Air Guitar | Eddie Munson x reader

Chapter 2

Suddenly, you were back in the filthy mobile home when Eddie lifted you by the shoulders. 

"We have to go."

"We can't let her. She isn't alright, Chrissy needs us."

He pushed you outside anyway. Opening the door for you, you sat obediently in the passenger seat of Eddie's van. You were crying, the vision of Chrissy's body coming more and more invasive. He started the engine and drove the car to the exit of the wicked neighborhood. He was panicking, you could tell, but try to think as clearly as possible to get out of hell. His legs were shaking against the paddle of the car and his teeth were hitting the nail polish out of his fingers. You didn't find yet an explanation for the death, the sacrifice of your friends, but you know in your heart that wasn't fully human. 

You let Eddie drive you wherever he wanted to go, didn't care anymore. Chrissy, the talented, friendly, and caring Chrissy, was dead and you couldn't stop yourself to think it was your fault. March nights were bitter and your wet hair didn't help you stay comfortable. With one hand on the steering wheel, Eddie took off his two jackets and gave you the bigger one. This was much better, plus it smelled like him. 

" I will take you home. Nobody knows you were with us. “

You look at him, confused. This was a tough dilemma: leave or stay with him. Regardless of the police, the thing that killed Chrissy was in nature. 

" I want to stay with you." 

He nodded and turned right at the intersection.

" Okay, I'm not the muscular one of us, but I have a place to hide. It's, uh, my seller's house…"

" Your dealer? "

" Yes… But no one knows where he lives… I hope so. "

He muttered the last part of the sentence. 

"Sound great." 

You replied sarcastically. A few minutes later, a house appears in the trees. Eddie parked his van behind, hiding between garbage. He exited the car, and you followed him. You first tried the house, but there was nobody. Eddie yelled to call whoever was in, but no response. He grabbed a rock on the ground and pointed at one window. 

"Hey, don't do that. We are already on the run."

He lowered his arm like, ‘ uh I didn't think about that, and scratched his head. Letting fall off the rock, he took your hand and guided you to the old rusty barn. He pushed the door… meaning he tried because the door was locked, of course. 

"It's locked."

"I can see that." 

While Eddie struggled to force the door, you searched for another entry or a key, maybe. You checked the pots, one by one. Too simple for a legend, you get it. You rolled your eyes and continued to scan. Finally, you found a rotten plank and a corroded fork. This will be enough, you said to yourself, and destroyed the plank. You entered the barn and directly went open to Eddie while was crushing his shoulder against the door. He fell on the hay dramatically. You hold back a laugh, putting your hand on your mouth. 

" You not gonna help me? "

“Sorry.”

You ran at him and help him get up. His denim jacket was now covered by hay and dust. You helped clean his look with a smile on your face. His hair was a mess. He always had a fake mess look with his curls, but right now, he would need a brush. As you rested your hand on his arm, Eddie looked directly into your eyes. He couldn’t smile at your amusement.