Chapter 2: R.i.p chrissy

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*time skip to after Chrissy's death*

It's the next morning when my mom calls me to the living room. That's when I saw it. "Hawkins high school student was found dead this morning."

I tried to call Chrissy to ask her if she seen the news yet but she didn't answer. The next sentence that was said on the news broke my heart.

"The Hawkins student seems to be Chrissy Cunningham."

I just started crying so hard when Dustin came out of his room and heard me and looked to the tv to see why I was crying and ran over to me and start comforting me? He never does that. Well my best friend did just get murdered. I then fell into his embrace and hugged him back. After awhile I calmed down and Dustin went back to his room. There was a knock on the door. I opened it to see a red hair girl standing there.

"Hi?" I say. "Hey um is Dustin here?" She asks.

"Um yeah but who are you?" I ask while letting her in.

"Oh I'm max a friend of Dustin's. You?" She says.

"Im y/n Dustin's sister" I say.

"Oh weird he doesn't talk about you" she says.

"I know he doesn't like to." I say walking to Dustin's room.

"Dustin your friends here." I say as I open his door and then leave.

After a little bit I walked back into Dustin's room. "Eddie didn't do this. No way." I hear Dustin say as I walk in.

"He didn't do what?" I ask.

"Um does she know about?" Max asks dusting referring to something that I'm not supposed to know about.

"Yeah she knows" he says.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" I ask.

"Max thinks Eddie killed Chrissy." Dustin sighs.

"Who's Eddie?" I ask.

"He's my friend from hellfire that's not the point though the point is Eddie didn't do this you don't know him like I do" Dustin says.
"Why haven't you told the cops this?" Dustin asks.

"I... I don't know" she says
"You don't know?" I ask.

"After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go into his trailer... Something else happened"  she says

"Nothing that weird or anything I mean Eddie always drive like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of shot, but... this morning, I started to think back, and I don't know the look on his face. He was scared. Really fucking scared. Maybe he was scared because he just killed someone or be- or because something else killed her." Max states.

"Only one person knows what actually happened." I say. "Eddie" max says.

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