Chapter Eight : The Stray Rick EPISODE TWO OF SEASON FOUR ━━━vecna's curse
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THERE WAS SOMETHING YOU LEARNED WHEN YOU'VE LIVED IN A TRAILER PARK FOR MOST OF YOUR LIFE: your neighbors were not your friends. Noise complaints were tossed around like a hot potato, not to mention the pinboard that sat next to the shelter for people to place anonymous complaints about one another. To resolve issues, they said. Instead, it caused more of them. One time, Moonie saw a note on it that said, and I quote: that long haired freak nephew of Wayne Munsons will not stop blasting music right when the rooster crows before driving off to school. It wakes everyone in the damn park up. Do better, Forest Hills.
The next morning? The entirety of Forest Hills woke up at the early hours of 3am when Moonie decided to sneak out and blare music of her own. It was safe to say there were no more complaints about Eddie, at least not any that he saw due to the fact that his dearest friend of the stars tore them each time she saw one. Oddly enough, she never saw any about her, either. Not even after her little moment.
Which is when she should've seen the most. But, the board was completely empty when she looked at it. All except one little white piece of paper that read: Musical ambitions are not to be snuffed out. Rock on, Sun. The handwriting was oddly familiar, so you can only guess who taped it up there as soon as dawn arrived.
Anyways, the point is, Moonie is smart. She knew better than to roll up at the trailer park in Eddie's van, especially when she saw the police officer that was guarding the entrance. She drove past, as normally as humanely possible, avoided complete eye contact with the clueless cop, and then parked the vehicle off to the side of the road a few yards down. Right next to an old run down gas station that was no longer in use, but she didn't go as far as finding a tarp to cover it with.
She didn't plan on staying around long, after all she wasn't trying to get caught. She just needed to know what was going on. After she gets the information she needs, she'll hopefully be gone before anyone even realizes she was there. Moonie also knew that she needed to hurry, because it was currently 1:58 and if Eddie wasn't up by now, he probably was going to be soon. And she wasn't going to be there, therefore, which, for the record, she didn't think about this before leaving, he's more than likely going to think that she's dead, just like Chrissy. Or that she ran off to make herself look innocent to the police.
But that's something her brother would do. Not her. Moonie hoped that Eddie at least knew that much.
She found an oversized jumper in the back of his van, to which she slipped over her arms. It was an old, grey hoodie that had three letters printed out across the front. Now, Moonie had no idea where Eddie could've gotten a college hoodie, because he's been held back twice, but she chose to not question it. She pulled the hood over her head, keeping her hair and face hidden underneath the material. Moon continued back down the backroad until she reached the Forest Hills Trailer Park sign where the cop was stationed, his back turned to her as he leaned down into a car waiting at the entrance.
