no tears, no pain, no fear.

Just yourself and Shelob in the quiet, deceiving house with the perfect lawn and apple tree at the end of the street.

Even if it meant facing the nightmares that had only been growing in frequency.

"I feel I know the demons in my dreams, and they can't hurt me like the waking ones can." you think.

Snuggling into bedding that somehow felt cold you close your heavy eyelids.

"Two more years." you murmur, a thought that kept you moving most days.

"And I'm already halfway there."

However, those precious few hours did not last long, flying by as time usually does.

The door to your room cracked open, the hinges well maintained, it did not so much as peep. A hand gently shakes you awake, a touch that makes you cringe.

Turning over in the bed, you look into the dead eye of your father as he gives you an overly pleasant smile.

You fight off the urge to wretch and carefully sit up in bed.

with your voice void of emotion but kept sweet so as to remain 'polite', "Yes sir?" you ask.

Your father pet the top of your head once before holding up a brilliant red dress.

"I have a gift for you." He sang.

your stomach fills with rocks and your limbs felt cold.

It was short and full of ruffles, something He'd never let you wear on your own.

"I-it's...." you tried to bite back your fear as taking too long to answer was never ok.

"Lovely, sir." you voice quietly, forcing a smile onto your face as you reach out to feel the ruffles between your fingers.

You know it's not real but the fabric seems to sting against your skin. Much like the creation of a papercut.

"It's for the dinner you will be attending for me, with the new COO of the Loxion Corporation, Jeremy Ford. It's very important, He and his wife have been trying for a litter girl of their own for years." He said.

Your eyes flutter, "o-okay...wh-what time?" you whisper.

"Five pm, you are to drive to their house, I'll leave the address and directions in your backpack tomorrow morning." He said.

You give your lips a lick as they are dry with anxiety.

You quietly question, "It's not a restaurant?"

Your father's eyes hardened as he took a single step back.

"No, but it is very kind of Miss Ford to cook a home meal considering I cannot attend myself." He said, voice strained and stern.

"It's not completely business, it's a gage of....character. " He lectured.

"Right, a man with well-behaved children must have the skill it takes to run a company just as well as a wild teen." you droned, it was the same thing every time.

"I'll be good." you said, the faint quiver in your voice unheard as your father hung the dress up on the bookshelf and left the room.

There you listen as his footsteps vanish down the hall. Until you could hear them no more, instead replaced with the sounds of muffled bickering from the master bedroom.

You draw your knees to your chest, hiding your face in them. Bitting down on your wrist you muffle your crying.

A spider came above you, lowering slowly from a single strand of web.

Its spindly legs reached down towards you as she perched herself on your free hand.

Lifting your head you peer at the tiny creature facing you, and are unafraid.

A bite would be the least of your worries, instead...

"Thank you," you murmur for the creature's comfort, sniffling the tears away and gently running your finger over your newfound friend.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Robin asked you. "You haven't said two words all day."

You sigh and focus on your notes while at the lunch table with Robin and the rest of the school band.

"I'm ok." you state simply, but your voice lacked any personality Robin had become familiar with over the past year and a half.

"You haven't eaten anything...you can have my pudding if you'd like." Robin offered.

"I'm not much hungry, besides, we're going out to dinner tonight with a colleague of my dad's," you stated quickly.

For a moment, you panicked, "I shouldn't have said that." you scold yourself in silence.

"Oh well, that's good, does that mean your dad's in a better mood?" Robin asked.

You shrug a dry response, "I suppose so."

Robin gave a heavy sigh, and you knew she'd given up for now.

Distant laughter from across the room filled your ears, one of the more genuine laughs you'd heard other than Robin's.

You instantly find yourself looking up, trying to find the owner.

Searching the sea of faces until your gaze fell on eyes you'd seen before.

"It's the lurker!" you think with a gasp.

Eddie's eyes widened, it had happened again.

"From across a forest of the people," Eddie thought, he tried to hold eye contact with you, but you quickly glanced off.

Eddie drummed the table with the palms of his hands as he grinned.

Leaning towards Scott, Eddie whispered, "it just happened again."

Scott arched a brow and glanced towards his friend, "what are you looking at-"

"oooooh!" Scott mouthed.

"Destiny." Scott said with a nod of approval.

"You think?" Eddie asked hopefully.

"What else? You want her to show up wearing a golden flower crown?" Scott asked.

Jeff shook his head, "you two are crazy," he said slowly.

"Look, don't be made just because you need to read better literature." Scott scolded, to which Jeff rolled his eyes.

"wh-what are you reading?" Jeff asked, seeing Gareth with his nose pressed into a book.

"Finrod no!" Gareth shouted, standing from his seat with his palms slammed onto the table.

Eddie hid his face in his hands and groaned, "couldn't warn you about that one man, sorry." he sighed.

"What the hell is that shit!" Gareth shouted.

"Is your voice..are- are you crying?" Jeff laughed.

"N-no...shut up..." Gareth muttered quickly taking his seat and closing the book.

"I don't want to read anymore...." he sulked.

"What the hecks going on over there?" Robin asked.

You shake your head, but as you watch the odd group of friends carry on you find yourself smiling.

Tilting your head curiously before glancing at Robin.

"You should try talking to more people...I mean I'm sure I'm great but, I won't get jealous if you make new friends, more friends." Robin whispered.

you look at Robin and give a small smile, "Nobody wants to be my friend, Robin, honestly some days I'm surprised you do."

"Oh please, that's not true - you just....well," Robin trod carefully, "you just need to open yourself up to people is all." she said.

"How so?" you ask.

Robin shrugged, "I don't know, saying 'Hi' helps. You know nothing changes we just get older and forget how it works. Teens are cruel, adults are cruel but Kids are cruel too, but when we're little it was no big deal finding friends, trusting people." Robin said.

The word makes you flinch "Trust?" you echo quietly.

"Yeah....you see it's simple, its just a question - will you be my friend. the worst anyone can do is say no." Robin said.

You raise a brow, "Then how come you don't do it?" she asked.

Robin smiled a bit, "I did, and now you're my friend." she said.

You blink a few times, "I guess you have a point."

"Only problem is....my dad's got to approve of all my friends." you sigh.

"He approves of me, how high can his standards be?" Robin snorted.

You chew the skin of your bottom lip, "He uh....he thinks you want to be a doctor after high school."

Robin watched you with wide eyes, "he believes I look like doctor material?" she chuckled. Y

At Robin's words you muffle your laughter with the palm of your hand.

School didn't last long enough, you stand in your bedroom watching the dress hanging on your bookshelf.

"It's like it's mocking me." you think, glaring at it.

You exhale, "It's both beautiful and the most hideous thing I've ever seen."

"I feel the same about you, dear." Your mother's voice slithered in, as she slid through the door.

"Mom?" you question quickly, wrapping your robe around yourself tighter.

"It's fine, your father sent me, to help you dress."

You can feel the sharp bitterness on your mother's tongue as you are eyed up and down.

your gaze lowers, "I'm sorry." you say, tightening the robe more.

"I can get dressed in the closet..." you offer.

Your mother passed you the dress, "please do." was all she said.

"Yes, mother." you sigh, quickly retreating.

Mrs.McKinney gave a huff as she scanned over the items on your dresser.

There was little that showed any individuality. Contraception pills, study notes, a textbook, some unscented lotion, and a few scrunchies. Which seemed normal enough.

"What is this?" Mrs. McKinney asked with a sour frown. Plucking a tiny bracelet off the dresser.

You exit the closet and exhale, "it feels a little tight." you think, pulling at the hemline of the dress, "and a little short."

"Are you listening?" your mother snapped.

As you glance up you stumble backward.

"w-where'd you get that?" you ask your mother.

"Tone." she growled in warning.

You lower your gaze once more, "sorry."

"What is this?" your mother repeated.

Gripping the end of your dress in each hand, your arms start to tremble.

"It was... it was from spirit day, the school band gave them out to Robin, and they gave me an extra..." you stated quickly.

"This doesn't look like a school bracelet." she pushed.

"It's a golden chain," she said.

Your eyes shut tightly, "It was from last year after the missing boy was found, to celebrate. I swear."

"We don't swear in this house," you mother said.

"I think it's from a boy" she hummed, a fox-like grin crossing her face.

"You know your father has to approve of your dates."

Your voice is hardly above a whisper, "It's not from a boy."

"I mean it, it's from the school," you confirm.

Her mouth curled in scornful amusement, "What was that you wrote in that desperately sad little diary of yours? What was his name?"

Your mother sang mockingly.

"You had an awful little doodle of him, what was his name?" she asked.

You side glance muttering, "That was middle school, mom. Steve's got a girlfriend, Steve always has a girlfriend. We don't even talk, it was just..."

You sighed, "a crush."

Your mother tossed the bracelet to the floor.

"You're a dull little girl, I was just having fun." she simpered.

"You do not have the spine to be sneaky, let alone pull anything other than the lonely overheated busters your father has you charm." she spat.

You tried to calm your breathing as tears threatened to spring

"you're a dull little girl" your mother's words echoed in your head. Unable to separate the time when those words would have never dared come from her mouth and this present moment.

"I'm sorry." was all you could muster.

Your mother simpered again and lit a cigarette.

"Anyway, come here, your father wants me to make up your face, ugly little thing, you need all the help you can get." She mumbled, the cigarette dangling from her lips.

As you walk closer to her, She spins you around and glares at your face, pinching her chin between fingers donning long French tips.

"Your father used to say I wowed a room in red." she hissed.

You remain silent, refusing to make eye contact with her, cringing as the eyeliner pencil is dragged roughly across your face.

"Now he dresses you in red and sends you away to the company dinners like I'm old and worn." your mother said bitterly.

"That's not true, your be-"

pain cut off your words.

"Ow!" you gasp, a trembling hand clamped over your eye.

"Oops, you really should stand still." She mused. Your mother's eyes glinted with a an odd mixture of pride and disgust.

You bite your lip tightly, drawing blood when suddenly your eyes fall on a little creature crawling up her mother's arm.

"There's um...you've g-got uh..." you fumble over your words.

Feeling a tickle on her exposed shoulder, your mother glanced down.

She began to shriek at the top of her lungs.

"No, don't!" you shout, as your mother swatted the bug off.

Her hand flew fast and before you know it, you find yourself on the floor, backhanded.

"Did you want me to get bitten? Did you know? How long has it been on me!" She shouted.

"It's harmless." you whimper, "It was a baby..."

"A baby? Of that god awful thing?" you mother asked, pointing to Shelob's tank.

You manage to get to your feet, water welling into your eyes.

"Don't you cry, you'll mess up everything" your mother barked.

You glare down at your feet, "No Shelob's got no babies... It came from a nest...in the ceiling." you sighed.

"I've been, looking after it. The mother went away," you speak in a hushed confession.

Your mother shook her head and took a long drag from her cigarette.

"Get out of my damn house before I put you and your creatures on the street." she huffed, brushing off her clothes and storming out of the room.

You stood still, waiting for your mother's footsteps to fade before getting down on the floor.

"Maybe she missed," you whisper, carefully scanning the carpet.

"Oh, Shelly.....where'd she go?" You ask Shelob.

The lights in the room flicker faintly.

"Great, a problem with the electrical is going to put mom in a great mood." you think, looking at the lamp briefly.

Turning your attention back to the floor, a smile springs onto your face.

A little critter lingered on your hand, watching you.

you're breathless, "No way." you say, lifting your hand carefully to eye level.

"How'd you survive a swat like that?" you ask it.

You move with care as you get to your feet, letting your hand hover in the air as you wander to the bed.

You kick off your heels and stand on top of the mattress.

"There you go." you say in satisfaction, raising your hand up to the low popcorn ceiling.

You stand by and watch as the spider finds the hole in the ceiling and scuttles inside.

"At least someone is safe tonight." you think, climbing off the bed and reluctantly retrieving your shoes.

It was time.

"It's going to be ok, sweetie. You're home now."

A warm, gentle voice flutters through your memory as you sit gazing up a block lined with large white houses, with wide lawns that all seemed to mimic each other.

Every car in every driveway favored the one it neighbored down the silent, lifeless street.

You tightly pinch your arm

"You cry you mess up the makeup, you mess up the night. Stop it!" you bark at yourself.

Closing your eyes, you walled off your mind.

"It will go fast if you go with it," you whisper.

You breathe in deep, holding it within your lungs, "It's just a waking dream...." you whisper.

slowly releasing a shaking breath you allow your eyes to open.

"so go to sleep," you tell yourself, moving the car forward to the address your father left you.

Parking the car, your feet felt like lead as you walk up to the bright red door.

With a sigh, "it had to be red." you think.

Smoothing out your dress to stall for more time, you eyed the doorbell.

"It will go quickly...it will go quickly." your mind droned, finger pressing against the doorbell.

At the loud toll, you took a few deep breaths.

"Why hello, there you must be ____. Gregory has had so much to say about you, come in, come in." The elegant blonde woman offered you a flawless smile as she opened the door.

"Thank you, miss Ford." you say, forcing a bright smile of your own.

"Oh, dear. You can call me Norma," said the blonde, allowing you to step inside the house.

Following Norma down a long entrance hall, you notice the strange collection of artwork on the wall, if one could truly call it that.

Black and white photo's in pale wooden frames.

"You have some lovely artwork, miss Norma." you say, if only to fight off the unease.

You can feel Norma glancing back at you, but you can't rip your eyes away from the odd gallery.

"Artistic nude is an enchanting medium of study, don't you think? Raw humanity, captured in the individual view of the artist." Norma said with a pleased smile.

"Mmhm, en-enchanting...." You struggled, though this was hardly artistic nude.

You were sure of that much. It didn't lend the air of artistic value.

The paintings seemed to be of young women, of all the same figure, holding mundane objects in ways that made a cold chill run through your body.

There was no light in any of their eyes, just hollow stares.

"This will go fast," you told yourself again, following Norma through the house.

As you pass the dining room, you are left baffled. Your gaze hones in on a small empty table.

"Are we not having dinner?" you question.

"Oh of course dear, dinner is going to be served downstairs," Norma hummed.

"Jeremy just had the basement redone for business affairs, he's excited to show it off. It is a pity your father couldn't be here to see it." Norma said.

Down a short flight of steps, you continue to trail behind Norma.

The smell of pot roast fills your nose and part of you relaxes.

"See, a roast dinner." you mind sighs in relief.

"Jeremy, Gregory's daughter, has arrived," Norma announced.

You stand behind Norma before a large room. Its walls were heavily ship-lapped and feature plush carpeting.

A long table stood as a centerpiece in the room, lined with wine glasses and delicate fruits.

But the centerpiece of the table sent your heart tumbling down to your gut.

"Welcome ____," Jeremy nearly purred, eating a fruit from the belly of the girl on the table.

Your lip trembles as you try to hold back tears.

Deep denim blue eyes looked clear through you, with the same amount of pity you were sending to her.

"Your father tells me you struggle making friends, this is Amy," Jeremy said with an unfaltering grin.

"A-amy? My da- er, Father, never mentioned you had a daughter?" you stammer.

"Oh, she's just a friend of the family, she likes to play body shots, would you like to try?" Jeremy asked.

"I..." Your words faded as Norma walked around you and held up a wine glass.

"Take a sip, you look parched, dear." she lulled.

"I don't want to." your mind whispered, eyes still glued to the tears welling into Amy's eyes.

Only now Amy wasn't looking at you at all, rather across the room.

Following the frightened girl's gaze, past the small kitchen and bar to the far left of the room. On a long foldout table lay many items. A riding crop, clamps, a metal bat, as well as various scarves and boas.

You hold back the urge to scream, instead, turning your eyes to the glass of wine.

"Is it?" you ask, Norma smiled and nodded.

Closing your eyes you take the glass quickly downing it, "a waking dream...so sleep" you tell yourself.

Fading in and out, faint screaming and cursing echoes and swirls in your ears.

"Wh-what's going on?" you slur, as a hand tries to sit you up.

"Can you walk?" a voice asked quickly.

"I-I don't... ah!" you cry out as you find yourself doused in ice water.

Your vision came in clear and your gaze met with Amy.

Left in disoriented confusion you rub your eyes,.

"You? How?" you ask her.

"You need to get out." Amy said firmly, reaching down to your wrists, she unlocked the cuffs.

"Out? B-but I can't..." you stammer.

"Look, they don't have to know. I'll tell them you tried to stop me, and then you ran away," said Amy.

"I don't understand, y-you're here just like me, for the same reason....aren't you?" you ask.

Amy was silent, "You're not who I thought you were going to be. Ok, you're scared, you aren't the mosquito. I didn't plan this right. You have to get out, or they will blame you for what happens here tonight." Amy said quietly.

"What do you mean?" you ask as Amy pulls you to your feet.

"Just get out, tonight's your lucky night," Amy said.

Glancing around nervously you question,"Where are the Fords?"

"Held up for now, but if you take too much longer to get out-"

"Well, then come with me! We can both get away, and nobody has to know," you urge Amy.

"No, nobody is going to know, but the world will be safer," said Amy.

She gave you a light shove, "Now go, there's a cellar door to the backyard, it leads into the woods, if you run long enough you should hit the road. Find some help for yourself."

"But-"

"And if anyone asks, you don't remember what you saw, you just ran," Amy said.

"I don't understand!" Myrtle shouted. "Go! Dumbass! You're free! Run!" Amy yelled back.

You watch as Amy picks up a baton and looks towards the basement kitchen.

"You won't want to see this." you faintly hear Amy whisper.

You cringe and with painful sluggish steps make your way to the cellar doors.

As the door closed behind you, you hear a muffled, deep shout.

Pausing you watch the door, brows knitted together.

"I should go back." you hesitate, but the red seeping down your legs and the screaming of your arms and legs said otherwise.

You look towards the woods, "I need to run, She seemed to have a plan." you murmur, hobbling towards the darkness and safety of the trees.

As the laced wine slowly wore off, the pain in your body went from a scream to a bomb siren. Leaning against a tree, you catch your breath.

your vision wavered and all you want was to sleep.

"It can't be here, I need to get home." you think, pushing off the tree to continue.

Ahead of you through the night lingered a soft orange glow.

"Houses... I can say I got into a crash," you reason with yourself.

But something in your gut twisted, and you couldn't clear Amy's face from your mind. Shutting your eyes tightly, you shook your head.

"Nothing about tonight makes sense, for all you know you were drugged walking through that door." you told yourself.

"Just keep moving."

Eddie, hopped out of his Van and locked the door, chuckling to himself about the events of the campaign and what he already had planned next for the party.

"Maybe I shouldn't have left them so hopeful." Eddie thought.

A rustling came from the brush near the tree's behind the Trailer Park, Eddie paused in his steps.

Tilting his body forward for a closer look, "Did the Thornton's dog get out again?" Eddie asked himself.

With a sigh, he headed for the trees, "Hey! Winston! Come here boy!" He called in a whistle.

But what emerged through the trees was no lost dog.

"Jesus, McKinney!?" Eddie asked wide-eyed as he looked your disheveled form up and down.

"Um, I-" taking a step forward your leg finally gave way.

"No, no, no," said Eddie, pulling off his vest, he removed his leather jacket.

"Hold on, here your dress is um...kind of ripped." He said, holding it out to the shaken girl.

You gaze at the jacket in a daze before your eyes trail down your own body to examine your dress.

you gasp in mortification, "Oh my god!"

"I'm sorry." you fret.

You rush to slip on the jacket and zip it up, but every movement makes you wince.

Eddie's eyes scanned over you, "what happened? Do you...do you need me to call somebody, like the hospital, maybe?" He asked.

You feel the panic settling into your core and it matches the building panic in his eyes.

"I um...no, It's not as bad as it looks, really. I was just tired and um....the car veered off the road and-"

"You're bleeding from your legs..." Eddie muttered, eyes wandering down two thin trails of blood from your thighs to your calves.

"What? Oh, th-that... that's just" you clear your throat "My period."

"Please, I just need to clean up, and then I can walk to a payphone and call my dad." you reason.

Eddie wanted to protest, but he could see you were struggling to talk through gritted teeth. Turning his back to you, Eddie stooped down.

"Well at least let me give you a lift, My uncle's at work, you can use our bathroom." He said.

You pause, unable to imagine climbing onto his back with the way your insides were feeling, walking was hard enough.

"Um... I can walk, really." you speak quietly.

"No offense, but Zombies could walk better, come on." Eddie urged.

you sigh in defeat, you can't afford to let him get suspicious, so carefully you step forward and climb onto his back.

Shutting your eyes tight, it was hard to ignore the new pain.

Eddie could feel your hands grip his shoulders tightly and your body tense.

"You ok?" He asked carefully.

"Mmhm" you hum.

Eddie side glanced and hurried as gently as he could around the Trailer and up the steps.

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#reader discretion advised #eddie munson x moster!reader #eddie munson x mckinney!reader #eddie munson angst #hurt/comfort #semi slow burn #eddie munson fanfic #semi-dark fic #angst #not suitable for minors #critique welcome #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #the Reader's personality gets stronger over time #This story is not Arachnophobia friendly

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