Infatuation | Eddie Munson

10- Cops

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I woke up, sweat dripping down my forehead as my heart rate sky rocketed. There were several knocks in a row that pulled me out of my nightmare, forcing me to get out of bed early on a Saturday to answer the door.

"What?" I said with an attitude as I opened the door, severe eye bags forming under my eyes from the lack of sleep I had within the past week due to these nightmares.

My eyes widened immediately as I noticed the police officer outfit that was presented before me, two officers standing tall outside of my front door.

"Florence Spring, right? Mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?" The officer said, the one behind him holding a notepad and pen.

Thousands of scenarios run laps through my brain as I welcomed them inside. My dad was passed out drunk, with several beer cans surrounding him as he snored on the couch.

"Sorry about him," I nervously laughed, scooping a couple of the cans into the trash before offering the police officers a seat at the dining table.

"So, you're friends with Chrissy Cunningham, correct?" The officer asked, sitting in the seat opposite me as the other cop with the notepad and a well-groomed moustache stood beside him.

"Uh, yeah... why?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I fidgeted with my own fingers.

"When's the last time you saw her?"

My heart sank to my chest and my mouth fell agape.
"What does this have to do with Chrissy? What happened to her?" I said, trying to refrain myself from freaking out.

The officer leaned in slightly closer, "We just wanna know when the last time you saw her was, okay? We understand you're frustration but we need you to tell us what you know."

I sighed, sorting through my thoughts before responding, "The last time I saw her was yesterday after the d&-I mean the Championship game. She was totally fine in the morning but something was kinda off."

"And have you ever seen her together with a boy named Eddie Munson," the cop asked.

"Eddie?" I said, becoming increasingly worried as I imagined all the possible scenarios. "What does Eddie have to do with Chrissy?"

"You've never seen them together?" The cop with the notepad said, looking up from the notes he'd been jotting down.

"No."

The two cops looked at each other before one cleared his throat. "What about drugs? Was she ever into that?"

My heart sank as I heard the word, was.

"No way," I said, immediately shaking my head in denial.
"Chrissy would never touch that... You never answered my question, what does Eddie have anything to do with Chrissy?" I insisted, beginning to become impatient.

The cops stared at me blankly as my eyes began to fill up with tears. "Where is Chrissy?"

As the cop closed his notebook and the other stood up to leave, I lost my temper as something ticked off inside of me like a bomb.

"Tell me where Chrissy is right now! Tell me!" I begged in despair as the officers continued to walk for the door.

I continued to raise my voice, "What happened to Chrissy?"

"Listen kid, stay inside and don't leave the house unless it's an emergency, got it?" One of them said before shutting the front door behind them.

I fell to me knees as I watched them climb into their car through my window. Tears seeped out of my eyes and I began to sob as millions of questions filled my head. What had happened to Chrissy? And what the fuck does Eddie Munson have to do with it?

Chrissy was the last person I had left in this world and the thought of something bad happening to her caused me to sob uncontrollably. I felt weak and vulnerable as I stood to my feet, but soon a desperation for answers filled my blood stream.
I was going to find out what happened to Chrissy and I knew exactly how I was going to do it. Almost.

I looked over to the mess of my father before another knock was heard at my door. Walking over to it, my eyes blurry and red, my thoughts unstable, I opened the door to see "Jason?"

"It's Chrissy," he said with a clenched jaw, obviously to stop himself from crying.

"I know," I said, my breath hitching.

"We're going to hunt down that fucking freak and give him exactly what he deserves," he said, a look of anger in his eyes that I'd never seen before.

My heart stopped, "Who? Eddie?"

"You in?" He nodded with look on his face that showed he was boiling with anger.

I thought about it for a few seconds before blurting, "I can't."

He scoffed, "Huh? You're saying you don't want justice for Chrissy?"

"Of course I do! But how are we even supposed to know that Eddie did anything? Plus, you're acting straight out of anger, you don't know what you're doing!" I yelled.

"That freak and his cult brainwashed you, you know? You used to be cool, but look at you now," he stared me down in disgust as he began hitting the edge of the door frame.

"Whatever, sit around here then while we actually get justice for Chrissy," he stared at me for another few seconds before shaking his head and walking away to his black car, in which I could now see Andy and Patrick leaning against. As I refrained from letting more tears slip from my eyes I closed the door, squinting my eyes shut as I took a shaky breath.

No matter what, I was going to find Eddie before anyone else could.

I got ready and grabbed my backpack, stuffing it with essentials such as the scarce amount of food in my pantry, water and my favourite cassette tapes and headphones. I slung the backpack on my back, looking at my snoring, alcoholic dad one last time before I left the house with no trace.

I couldn't go another second without seeing Eddie and getting the answers I needed. Maybe I just wanted to see his face for reassurance, because I knew Eddie was innocent, I could feel it.

I looked around the garage for my faulty old bike, spotting it pretty quickly before making sure the tires were pumped. I hopped onto the bike and exited the garage, letting out a breath I'd been unknowingly holding in. I propped my foot up on the pedal.

'Tick. Tick. Tick'

I could hear the faint chime of a grandfather clock in the unknown distance, causing me to whip my head around in shock.

Weird. I looked around, no clock to be seen.

Shaking it off, I started pushing the pedals of my bike, swiftly riding down the street, music blasting through my headphones like usual.

'Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world'

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chrissy 💔💔