Head Over Heels for Eddie Munson

Ch5: The Blitzkrieg Bop

Despite only having 4 hours of sleep and being completely out drunk, I managed to wake up exactly at 6 am, again. I woke up next to Eddie, my head still on his shoulder and tightly hugging his left arm. I jolt awake and grab the side of my pounding head. I looked at Eddie, still asleep, and slid away as carefully as possible so as not to wake him up. Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones starts playing and I stand up, still holding onto my head: "Hey, Ho, Let's go!" I stumble around the boat house, wiping my face, noticing the dried blood on my nose. "Shit! That can't be good," I whisper, "I can't have my power give out on me now!" I stand and ground myself for a second before running outside to throw up the remains of last night's drinking. What was I thinking? The first thing that comes to mind is my rumbling stomach, making me also think of Eddie and how hungry he must be. I imagine that going out for an hour and getting something won't be too bad, so I take off my blood-stained hoodie and grab the ten bucks I found in one of my pockets. "From here," I thought, "it should be a mile walk to the local coffee shop." I open the door, take in the freshness of the beautiful morning, and begin my walk. I had no problem walking two miles, I had no problem walking seven either. Hawkins was so beautiful and mysterious, walking for hours seemed so easy to do. The trees lead me to a local shop, perfect for a Saturday morning breakfast. I came back about an hour later with two cups of coffee and a scone for Eddie, but he was not where I had left him. With the bagged scone held by my mouth and the cups of coffee in both my hands, Eddie pins me up against the wall with a broken beer bottle on my neck. He stares at my face, holding me up against the wall tightly. As my eyes start to tear up, he exhales and backs away from me with wide and scared eyes, "Sorry, Lori.," he pauses, shaking, "Jesus, you scared me! You could've told me you were leaving! I was worried sick, you know?!" I put down the cups of coffee and grabbed the bag, holding it out to him, "I'm sorry. I just went out to get you something to eat, it's been a while." I completely forgot to get myself something, but put that aside as he hungrily takes a bite out of the pastry. "Thank you," he says with his mouth full, "You got two drinks for yourself?" I'm guessing Eddie was not too into the idea of drinking coffee and probably has a lot of energy from his pumping adrenaline, however, I was stuck on the idea of getting him a coffee. "Well, I heard that coffee is one of the best things to drink during a hangover, so I got one for both of us. Yours, of course, is decaffeinated, but same difference," I hand him the cup and he takes a sip along with another big bite of the scone. I could tell how hungry he was by the way he ate and drank, but what became more apparent was the fear that overtook him. A fear that was not there last night, has returned now as my strength to keep him under control gives out. "The magic wore off," I whisper to myself, he looks up at me confused. Looking into the coffee cup, Eddie's expression changes, "This is," he hesitates, "actually really good!" We smile at each other for a bit before his smile drops and he becomes still.

He stands up, quite suddenly, making me jump and grabs me close to him. "What the hell are you doing?!" I ask as he hugs me from behind leading me to the wall next to the door. He puts his hand over my mouth, I start trying to wiggly free, but his arms become too tight and I give up. "Shut up Lori, shut up!" He whispers, "Someone is here, I can feel it!" I stop trying to get free and, while still keeping me close to his body, he takes his hand off my face. "What are you talking about? Eddie, I know everything is scary right now and I'm sorry I'm not able to help anymore, but we are safe. Nobody is here!" We listen for just a minute more, his arms around me, his heavy breathing in my ear. We were so close to each other, my head leaned back onto his shoulder. His thoughts fill with fear for not just his life, but mine as well. He lets out a sigh in relief, sure that everything is safe and lets me go, "Sorry! Jesus, I'm going crazy," he grabs his face, covering his eyes, I shush him. I listen closer, thinking more about last night's events and what might've happened this morning, the cops that were probably swarming Eddie's place. I hear the shutting of a car door, "Eddie! Tarp...now!" I point over towards the boat in the middle and the tarp covering it. He grabs the broken beer bottle used to threaten me this morning and looks towards me, "Where will you go, Lori?" I look around for a place to hide, the bare room shows no sign of a place to sneak into. He gestures for me to hide under the tarp with him, "There's a lot of space here, come on!" I hesitate, not wanting to be that close to him any longer than I should, but run over as I hear distant voices and footsteps. I climbed into the boat and lay in between his legs making myself as small as I could. He held onto me and the beer bottle, pulling the tarp over us and getting really quiet. I felt the rise and fall of his chest, the heavy breathing, and the heat rising under the tarp. The door opened and I jumped, Eddie pulling me in tighter to comfort me and burying his face into my hair. "Hello? Is anyone home?" A familiar voice speaks, walking into the room and flashing a light around. A group of four enter, all shining lights, Eddie's fingers and rings dig into my side a little more as the intensity rises. I try to make him less scared, but his feelings are too strong for me to control, my nose bleeds again. "What a dump," another familiar voice adds. I could tell Robin and Steve had just entered the room based on their voices, but started to wonder if they had also brought the cops, or were here to help. Suddenly, there is a bang on the opposite side of the boat as someone hits it to figure out where we would be hiding. Eddie and I both jump and try not to scream. "What are you doing?" Yet another voice speaks, I knew it to be Dustin's. "They might be in here," Steve's voice calls out. I roll my eyes, of course Steve would be the one to use some sort of violence. Their bickering voices and his hits grow nearer to us and I start turning my face more into Eddie's chest, holding onto him as well. "Someone was here," The final voice, sounding like Max, says. "Shit," I thought, "We are screwed!" Steve continues speaking and hitting the tarp with an oar, before he finally hits my leg, causing Eddie to jump out and pin Steve up to a wall, a beer bottle held up to his neck.

A/N: hey y'all! Another shorter chapter!!! Thanks for all the love guys can't believe we are at 120 reads!!! Love y'all so much! Let me know if there is anything u want to add or change or just general comments!