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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 12

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smoking, smut, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, crying, angst, anger, violence, blood, mentions of domestic violence, anxiety, mentions of vomit, fear, crying, mentions of drugs

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Part 12.1: Twist of Fate

Monday, April 10th, 1989

"Good luck on your exam, my love." Eddie says, walking you to the front door of his trailer in the morning. He seems much better than yesterday, well-rested for once since you were at his side all night. He even woke you up to some spontaneous fingering to repay you for his bath. It goes without saying, you definitely needed it.

"Thank you, Eddie. I'll be back after my test, but I promised Mom I'd be home tonight." You exchange a goodbye kiss, trying not to linger too long. You've got a decent-sized ride ahead of you, and you cannot be late. You pull away, letting Eddie open the door for you and stepping into the warm April air. You hop down the steps, feeling on top of the world as you pick up your bike and straddle the seat. "Bye, darling!" You wave at him, which he kindly returns.

"Bye, princess. I'll see you later." He smiles, already missing you. You start pedaling, making your way out of Forest Hills. You ride at a steady pace, forcing yourself not to rush. You have more than enough time to get to the college, taking a deep breath at every intersection. Your nerves send a shock through you the closer you get, but you know everything will be okay. You've studied your ass off, and you're gonna make this exam your bitch.

You lock your bicycle up to the rack in the parking lot, taking one last deep breath before heading inside with the other students. It's your Biology final today, your easiest subject. You make your way down the hall, locating your assigned exam room. Your professor stands at the desk at the head of the room, handing out scantron sheets and test booklets to everyone as they come in. You take yours, exchanging a smile with him before taking your seat. You're one of his top students, sure to knock this out of the park. You sling your bag over the back of your chair, digging out your pencil pouch to set on your desk.

"Alright, everyone. We're about to begin the exam. You have exactly two and a half hours to complete it. Please remember to fill in your answers clearly, and fully erase any mistakes. If not..." You listen keenly to his instructions, your knee bouncing in anticipation of the go-ahead to open your test booklet. "...and once you've completed the exam, you'll hand in your test book and scantron sheet and be dismissed. Good luck, and I hope you all enjoy your summer." He finishes speaking, which ensues a cacophony of students ripping the seals off their booklets. You follow suit, slowly ripping the stickers that withhold the questions you need to answer.

You put your name and the date at the top of your answer sheet, taking a second to calm your pounding heart before starting your test. You've got this, bookworm. You smile at Eddie's voice speaking softly inside your head, flipping open the first page. A quick glance over every question tells you you've got this in the bag. The anxiety melts away like snow in the spring, and you gleefully fill in each bubble with the exact right answer. Mom will be so proud of you, as will Eddie.

Would Dad have been proud too? The unwelcome thought shoves itself to the forefront of your mind. You shake your head, pushing it away. Why would you care what that fucker thinks of you? He's dead as a doornail, end of story. You continue bubbling in the correct A's, B's and C's, steadily working your way through every page. That odd thought still sits in an awkward place inside your brain, waiting to creep its way into view again. But it won't here, not right now.

About halfway through the test time, you finish before everybody else. You gather your things, bringing your papers to the professor. "Have a great summer, Y/N." He smiles at you, you suppose he's proud too. You just nod, quietly thanking him and excusing yourself. Your body relaxes once you leave the room, it's like you can truly breathe again. You play the thought of your father over and over as you head back outside. You're meant to be going back to Eddie's, but you need a minute to think.

You fish out your cigarettes, putting one to your lips as you sit on the curb beside the bike rack. Eddie will smell the smoke on you and claim it's unfair, but you don’t give a fuck right now. You light up, taking a well-earned drag nice and deep within your lungs. The nicotine makes your skull buzz, and you just barely hold back a satisfied sigh. You take a few more drags, reexamining what popped up unexpectedly during the test. Why is the bastard even being considered in the list of people who would congratulate you on passing junior year of college? Sure, you still have four courses left to test for, but they’ll be just as much of a breeze as Bio. Still, he was never around for your other milestones. Why would his opinion matter now? You decide he's only come up because of the funeral. That must be it, nothing more. "Fuck you, George." You spit to nobody in particular, it's more just thinking out loud. You take the last puff from your cig, stomping out the spent butt and biking back home to your boyfriend.

"You're back earlier than I expected. How'd it go, bookworm?" Eddie asks as you step into his embrace. He notices you smell like cigarettes, automatically annoyed that he can't partake himself. You're not one to smoke if he doesn't, so there must be a good reason.

"It went great. I finished before everyone else, easy as pie!" You chirp, heading to the fridge to pull out a can of Coke. But that stupid thought keeps bubbling back up again, and Eddie can read it on your face.

"There's something else though, isn't there?" He prods, leaning against the kitchen counter beside you. He takes your hand, kissing the back of your palm. You nod, sighing as you try to fight back tears. You really don't wanna talk about it, which means you definitely need to.

"I was taking the test, everything was fine. I knew every answer, no problem. I was thinking about how you and Mom would be proud of me. And then he popped in there." You pound your fist against the counter, gritting your teeth as you continue. "It's totally fucking stupid, but I wondered if Dad would be proud, too." You feel a tear shed itself of its own volition, running down your cheek in a salty trail. You look at Eddie, unable to stop your lip from trembling. He sighs, this was supposed to be a happy day for you. And yet, this bastard he's never met has managed to ruin it posthumously.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He pulls you into his chest, holding you close as your arms wrap around his waist. You can't help yourself, this idea has shaken you to your very core. For years, he never crossed your mind at all, and now he's making unwanted appearances during a very crucial time in your life. You sob uncontrollably, though you're not sure why. You're not sad, not really. More like...frustrated. It's like you're not in control, and you hate that more than the man unworthy of calling himself your father. "It's okay, love." Eddie coos, trying his best to support you. He really wishes George was still alive, so he could sock that fucker right in the jaw.

You manage to settle down after a few minutes, letting him lead you to sit down. You sink into the couch, sipping your soda while Eddie orders some pizza for lunch. "You seem to be doing a lot better, baby." You say to him once he hangs up the phone, giving him a small smile.

"I'm still a little achy, but I'm almost good as new. I'll be blowing your back out in no time, princess." He chuckles, plopping down beside you with his own drink. You manage to giggle too, thanking the universe for Eddie's killer sense of humor. "I think I'll be back to normal tomorrow. I can drive you to your next exam, if you want." He kisses your cheek, eager to be your personal driver once again.

"I'd love that, baby. I've missed riding with you." You shuffle onto his lap, wanting him to hold you close. Your head lays on his chest, knees tented as your feet sit beside his thigh. You loop your arms around his neck like a koala, lacing your fingers together.

"I'm sure you have, sweetheart." He smirks, noticing your intentional phrasing. He speaks as close to your ear as he can, craning his neck awkwardly. "I'm very proud of you, by the way. I didn't get a chance to say that yet. I knew you'd kick that test's ass. My sexy little genius." His words make you light up, drawing you further away from your previous sour mood.

"Thanks, Eds. It means so much to hear that from you." You nuzzle his neck, planting a loving kiss there in gratitude. You hum pleasantly, returning to your original position. With Eddie by your side, perhaps this week won't be so terrible after all.

Later in the afternoon, when all the pizza is gone and you're nearly bursting with pepperoni and mushrooms, you say goodbye to Eddie for the day. You exchange a heated kiss, holding his stubbled face in your hands as you don't wanna go home just yet. You eventually pull away, hopping back on your bicycle for the third time today. When you get home, it's the same spiel of 'how was the test' with your mother. You don't tell her about the upsetting thought, though. It's not like you want to hide it from her, but you already talked it through with Eddie. It doesn't feel necessary to do it all over again.

"I'm so proud of you, sugarpuff!" Mom cheers, pulling you in for a bear hug.

"Thanks, Mom. I appreciate that." You reply, happily reciprocating her affection. "I've still got four more. And easy as Bio was, it still fried my brain."

"I’m sure you're gonna do just fine. You’re incredibly smart, Y/N." She reassures you, not used to hearing you cast even the slightest doubt on your performance during testing. There must be something wrong, but given your demeanor, you don't want to talk about it just yet. You've got enough stress this week, what with the funeral and all. The last thing she wants to do is send you spiraling. She only hopes you'll talk to Eddie about whatever is bothering you. "Are you hungry, Y/N? I picked up some subs from that yummy sandwich place. I got your favorite!"

"Oh, I already ate at Eddie's. He ordered pizza. I’ll eat it later." You feel bad for spoiling her way of rewarding you. The tradition hadn't crossed your mind today, that she always gets your favorite sub during finals week.

"That's okay. I'll keep it in the fridge for you." Her face falls slightly. You never forget your special sandwich. "Are you doing okay?" She asks. Not this again.

"Yes, Mom. I'm fine. I'm just tired. I didn't mean to forget our little tradition. This week is just...a lot." It's not exactly a lie, but it's not the whole truth either. I'll tell her later, you promise yourself. You've already done the whole angry crying routine, you're over it for the day. You lean forward against the kitchen island, elbows resting on its smooth surface.

She sighs, opening the fridge to put your sub away. "I'm sorry, sugarpuff. I wish this whole funeral business wasn't happening during your exams. I don't exactly have control over what Angie wants." Resignation taints her voice, this week is probably just as hard for her.

"No, I know. I can't imagine you're having the best time, either."

"Not really, but I've got my special kiddos to help me through it. It's just a few days, it'll be over before we know it." You can tell by the way she speaks that she also counts Eddie as one of those 'kiddos'. The sentiment makes you smile brightly. You and him are so lucky that both your families love seeing you together, it's so fuckin' perfect. "How's Eddie doing?" She asks, curious to hear about your handsome loverboy.

"He's much better now. He's actually gonna drive me to my exam tomorrow." You reply happily, already counting down the minutes.

"Oh, good! And he'll be coming to dinner on Wednesday, right?" She perks up.

"Yeah, he offered before I had the chance to ask. Hopefully he’ll keep me from going apeshit." You joke, though Mom doesn't find it particularly funny.

"So do I. Oh, Angie mentioned on the phone that she wants to talk to you specifically about something. She wouldn't say what, but it seems important." She bites her lip, worried about sending you into another angry fit.

You raise an eyebrow, wondering what the hell that slut could possibly have to say to you. "Okay? I'm guessing I have no choice but to hear her out, correct?" You dull the attitude to the best of your ability, holding your eyes still so they don't roll into your skull.

"I'm not gonna force you to be alone with her, Y/N. You're a grown woman now, that's your choice. But, I think it would be helpful to everyone involved if you just do this for her, and for yourself." Mom implores you to play nice, it's the one thing she's asking of you.

"Alright, I'll do it. But not alone, Eddie can hear whatever the hell she has to say. I'm not gonna be one on one with her, not for a single second." You reply firmly, drawing a line in the sand..

She nods agreeably, your terms are fair enough in her eyes. "Thank you, sugarpuff. I really appreciate it." She gives you a half-smile, praying nothing goes wrong this week.

You spend the rest of the day in your room, reviewing flashcards for your next exam one last time. You pop out for your sandwich around dinner time, and give Eddie a call to tell him that Angie wants to talk to you. He agrees to stay by your side no matter what, you need him more than ever through all of this. You miss him so much, you're tempted to go back to the trailer. But he'll be here in the morning to take you to school, and you'll get exactly what you've been craving after your test.

You say goodnight to Eddie, letting him get some much-needed rest so he'll be fresh tomorrow. Mom's doing dishes in the kitchen, and Dustin is watching TV. They seem a little glum, though you’re guessing you don't look much better. That's just the nature of handling death, all you can do is grin and bear it until the pain fades away. "Goodnight, Dusty, Mom." You say to them, heading back to your room for the night. They parrot your words back to you in unison, too focused on their activities to look your way. You shut your bedroom door, changing into Eddie's shirt before climbing into bed.

Sleep. It's such a simple word, and an even simpler concept. You lay down, close your eyes, and BAM! Sleep. Tonight, this simple idea appears to be more elusive to you than ever before. You toss and turn in your bed, trying to get comfortable. You attempt to count sheep, solve complex math equations, and recite state capitals. Nothing is working. You look at the clock. Midnight, and there's no slumber in sight. Maybe another smoke will relax you. You hop out of bed with an aggravated sigh, digging around in your bag for your cigarettes. You light up whilst hanging outside your window like always, staring up at the moon.

You can't help wondering what Eddie's up to, picturing his handsome face. You hope he's able to sleep at least, but a feeling in your gut says he's just as restless as you are. He's probably laid up in bed or on the couch, worrying about you and what the remainder of this week holds. Maybe you should call him. You finish your cig, flicking the butt away before closing the window. You creep out of your room and down the hall. All the lights are off, and everything is deathly quiet. You tiptoe to the phone, quietly picking up the receiver. The dial tone rings in your ear as you punch in Eddie's number. You hope you won't disturb him, your gut has a habit of being wrong at times. It rings once, before he picks up. "Y/N?" He asks, not a fleck of sleep staining his voice. You were right.

"Yeah, it's me. I hope I didn't wake you, love. I just...can't sleep." You speak softly, not wanting to be too loud.

"Yeah, I can't either. I thought about calling you, actually. I didn't wanna wake the whole house." You picture how he looks right now, leaning against the wall in the same pajamas you saw him in earlier today. His hair tousled about from running his hands through it while thinking about you. Fuck, you wish you were over there with him right now.

"I miss you, Eds. I know I spent most of today with you. But it's never enough." You say, knowing he feels exactly the same. The two of you are so in sync now, it's almost scary.

"I know, baby. I always wanna be with you, too." His tone is desperate, like he's a junkie and you're his fix. Is it wrong that it's kinda turning you on?

"Ugh, can it be tomorrow already? I need you." You almost whine, which makes Eddie's breath hitch on the other end.

"Fuck, always a tease, aren't you?" He speaks darkly, and you can practically hear his eyes widening with lust. You sit in the chair beside the phone, settling into it as you might be here a while. "What are you wearing, doll?" He asks, which makes you smirk. This could be fun.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You say lowly, toying with him. He groans in annoyance, and you roll your eyes before truly answering him. "I'm just in your Hellfire shirt and some panties. What about you?" You bite your lip, waiting for him to respond.

"Wish I could see you for myself, I bet you look gorgeous. But I'm just in my boxers, baby. You know I run hot at night." He says with a chuckle, and you can feel yourself getting wet at the image of him standing at the phone in his underwear.

"What would you do if you were here, Eds? Tell me." You say breathily, your heart beginning to race as the words leave your lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He teases you back, making you giggle. Eddie thinks for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, first I'd lay you down on your bed. And I'd kiss you, slipping my tongue into your mouth." You gasp at his words, picturing his actions perfectly in your mind. "Then, I'd kiss your neck, and mark you as mine. I know you like that, sweetheart." He chuckles.

"I really do. What else?" Your breathing picks up, chest rising and falling a bit harder than normal. Your hand mirrors his actions as best it can, stroking your neck as you wait for his next move.

"Then, I'd take your shirt off, and grab those beautiful tits of yours in my hands...Can you touch them for me, angel?" Eddie asks, blushing at the request. He wishes he could do it himself, but his imagination will have to do. His hand lowers from his hip to his crotch, lightly groping himself through the thin fabric of his underwear.

"Uh-huh." You do as he asks, squeezing the supple flesh in your palm over your shirt. You moan quietly at the feeling, your nipples hardening from the contact. "Fuck, Eddie." You sigh to him through the phone, and the sound makes his cock twitch.

"Does that feel good, princess?" He purrs. You just hum as an answer, wanting him to keep going. "Good. Next, I'd kiss your chest, every last inch of it. And then I'd take your nipple in my mouth, biting just the way you like." Eddie strokes his dick over his underwear, taking his time before fully touching himself.

You mimic what he's saying, reaching beneath your shirt to pinch your nipple between your fingers. "It feels so good, baby." You moan to him, forcing yourself to keep the volume down. You're so unbelievably wet, eager to feel your slick folds with your fingers and pretend that they're Eddie's instead.

"Glad to hear it, darling. Do you want more?" He asks, but he already knows what you're gonna say.

"Yes, please." You beg, your insides set ablaze by this interaction. You've never had phone sex before, and you'd like to think Eddie hasn't either. Although, it seems to come very easy to him.

"That's my good girl. Next thing I'd do is lower my hand real slow, dragging my fingers down your body until I reach your panties." Your own hand follows his path perfectly, hesitating at your waistband. "And then I'd slip inside, feeling how wet you are for me. Can you do that, Y/N? Tell me how wet you are?" Eddie's words come out harsher now, ragged. He's breathing heavily, you swear you can feel it fanning over your flesh in hot waves.

You obey his request, reaching under the fabric with two fingers. You gasp as the tips of them brush against your clit, and you can feel how absolutely drenched you are. "I'm soaked for you, baby. I want you inside me so bad." You hold your fingers still, waiting for him to tell you when you can rub yourself.

Eddie lets himself grip his cock in his hand, stroking it lazily under his boxers. "Such a dirty little slut for me. Begging me to touch you, and fuck you. Rub your clit for me, love." His eyes slip closed as you pant on the other end.

Your fingers swirl around the bundle of nerves in slow circles, and you can't help moaning a little louder this time. It's still subdued, but you want Eddie to hear how much you need him. "Are you touching yourself too, Eds?" You ask, dying to know if this is just as hot for him.

"Yeah, sweetheart. But I wish it was your mouth instead, or your perfect little pussy." He groans, picking up the pace slightly. His words spur you on, and you rub your clit faster.

"So do I. Tell me more." You whine, a familiar pressure building inside your belly.

"Why don't you take a turn, baby? I'm havin’ a hard time focusing at the moment." Eddie replies, hoping you'll play along. He would love to hear you say all the dirty things you want him to do to you.

"Okay." You take a moment to think, though it's difficult to concentrate when you keep stroking yourself. "I'd flip us over so I'm laying on top of you. And I'd kiss your chest, down to your stomach, until I reach your dick. Then I'd lick the tip, before taking all of you in my mouth."

He moans into your ear, you'll never get enough of that sound. "Fuck, that’s perfect. Keep goin’." Eddie encourages you, he can tell you're nervous about doing as well as he did. He pumps himself faster, getting close to the end.

"I'd suck your cock for a while, winding you up with my tongue. But then I'd stop, and take you in my hand. I'd rub you against my pussy, fuck一" You can't believe the things you're saying, but this moment with Eddie is so fucking hot.

"What else?" He needs to know what you're seeing inside your head.

"And then I'd sink down onto your cock, letting you fill me up perfectly like you always do." You finally slip your fingers inside your dripping cunt, moaning again at the sensation. "Oh, Eddie." You whimper, struggling to hold back the obscene noises you want to make.

"More, darling. Be a good girl for me." He almost growls, ordering you to make the two of you cum from your words. You nod, but quickly realize he can't see it.

"I'd start riding you, feel you hit my g-spot over and over. And I'd moan and call your name again and again." The pressure grows higher and higher, you're getting very close. You pump your fingers in and out, in and out. You thrust as fast as you can, a muted stream of moans and curses flowing from your lips. You can't keep this up much longer, the pleasure becoming unbearable. "I'm so close, love." You confess, wondering if he's in the same boat.

"Me too, angel. Tell me you want me." He's jerking himself rapidly in his grip, his orgasm quickly approaching.

"I want you, Eds. More than anything in the world. I want you to kiss me, touch me, fuck me until I can't walk. You always feel so good, you make me cum harder and better than anyone else. I love you so fucking much, baby." Your mouth spews filthy sentences haphazardly, your brain is in overdrive. You pump your digits harder, faster as you chase your high.

"I love you, too, babydoll. You're so fuckin' perfect, and sexy. I always wanna be near you, making you happy. I can't get enough of you, especially when you're making those beautiful noises." He matches your energy, you always rev each other up like nothing else on earth. His breath is stuttering, his release imminent. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" He asks, unable to hold himself back any longer. "Fuck, Y/N." He grunts, his load emptying into his boxers and making a mess on his hand.

Hearing Eddie lose control is what finally pulls the pin on your own high. "Oh, god!" You moan one last time, waves of ecstasy crashing into you. Your legs shake, and your walls pulse around your fingers. Arousal pools in your palm, spilling to soak through your panties. Your body washes over in a light sheen of sweat, and you gulp in air as your orgasm subsides. You fall limp against the chair, gripping the phone tightly in your hand. You both breathe heavily in each other's ears, trying to calm down. You slowly pull your fingers out of your aching hole, whimpering at how sensitive you are.

"You okay, baby?" Eddie asks, catching his breath.

"Yeah, more than okay. Have you ever done this before?" You can't help your curiosity getting the best of you. You like to think most things you and Eddie do together are things neither of you have done with anyone else. At the end of the day, you suppose it doesn't matter. But you want to know, for some strange reason, it feels important.

"Nope. Only with you, my love." He says with a smirk, which makes your heart melt.

"Well, you're very good at it." You reply, failing to repress a yawn. You're extremely relaxed now, in utter bliss.

"Aw, are you all tuckered out now, sweetheart?" He coos, remembering how late it is. "You should probably get to bed. You've got a big day ahead of you."

"I know, I will. You should, too. You are my ride, after all." You say just as lovingly.

He scoffs in offense. "Is that all I am to you? A set of wheels to cart you around?" You know he's far from serious, always a smartass.

"No." You say simply, biting your lip as you contemplate whether or not to say what you're thinking. "You've also got an amazing cock." You laugh, prompting him to as well.

"Jesus, Y/N! I'm gonna have to punish you if you keep it up." His tongue pokes into his cheek, relishing how perfectly vulgar you are.

"You better, or else I'll be extremely disappointed." You just can't help yourself, you love pushing his buttons. But you're finding it hard to keep your eyes open, so you decide to wrap this up and finally get some sleep. "I should head to bed, though, Eds. I love you, and I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you too, angel. I'll be there bright and early for ya." You both hesitate to hang up, it's always hard to say goodbye. "Sweet dreams, Y/N." Eddie breaks the silence, forcing you to let go.

"Goodnight, Eddie." And with that, you hang up at the same time. You return to your room, tossing your underwear into the hamper before slipping under the covers once more. Your head hits the pillow like a brick, and you're out like a light.

Tuesday, April 11th,1989

Today goes about the same as yesterday. Eddie drives you to school, and you kick ass at the exam. Dad doesn't make an appearance this time, which you're highly grateful for. And once you've finished, you return to the parking lot where your handsome boyfriend awaits you. You and Eddie share a smoke, and he drives you somewhere semi-secluded. It's just some random alley downtown, you're both too impatient to go all the way to the lake or the woods. The two of you scramble to the back clumsily, and proceed to fuck like your lives depend on it.

It's hot, messy, and wild. Bites and scratches quickly litter your bodies, desperately attempting to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of each other. The van rocks on its wheels, and you're doing nothing to conceal any noise. Part of you wants the whole damn town 一or the world, for that matter一 to hear how deep and intense your love is. You're essentially tumbling around, repeatedly switching positions and going multiple rounds with an occasional smoke break. You're sweating more than you ever thought possible, constantly panting and moaning as you keep it up. Your hair is soaked through, clinging to your face and neck. The windows have all fogged to hell, nobody can see in even if they wanted to. When you've had your fifth orgasm, you have to tap out. You collapse onto the blankets, reaching for another cigarette.

"Jesus christ. That. Was. Amazing." Eddie says between deep breaths, taking the pack from you to get a smoke of his own. He lights yours up before his own, and you simultaneously inhale very long drags as the cherry on top of a perfect afternoon.

"Fuckin' fantastic." You reply with a chuckle, completely exhausted. You gaze up at him from the floor, seeing him glisten as he leans against the side of the van. He smiles at you, blowing rings of smoke into the air. His knee is propped up, his free arm resting over it. He's so sexy without even trying, unintentionally posing like a goddamn Greek statue or something.

"What?" Eddie asks, noticing your eyes lingering as you take in his form.

"You're just gorgeous, baby. Truly a work of art." You say earnestly. His eyes widen at the sentiment, and his cheeks turn rosy.

"Um...thank you. You're not so bad yourself,sweetheart." He smiles uncontrollably, hiding his face with his hair.

You can't help giggling at his reaction, he has no idea how to take a compliment. He'll happily shower you with them, but he gets all flustered once the tables are turned. "God, you're adorable." You groan as you get up, shuffling over to sit beside him. You lay your head on his naked shoulder, and he places his head on top just so. You stay like this for a while, smoking and keeping light conversation. Your stomach growls loudly, which makes Eddie laugh.

"You hungry? I think we've worked up quite an appetite." He nuzzles against you, kissing your damp hair.

"Starving. I would kill for some diner food right now." Your mouth salivates at the thought of a burger and fries, or some waffles. Maybe both, even better.

"You got it, babe." Eddie reaches for his boxers, struggling to slip them on his drenched skin. He makes an odd face, uncomfortable with redressing when he's covered in sweat. "You think we could run to the trailer for a quick shower first?" He suggests.

"That's fine. It's probably best to hose off so we don't scare the tight-asses with the stench of sex." You poke fun, but you're not feeling particularly clean at the moment, either. Luckily, you brought some extra clothes since you plan to stay the night at Eddie's place.

The two of you redress and head over to his place to freshen up. You tiptoe down the hall so as not to wake Wayne up, he worked another extra shift yesterday and needs his rest. You keep the shower brief, resisting the urge to heat things up again as your stomach continues to growl louder and louder. Eddie's joins in on the song of hunger, which kicks him into high gear to get to the diner ASAP.

A perky waitress named Darlene escorts you to a booth in the corner of the Denny's once you walk in the door. "And what can I get y'all to drink?" She speaks with a slight twang. She looks to you and Eddie expectantly, her bright blue eyes sparkling with customer service.

"I'll have a water, and an Orange juice, please." You say to her. She asks Eddie what he wants, and he gets the same.

"Alrighty, then! I'll be back with your drinks in a bit." Darlene replies, turning on her modest heels to retrieve your beverages.

"She's bubbly." You comment to Eddie, unable to hide a smirk. He mirrors you, opening up the sticky menu the waitress put on the table.

"What were you thinking, love?" He asks, unsure himself what he wants. Everything sounds pretty damn good right about now.

"Hmm, it's hard to decide. A burger and fries sounds good, but so do the strawberry waffles." You bite your lip, unable to choose. Eddie chuckles, closing the menu back up.

"We can get both and split 'em, if you want. You're practically drooling." You gaze at him bashfully, and he reaches a hand across the table to hold yours. Your fingers interlace in reflex, an action you've done at least a hundred times. "It's alright, baby. I love how insatiable you are, remember?"

"I know. You're just so sweet, and giving. I doubt those are what you'd pick."

"How do you know? You didn't ask." He smiles kindly at you, but the words sting you a little. You know he didn't mean it as a slight, but maybe it should be.

"What were you thinking of getting?" You ask, wanting to right the selfishness you feel you've displayed.

"You won't believe me if I tell you." He says, tongue poking the inside of his cheek playfully. But you insist, giving him a serious look to get him to answer your question. "I was thinking the same, angel. We're eerily alike, ya know."

"You're right, I absolutely do not believe you. But I'll take it, if it makes me look like less of an asshole." You chuckle, just as Darlene returns with your drinks. She sets them on the table, and you notice just how low-cut her uniform is as she bends over. Your eyes snap to Eddie, who is purposely avoiding her chest. You giggle at his eyes drifting to the ceiling, seemingly finding something very interesting up there.

"Are y'all ready to order?" Darlene asks sweetly, pen and pad in hand as she stands upright. Eddie relays the order to her, and she smiles wider than before as he speaks. Once she's written it all out, she almost skips back to the kitchen to put the ticket in.

"I saw that, Eds." You comment, and his eyes go wide as he meets your gaze. "Relax, babe. I appreciate you doing your best not to stare at Darlene's tits. I'd be lying if I said you weren't missing out." You joke, making him scoff slightly.

"Pardon me for trying to be a gentleman, Y/N. But it’s interesting to know you look at other women that way." He says cheekily.

"Don't get any ideas, Munson. I'm able to appreciate the female form. Sounds like someone might be a little jealous, though." You're playing with fire, Eddie’s definitely the protective type. He's never said anything, but he notices how other guys look at you when you're out on the town with him or walking to his van in the college parking lot. Whenever it happens, his grip on your hand tightens slightly, or he'll kiss you a little harder than usual. You don't mind it, it's actually kinda hot that he finds you so desirable to others. You've never seen yourself that way, but Eddie clearly does.

"No way. The farmer's daughter is totally not your type. Now, maybe Nancy Wheeler, or even Robin would suit you..." He realizes what he's saying, probably sounding like a chauvinistic jerk by picturing you with other women. He sighs, shaking the train of thought away. "Sorry, I dunno why this matters. But I'm not jealous, because I know you only want me." He says matter-of-factly.

"You're damn right I do. I was mainly joking, you know. I just can't resist messing with you sometimes." You snort, reaching for your juice. A little later, Darlene brings out the burger and waffles.

"Here we go! Is there anythin' else I can get for ya?" She asks, putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. You've got to be kidding me. Your eyes flare in sudden anger, but you resist stabbing her with your fork. He gently shrugs her off, letting her know you won't be needing anything else besides the check when you're finished. Darlene gives you an odd look, startled by your glare. She scurries away, retreating to the hostess station.

"Whore." You mutter as Eddie cuts the burger in half with the steak knife. His hand stutters at your envy, causing the blade to squeak against the plate.

"Now who's jealous?" He remarks, half-joking. He can tell you're in no mood for it. It's one thing for her to essentially flash him. But to put her hand on your man? Absolutely not.

"You're damn right I'm jealous! Who does she think she is, touching you like that? Fuckin' bitch, she knows I'm sitting right here." You grumble. You don't blame Eddie one bit, he was visibly uncomfortable with Darlene groping him like that.

"Baby, relax. She's probably trying to get a bigger tip. She won't, though. I don't like being touched by strangers." He reassures you, pushing the plate your way so you can enjoy your half of the burger while he attacks the waffles for a bit. You nod, still vibrating with anger. Luckily your appetite is still intact, and you harshly bite into the juicy beef patty. You moan at the greasy goodness as it touches your tastebuds, eyes closing as you calm yourself further. You definitely needed this. "Better?" Eddie asks, mouth half-full of sweet, strawberry delight.

"Much." You answer flatly, focusing on putting food in your stomach. You quickly polish off the burger, and a few fries. You wipe your face, before swapping plates to enjoy some of the waffles. Eddie watches you carefully, observing as the fattening food gradually brings your anger levels down. You really are a loose cannon sometimes. He can be, too, if the circumstances are right. But lately you've been quick to fly off the handle, ready to start swinging instead of talking yourself down. You take one last bite of waffle, sliding the plate back over to let Eddie finish the rest. You're very full, and much happier than you were when Darlene last left the table. "Fuck, that was good." You let out a satisfied sigh, watching the little slut come by with the check. She sets it down without a word, quickly walking away while avoiding eye contact with either of you. That's right, keep walking, bitch. You smirk to yourself, glad you’ve scared her away.

Eddie finishes up, leaving cash on the table to pay the bill and leading you back out to the van. "Are you alright, love? You had me worried in there." He asks, stopping off to the side of the entrance to have a smoke. He offers you one, which you happily take.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm a little more possessive than I thought." You inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs completely. Eddie wraps his arm around you, holding you closer to him.

"I know what the waitress did was wrong, sweetheart. But you got really angry, really fast in there. Kinda freaked me out." He speaks honestly, hoping it's not gonna hurt your feelings.

You sigh, taking a moment to absorb what he's saying. He's right, you've been a ticking time bomb lately. It's so annoying, really. You don't wanna be like this, but everything is feeling a thousand times stronger than it actually is these last few days. "I'm sorry. It's like I'm dialed up to eleven lately. The highs are ridiculously high, and the lows are painfully low. I feel like I'm going crazy." You chuckle wryly, continuing to smoke in his comforting hold.

"You're not crazy, love. I just wanted to know what's goin' on with you. This week in particular isn't proving to be as easy as we were hoping. But I'm gonna be with you through all of it. I promise." He turns you to face him, looking deep into your eyes. His arm lowers to your waist to bring your chest flush to his, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You melt into it, the ash on your cigarette growing rather long as you neglect it.

"MUNSON!" You hear an angry voice shout from across the parking lot. You break away from the kiss, looking to find Jason Carver stomping over to you. Shit, this can't be good. You think back to your dream, quickly checking to see if Jason has a gun in his hands. But no, he's just got his fists balled at his sides. He's wearing a tacky business suit, and his face burns bright red in contrast to his slicked blonde hair. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" He shouts again, stopping about six feet away from you.

"I dunno what you're talking about, dude. I'm just here havin' lunch with my beautiful girlfriend." Eddie winks at you, not at all concerned.

"Bullshit! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Chrissy told me everything, about how you were gonna take her away from me!" He gets closer to Eddie, almost spitting in his face as he speaks angrily. His eyes flick to you. "And you. You're the one who put this silly idea in her head to leave in the first place! You should know to stay in your lane, metalmouth!" He screams at you, making you flinch. You haven't heard that awful nickname in years. You wish you could say it doesn't hurt as bad as it did back in the day.

"Leave her alone, jerkoff. It's not our fault you beat your wife, like the lowlife you are." Eddie retorts, which earns him a firm punch in the nose from Jason. He shouts in pain, his nostrils gushing blood.

"Oh my god!" You scream, trying to inspect his injury. He brushes you off, sniffing harshly before standing his ground. Blood drips onto his shirt, but he's more than willing to kick Jason's ass if he needs to.

"Still a little bitch, I see. Lemme guess, you beat the truth out of Chrissy, right? She was gonna leave your sorry ass, and take your son somewhere far away. Correct?" You wish Eddie would shut up for his own sake, but he just won't.

"Eddie, please. Let's just go, I don't want you to get hurt." You try to pull him away, but Jason interjects.

"Stay outta this, Y/N! This is between me and him." Jason pokes Eddie's chest harshly, pushing him further.

"Get your fuckin' hand off of me, Carver." Eddie warns, his eyes turning angry with a dark intensity.

"What are you gonna do about it, Munson?" Jason taunts, shoving Eddie backwards into the wall of the restaurant.

"God, you sound like we're still in high school. Peaked early, did you? How predictable." Eddie continues to taunt. Why the hell is Eddie egging him on like this? He's gonna get hurt, or worse.

"Fuck you!" Jason screams, landing another punch. It knocks Eddie's face to the side, getting him right in the left eye. "At least I have a job!" Another punch, this time to the jaw which makes him spit out blood. "And a house!" Another blow, to his stomach this time. "And a family!" A second punch to the jaw. "And you have nothing!" Eddie grunts in pain with every hit, letting himself get beaten to a pulp. He refuses to fight back, and you can't figure out why. You keep screaming at Jason to stop, but he refuses. You don't know what to do. You can't take Jason out, there's no convenient statues lying around to knock him in the head with. A few other patrons have stepped outside to see what the ruckus is about, along with a couple waitresses. You look at them, tears streaming down your face.

"Call the police!" You beg, and a waitress runs back inside to get to the phone. "Jason, stop it! It was Chrissy's choice to leave! We just wanted to help her." You try to reason with him, sobbing as he continues to hurt Eddie.

"You don't know what you're talking about! Chrissy is mine, and she's not going anywhere." You hear the vile smugness in his voice. He likes hurting her. He thinks he owns her.

"Chrissy is NOT your property!" You scream. You're once again overcome with rage, pushing yourself between Jason and Eddie. You kick Jason in the crotch as hard as you can, making him crumble to the ground. "Come on, Eds. Get back inside while we wait for the cops. Please." Your voice trembles, you cannot believe you just did that. But you can't bear to hear Jason speak like that about Chrissy and mercilessly kick Eddie's ass. You both turn to go back in, when Jason grabs you by the back of your shirt. He tugs you out of Eddie's grip, slamming you down onto the asphalt with a hard smack.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch! You messed with the wrong man, and now you're gonna fucking pay!" He stands over you, your head throbbing painfully from the impact. You feel sick, you might have a concussion. You can't say anything, the pain is too much. "Just like old times, huh? The geek and the freak. But you can bet your ass I won't lose this time." He smirks sickeningly, and you're annoyed that he doesn't have a scratch on him. Suddenly, Eddie tackles Jason to the ground.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Eddie yells, and you watch him pin Jason down, before absolutely wailing on him. He lands punch after punch, grunting as he swings his fists down onto Jason's face as hard as he can. You can't stand up, everything is spinning. It looks like you're watching three Eddies on top of three Jasons. "You bastard! You don't hurt her! You piece of shit! You're a fucking bully, and that's all you'll ever be!"

The world is slowly fading to black, just as you hear the police sirens approaching the diner. You pass out, the unfocused image of Eddie defending your honor being the last thing you see.

Part 12.2: Mad World

You slowly regain consciousness, hearing the beep of a heart rate monitor as your eyes flutter open. You groan at the harsh lights in your eyes, looking side to side to see where the hell you are. "Oh my god, sugarpuff!" You hear Mom's voice, she's sitting in a chair beside your hospital bed. She rushes to your side, taking hold of your hand.

"What the hell happened?" You ask, trying to remember how you got here. You think back, gluing the shattered pieces of what happened today back together. You recall the exam, lots of sex, greasy food, and一 "Where's Eddie?" You ask in a panic, picturing Jason beating the shit out of him before the tables turned.

"Shh, Y/N. He's okay. Well, he's got a broken nose and some cuts and bruises. He's down at the police station for questioning. What the hell were you two doing getting in a fight with that awful Carver boy?" She interrogates, needing you to clear things up. You try to sit up, but you're feeling extremely woozy. Mom notices you gagging, reaching for the bucket the nurse left in your room for you to puke into. There goes lunch, and it certainly doesn't taste as good coming back up. You keep the bucket on your lap in case you need it again. There's a horrible, radiating pain in the back of your head. You're about to reach behind and touch it, when Mom swats your hand. "Don't touch the stitches! You'll get them infected!" She's definitely pissed at you, and scared. You've never been one to get in trouble like this, you've always been a good egg.

"Stitches?" You ask dumbly, realizing you probably split your head open when Jason pulled you down. You inhale sharply, realizing just how serious the situation is. "Okay, um. I know this looks bad, but it's not what it seems." You say as you look at her angry face. You've never seen her so upset at you before. You can probably kiss that six-month promise goodbye.

"Then please, tell me what the hell is going on. And don't leave anything out!" She barks, and you let her know about everything. Jason abusing Chrissy, you and Eddie trying to help her leave, Jason confronting you. Her face softens as you clear the cloud of confusion for her, the anger slowly dissipating with it. "Why didn't you come to me, Y/N? I could've helped you go to the police."

"There was no guarantee going to the cops would've done anything, Mom. We were waiting for Chrissy to have a plan before getting her out of there. If there was even a chance of Jason knowing what she was up to, it would've made things worse." But you suppose they are either way now. "Is Jason at the station, too?" You ask, wondering if he’s managed to weasel his way out of responsibility for his end of the fight.

"Yes. The police need to speak to you as well. Obviously, they've had to wait for you to be conscious again, but they said to bring you once the doctor clears you." Mom answers, regaining some of her terseness.

“Shit, Mom! Get them in here. I need to go right now. I have to tell them everything, and help Eddie get out." You speak in a mania, trying to rip out your IV and locate your clothes. You remove the heart rate monitor, and it starts acting as if you've died, making obnoxious noises.

"Y/N, slow down! You have to wait for the doctor!" Mom tries to stop you, keep you from hurting yourself. But you're too high on adrenaline to let anyone get in your way. You need to be with Eddie, now.

"Mom, please! I have to tell them it's not Eddie's fault! I don't want him to be punished for something he didn't even start." You manage to stand up, pushing past her to dig around in the plastic bag containing your personal effects. You don't even care about the curtains being open, you're getting dressed come hell or high water.

The doctors come rushing in, attempting to force you back into bed. But you scream bloody murder, telling them you need to leave right now. You back yourself into a corner, flailing your limbs when they attempt to get close to you. One of them calms you enough to ask you the typical concussion questions. Who is the president? What year is it? What is your address? You answer every single one without hesitation, continuing to strip off your hospital gown and put your clothes back on in their full view. Embarrassment and modesty have flown out the window, the need to help your boyfriend has overridden everything else. "Can I fucking go now!?" You shout once you've fully dressed, and the doctors begrudgingly let Mom take you out of here. They give you some pain meds, and tell you to take it easy as you storm out the door barefoot.

"Y/N, slow down! You can't get there on foot!" Mom yells, calling to Dustin who was on his way back from the vending machines. He runs over, wondering what's going on. He sees you booking it for the car, cursing under his breath. He can't see your face, but he already knows you're determined to go to the damn police station right this second. Nothing and no one will stop you. You reach the car, clutching your bag which holds your purse and shoes and the little paper bag the doctor gave you. You yank on the door, it doesn't budge. Of course, it's locked at the worst possible time.

"Hurry up! I need to clear everything up for these assholes!" You can't stop yelling, it's your default volume at this point. Mom hurries to the driver's side, fumbling with the keys to unlock the car. The three of you hop in, seatbelts and all. You put your shoes on while Mom drives, luckily the station isn't far from here. Your knee bobs up and down, anxiously waiting for the building to come into view. Before Mom can stop the car fully in a parking space, you open your door and run inside to find Eddie.

"Y/N!" They both call after you, running to catch up once the car is parked. You go to the front desk, finding a rather disinterested secretary sitting behind it.

"I'm here to give a statement about the fight at the Denny's." You say simply, hoping she knows what you're talking about. She looks you over suspiciously through her thick glasses, noticing the tape from the IV still sticking to your arm.

"Uh...yes, just let me check with Chief Powell." She says, standing up to leave you at reception. You pound your hand on the desk, needing her to listen.

"Please, it's urgent! My boyfriend is in there!" You beg, it's a wonder you haven't turned into a puddle of tears yet. She nods when she figures out who you're referring to and leads you down the hall. You turn the corner, finding Eddie cuffed to a chair. "Oh my god, Eddie!" He looks up at you, and you see the awful state he's in. His lip is busted, and there's a cast on his nose. His left eye is swollen shut, an uneasy shade of purple. And there's thick gauze wrapped around his knuckles. "Shit, Eds. You look terrible." You coo at him, kneeling at his side.

"You should see the other guy." He chuckles, before remembering where he last saw you. "What the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the hospital!" He says, concern tainting his voice. But you just shake your head rapidly. It makes you nauseous again, which isn't helping. You choke the bile back down, speaking shakily.

"I couldn't stay there. I'm all stitched up, I'm fine. I had to come and be here for you. Did they talk to you already?" You want to take his hands in yours, but you don't want to hurt him. They're stuck together at his side, the link of the cuffs trapped under the armrest so he won't run off.

"Yeah, Jason, too. And some others from the restaurant. They're bringing Chrissy in as well. But so far, it's not looking great for me. The pigs tackled my ass when they got there, assuming I started it. Hopefully some of the other people there didn't fuck me over. And having you talk to them should help. Just一 don't tell them anything about the drugs. Please." He warns, and you nod in agreement. You're sure Chrissy will know to leave that little detail out as well. It would only get her and Eddie into more trouble.

"Y/N Henderson? Come with us, please." You hear Chief Powell speak behind you, and you turn to look at him. His expression tells you he's none too pleased with having to handle a fucking fight taking place in a Denny's parking lot on a Tuesday afternoon. You stand, quickly walking into the interrogation room to answer their questions. You share one last look with Eddie, trying your best to give him a smile. Though it probably comes out more like a grimace. You take a seat, and Powell and another officer sit across from you. "Alright, let's get started." Powell says, clasping his hands together on the table. "So, tell us in your own words what happened this afternoon."

You swallow hard, cops always make you nervous. "Well, um, me and Eddie had gone to the Denny's to have lunch. When we were leaving, we had a smoke in the parking lot. That's when Jason showed up." You stop to breathe, Powell's eyes staying on you. You continue. "He was angry at us, Eddie in particular."

"And why was that?" The Chief interjects.

"Because we had seen Chrissy a few weeks ago in passing, I don't remember where. But she had bruises on her arms, and when we talked to her about Jason and their marriage, it seemed like she was being abused." You answer apprehensively.

"By Jason?" He says to keep the flow of questioning going.

You nod. "Yes. She did get angry and deny it. But a few days later, she found my number in the phone book. She asked us to help her once she had a plan of escape."

"And up until now, Jason had no idea about this?" He asks, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

"No." You shake your head. "She even said not to call the house in case he picked up. She knew he'd do something really bad if he found out."

"Did she say what that would be?"

"I dunno, hurt her again? Kill her, maybe? Does it really matter?" You don't mean to catch an attitude, but you wish these officers were taking this a little more seriously. It's almost like they're trying to justify Jason coming after Eddie.

"We just want to get the facts straight." Powell says with a warning tone. You nod like a scolded child, trying not to blush in embarrassment. "Now, what happened after Jason showed up?"

"He was yelling, saying we were taking Chrissy away from him. Eddie wasn't taking his shit seriously, and Jason hit him. First in the nose, then the jaw, and stomach. Jason landed a few more punches, I think. I dunno, it all happened so fast." You pause again, gauging their reaction. But their faces don't show much emotion at all. "And then Jason was talking like he owned Chrissy, and that made me angry. And I wanted him to stop hurting Eddie. So I got between them, and kicked Jason in the balls." The other officer in the room, whose name tag reads 'Callahan', bursts out laughing. You suppose it's amusing to him that a little thing like yourself would be so bold to kick a large man in the nuts. Powell shoots him a disapproving look, which stills the laughter immediately. Callahan clears his throat, regaining focus.

"And then what happened?" Powell asks, easing you along to the end of the story.

"Me and Eddie tried to go back inside, I'd had one of the waitresses call you guys before I did what I did. But Jason grabbed me by my shirt, and slammed me to the ground. He split my head open, by the way. I've got stitches and everything." You turn your head to let them see, which makes them audibly wince. You can't imagine it looks pretty, and you sense small chunks of hair are missing. Hopefully a trip to the salon to even it out will help.

"And then?"

"And then Eddie tackled him, and started punching him over and over. He got so angry, and I couldn't move because I got a concussion. The world was spinning, and I blacked out." You finish painting your version of the picture for them, but at the end of it you can't tell if they’ve actually listened. "I promise, this isn't Eddie's fault. He was just trying to protect me. He didn't throw a single hit until after I got hurt."

"Do you want to press charges against Mr. Carver?" Powell asks, trying his best to appear stoic yet sympathetic. He truly feels for you. But given Jason's affluent status in the community, he worries Eddie might pay a hefty cost.

"Um, I dunno. Is he gonna get in trouble for abusing Chrissy?" You ask, watching their faces closely to see any indication of such a thing coming to fruition.

"Well, we can't say much about that. We haven't even talked to her yet. But if she does corroborate what you've said, then, yes, he will be arrested and charged for assault and domestic abuse. Your boyfriend, on the other hand..." The Chief's words stop, he can't help wanting to let Eddie go when he sees the desperate look on your face. You don't want Eddie to be in trouble, it's not even his fault. He was just defending you, that shouldn't be a crime. "Mr. Carver wants to press charges against him." You scoff at the thought. Of course he does. He puts a hand up to reassure you, giving a small smile. "However, given the fact that Mr. Carver started the fight, I doubt it'll hold up in court or even make it to trial."

You nod, taking this all in. You hope Chrissy comes through for you. You imagine she's not looking too pretty herself at the moment. "Okay. Is there anything else you need from me? Can me and Eddie go home now?" You ask, pleading with your eyes to appeal to Powell's softer side.

"You're free to go, for now. I suggest the two of you stay outta trouble if you know what's good for you. Munson is very lucky he has you to plead his case." Powell says with a small smile. He leads the way back to Eddie, and lets him free of the handcuffs.

"Thanks. I typically only use those in the bedroom." Eddie jokes while rubbing his bruised wrists. The Chief doesn't find it amusing, scoffing before he leaves the two of you alone.

"Thank fuck." You sigh in relief, and Eddie quickly captures you in a suffocating hug. You squeeze him just as hard, not wanting to let go. Those tears you've been saving up finally come out to play. You sob long and hard against his chest, soaking through his bloodied shirt. This whole week has just been blow after blow, literally. You swear you can't take much more of this, or you're gonna snap. Eddie holds you close, rocking you back and forth to try and calm you down.

"Let's go home, okay?" He whispers, and you nod as you continue to let everything out on him. He leads the way, despite his impaired vision. Wayne pulls into the parking lot just as you step outside, rushing to get out of his truck.

"Lord, almighty! What the fuck have you got yourself into, Edward?" He asks, just as bemused as everyone else has been today. "And fuckin' A, you look like you got your ass handed to ya." His eyes flick to you, and he stops himself from blowing up when he sees just how hard you're crying. He sighs, wiping his calloused hands down his face. His tone relaxes, saving the questions and lecture for later. "Jesus christ. Just get in the truck, dipshit. You too, Y/N."

"I gotta let Mom know where I'm going." You say flatly, not really sure what the plan is. You have your next test tomorrow, and the pre-funeral dinner. Eddie's van is still at the diner, and neither of you can drive it anywhere. The two men nod, letting you have a moment with Mom and Dustin.

"You okay, sugarpuff?" Mom asks, and you can't manage to do much besides shake your head. You wish none of this had happened, everything's all fucked up. You keep the tears at bay for now, wanting to calm down. Your nerves are absolutely frayed, sending random signals of panic to your brain.

"Are you gonna go with Eddie?" Dustin asks, his worried expression making your heart sink.

"Yeah. We're gonna figure out our plan for tomorrow. His van is stuck at the restaurant, and clearly we aren't in any condition to drive." You chuckle dryly, though you don't find your words funny whatsoever.

"Well, if you two come home tonight, I can drive you to your test tomorrow. And then I can bring you back and we'll all pile in the car for dinner later on. Sound good?" Mom suggests, and you thank her for the simple solution.

"That'll be perfect, Mom. I don't wanna be away from him right now, but Wayne's schedule doesn't help me get to school on time. We'll be over later, just put my stuff in my room for now." You reply, giving them both a big hug before getting into Wayne's truck with Eddie sandwiching you in the middle.

You tell Wayne the plan as he drives you all back to the trailer, and he's more than happy to drive you to your house on his way to work tonight. Eddie takes hold of your hand, squeezing it tightly despite his injuries. You put your head on his shoulder, mimicking your position from earlier today. You can't help crying again, you feel so fucking tired as the adrenaline that’s shocked your system wears off completely. Eddie whispers sweet nothings in your ear, doing everything he can to console you.

The three of you walk through the door, and Wayne asks you both to sit down and explain to him why in the hell the cops called him in the middle of his sleep. You lay out the situation for the third time today, utterly sick of repeating the same fucking words. But just like the other two audiences you've had, Wayne is easily sympathetic as opposed to angry. He lets you and Eddie retreat to his room, and you're helping pack some clothes for him for the next few days. "I didn't ask before, but what were you trying to do, Eds?" You ask as you pull out some shirts and boxers from his dresser and put them into a duffle bag.

"Well, I was trying to let Jason throw all the punches so he would be the one in the handcuffs. I had no intention of hitting him at all, until he hurt you. All I could see was red after that." He explains, sitting on the edge of his bed as you gather his things.

"Well, it was really stupid. Sweet, but stupid." You reply, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.

"How are your stitches?" He asks, and you show your back to him so he can get a good look. "Jesus, the asshole really did a number on you." His tone is heartbroken, he hates that you ended up getting hurt in all this.

"I'm guessing it's a good thing I can't see them, huh? Everyone keeps making weird sounds or comments about it. I'll need a haircut when they heal up." You don't mean to sound so annoyed, but you're exhausted and in pain. This day started out so sweet, and ended up a bloodbath. "How are you feeling? Mom said you've got a broken nose."

"Well, my face hurts a lot, and my hands. And I gotta keep this cast on my nose for a week, so that's fun." Eddie's just as done with today as you are, all he wants is to sleep with you in his arms. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know Jason started it, but now I've gotten us tangled up in all this mess." His voice breaks, and you realize he's the one crying now. You stop packing, sitting beside him on the edge of the mattress.

"Baby, it's okay. You were just looking out for me. And technically I got us into this when I convinced Chrissy to try to leave him." You cup his cheek, wiping the tears away from his good eye.

Eddie's body shudders as he's falling to pieces before you. "But you got hurt, and it's all my fault!" He insists, you've never seen him like this before. He's so upset with himself, it's his job to look out for you. To protect you. And he failed. He's becoming inconsolable, wailing and sobbing like a lost child. You're sure he'd be holding his face in his hands if it wasn't so messed up.

You have to calm him down, he'll make himself sick if he keeps going like this. "It's not your fault, love. Let's lay down, okay?" You speak softly to him, taking his wrists to lead him further onto the bed. He lets you maneuver him, laying his head on the pillows as he continues to sob. You lie down behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Usually this goes the other way around, but Eddie needs you to hold him. He's always taken care of you when you're sad or ill, and it's your turn now. Your hands rest on his chest, stroking him over his shirt to soothe him. Your leg lays over his, trying to cover him with your warmth. "It's okay, Eds. Everything's gonna be okay." You coo in his ear, nuzzling his neck with your chin.

The two of you lay like this for what feels like hours. You repeat your words over and over, your hands continuously caressing his trembling body. Eddie stopped sobbing a while ago, but he's shaking uncontrollably. He's far from cold, he's full of fear and anxiety now. What kind of man is he if he can't even keep you safe from an asshole like Jason? What if whatever Chrissy has to say isn't enough? And Jason is free to come find you again and do something much worse? That thought scares the living hell out of him. "I'm sorry." He whispers in a hoarse voice, his throat hurts from crying so much.

"You don't have to apologize. I promise, it's not your fault. Just relax, darling. We've both had a long day." Your heart aches for him, you wish he wouldn't blame himself.

Wayne knocks on the door. "Hey kiddos, be ready in five." You plant a gentle kiss on the back of Eddie's neck before getting out of bed to finish getting his things ready. Eddie rolls over to look at you, his lip still quivering.

"Do you still love me, Y/N?" He asks, which takes you aback. Why would he ask such a thing?

"Of course I do! You really think I'm gonna stop loving you over something like this?" You're genuinely curious where his head's at, this whole ordeal has rocked him to his core.

"I dunno. Maybe you should." His gaze shifts away from yours, and you take a moment to figure out how to respond. You zip up his bag, kneeling at the side of the bed to force him to meet your eyes.

"Eddie. I love you more than anything in the world, okay? I'm not going anywhere, except with you to my house. I've told you before, there's nothing you could do to scare me away, and I mean that with all my heart. C'mon, Wayne's waiting." You lean forward to kiss his forehead, the rest of his face is inaccessible at the moment.

"Okay." He sounds unconvinced, but you don't have the energy to go back and forth on this with him. You just wanna go home, eat some food and take your meds, and then pass out in bed with Eddie. You've got too big of a day ahead of you tomorrow, and this week can't possibly get any worse. You help him stand up, his feet scuffing against the floor as you pull him along. He slings his bag over his shoulder, letting you drag him outside to the truck.

The ride to your house is silent, but there's unspoken tension hanging in the air. It could be Wayne's disappointment, or Eddie's melancholy. You can't quite place it, though it's unsettling to say the least. To be honest, you don't care to find out what it is. You can barely keep your eyes open at this point, your metaphorical tank is reading at a big, blinking 'E'. You'll have to puzzle it all out tomorrow. "Here ya go, kiddos. Please, don't get into any more trouble?" Wayne implores, taking hold of your hand while giving you a serious look. He's asking you to keep an eye on Eddie, make sure he doesn't do anything else stupid. You nod, and he lets you two go inside.

"Hey, sugarpuff! I left your stuff in your room like you asked." Mom announces as you walk through the door. She's making chicken alfredo for dinner, stirring her homemade sauce at the stove top.

"Thanks, Mom. We'll be in there until dinner's ready." You give her a weak smile as you pass by, holding Eddie's hand as you mindlessly pull him down the hall. He hasn't said another word, not even acknowledging Mom or Dustin when he walked inside with you. He's taking today really hard, and you don't know how to snap him out of it. You don't want him to pretend to be okay if he's not, but you feel like he's being too hard on himself. You shut your bedroom door, gently moving Eddie to sit down on your bed.

You kneel before him, slipping off his shoes. "What are you doing?" He asks, staring down at you with no clear expression on his face. It's more like he's looking through you, like you're not really here. His voice is monotone, which you've never heard out of him before.

"I'm helping you get into something more comfortable, love. I doubt you want to stay in bloody clothes all night." You remove his socks, putting them in your hamper. You do the same with his shirt, carefully positioning his arms to pull it over his head.

"Okay." He replies, allowing you to manipulate his body like a mannequin. You pull off his jeans, which are covered in dirt from the parking lot. You retrieve some cozy pajamas from his bag, dressing him back up. When you're finished, you sit beside him.

"There. All better." You try to smile, lighten the mood. But he stays the same, almost catatonic. "Eddie?" You ask, wanting him to look at you. He turns his head in your direction.

"Yes?" He says flatly, which is really freaking you out now.

"Is there anything I can do, love?" You desperately search for something, anything to indicate emotion in him.

"No." You know it shouldn't, but that singular word feels like a slap in the face.

"Do you want to be here?" You put a hand on his knee, and this question appears to chip through the layer of ice he's put up.

"Yes." His own hand lays over yours. Finally, a sign of life.

"Okay. Can you stop shutting me out, then?" You ask, coming off a little more annoyed than you mean to. But he nods, forcing himself to soften up a little.

"Sorry, I'm not meaning to. I'm just having a hard time today." His voice catches, he really doesn't want to cry anymore.

"I know, darling. That's what I'm here for. We work through things together, remember?" You squeeze his leg gently, and he nods again.

"Yeah, I do." Eddie gives his best attempt at a smile, pulling you into him so he can wrap his arms over you. "I love you, Y/N." He says, choking back more tears.

"I love you too, Eddie." You let him cling to you for as long as he wants, settling into his warm embrace. You know he needs you, more than ever right now. He needs to know you still want him, still find him worthy of your love. And you have every intention of leaving no room for confusion.

A little later, Eddie lets you go so you can change out of your grungy clothes. You slip into some lounging shorts and a tank top, when you realize the necklace he gave you isn't around your neck. They must have taken it off at the hospital. You dig around in your belongings, finding the necklace at the bottom of the plastic bag. The chain is broken, and there's some blood on it. But the engraved pick is still intact without a scratch. Eddie noticed you weren't wearing it hours ago, thinking you did it on purpose. But seeing you excavating your jewelry box to find a new chain tells him you just got caught up in the moment. Your only concern after waking up was getting to him, making sure he was okay. "Good to know you didn't actually take it off." Eddie pipes up, startling you after being quiet for so long.

"Yeah. I had no intention of doing so. Jason must have snapped the chain when he pulled me down. I'm glad whoever took me to the hospital didn't leave it behind, that would've broken my heart." You find the perfect replacement, a simple gold chain from an old charm necklace set you used to wear years ago. The charms are long gone, they were childish things like unicorns and butterflies. But the chain was sturdy, pretty. You kept it in case you found a new pendant worthy of it. And what better one than the guitar pick labeling you as 'Eddie's girl'? You slip the pendant on, and clasp the chain around your neck. "There, good as new." You admire it in the mirror for a moment, catching Eddie's gaze in the reflection. "I'm always gonna be your girl, Eds." You say with a smile, his own lips twitching upwards briefly.

"And I'll always be your guy, sweetheart." He holds out a bandaged hand, beckoning you to him. You walk over to him, taking a sideways seat on his lap. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping you in his grasp. "God, I wish I could kiss you right now." He says, biting the part of his lip that isn't split open.

"Me too, love. Doesn't mean I can't kiss you,though." You say slyly, leaning your head down to place your mouth on his throat. He hums softly, he loves it when you kiss his neck. Or any part of him, really. Your lips are so plush, and you put just the right amount of pressure to make him putty in your hands. You keep the contact brief, you've both had enough excitement for one day.

"Remind me to pay you back double for every time you do that. Once I'm able to, of course." Eddie smiles, slowly slinking out of the pit of despair he’s been occupying.

"You got it, baby." You give him another kiss, eager to rack up a stockpile of his affection. He chuckles, realizing his mistake. You're gonna be all over him now, giving him sexy little pecks every chance you get. He's not complaining, but it's gonna make him go insane.

"Y/N? Dinner's ready, honey." Mom says on the other side of your door.

"Okay, Mom. We'll be right there!" You call to her, and you hear her footsteps receding back to the kitchen. "C'mon, bruiser." You say with a laugh, taking Eddie's wrists to lead him to the dining room. Dinner is surprisingly light, Dustin asks Eddie lots of questions about the fight, wanting to know just how badly he beat Jason's sorry ass. Eddie answers them, even after Mom tries to get your brother to cut it out. You ask Dustin about his own finals to change the subject. You know Eddie's not really in a mood to act like he's some badass for today's events.

Dustin fills you in, eyes sparkling as he fantasizes about finally walking that graduation stage next week. You're so proud of him, he's even smarter than you are. He got early admission to multiple Ivy Leagues, offering scholarships left and right to draw the little genius into various science programs. You swear it was just yesterday that he joined Hawkins Middle A.V. Club, running around with his squad of friends on make-believe adventures. Their little band of misfits has only expanded these last few years, and you're happy he's been able to form strong bonds with so many people. It's one of many things you envy about Dustin, friendship comes so easily to him.

You help Mom clear the table after dinner, and Dustin sits with Eddie on the couch to discuss the next D&D campaign. There isn't a set date for said game just yet, but you're very excited about it. You listen to their conversation as you dry each dish Mom hands to you after she washes them. Things seem to be at least slightly back to normal, when the phone rings. It startles everyone, and your eyes lock onto Eddie's. You go over to pick it up, wondering who's on the other end. It could be the police, or Angie, or一

"Y/N?" It's Chrissy.

"Hey, Chrissy." You say, loud enough for everyone to hear. The room goes silent. Mom shuts off the faucet, and Dustin clicks the remote to the TV.

"Are you and Eddie alright? I just got back from the station. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't want to tell him anything, but he found out about my plan to go to my aunt's..." She pauses for a moment, her breath shuddering. You can tell she's been crying. "...he一 He threatened to hurt JJ." Your jaw drops. That's a new low, even for Jason.

"Chrissy, don't apologize. We're okay, well, mostly. We wanted to help, and we knew something like this could happen. Are you alright?" You hope Jason wasn't too rough with her, or the baby.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Jason's been arrested, waiting for charges. And my aunt is coming tomorrow to help me pack up what we need. I'll be living with her until I can get a job and a place of my own." Her tone brightens, she sounds so relieved.

"That's great! I'm glad you're finally getting out, going somewhere safe. And hey, when all this shit blows over we should hang out." You smile, glad at least one good thing has come out of this dumpster fire.

"I'd love that! Well, I'll let you go for now. I'm sure you two have been through a lot today. And thank you for helping me. I'll never be able to repay you for that." You hear her getting a little teary again, which makes your heart swell.

"It's no problem at all. Just doing what's right. Goodnight, Chrissy. We'll see you around."

"Goodnight." She hangs up, and you set the phone back in its cradle.

"Is she alright?" Mom asks, turning to wash up the last couple dishes.

"Yeah. Jason's awaiting charges, and Chrissy is moving in with her aunt. So, our injuries aren't for nothing." You joke, drawing nervous giggles from everyone. "I dunno about you guys, but I'm fuckin' exhausted. You wanna go to bed, Eds?" You gaze at him sleepily, reaching your hand out..

"Sure thing, baby. Night, Dustin, Ms. Henderson." He stands up to join you, just as tired as you are

"Night, guys." Dustin says, turning the TV back on for a while.

"Goodnight, kiddos. Sleep well, we've got a big day tomorrow." Mom says, hoping you two are able to rest properly when you're all battered and bruised. You travel back down the hall, stopping at the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take my pain meds real quick before bed, love. You wanna warm up the bed for me?" You poke his chest playfully.

"Yes, ma'am!" He salutes you, making you laugh.

"Ew, don't ever call me that again." You scrunch your nose, that term makes you feel old. He smirks at you, before turning away to go lie down. You open the bottle of pills at the sink, taking the recommended dose with a handful of water from the faucet. You go to your room, finding Eddie already passed out on his back.

He's snoring lightly, the poor guy must have conked out as soon as he hit the pillow. You flick off the light, and set your alarm for the morning. You quietly climb in beside your love, laying your head on his chest. His arms bring you closer out of instinct, but you can tell he's still asleep. "Goodnight, baby. I love you so much." You whisper, shifting slightly to get comfortable. He probably can't hear you, but you never go a single night without saying you love him. You slowly drift off, the comforting beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

To be continued...

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