Satanic Panic

Chapter 5

Seth's POV

Neither of us could sleep last night so we just sat in silence, jumping at every little noise. It wasn't until morning that our exhausted bodies forced us into unconsciousness.

I awoke sometime in the afternoon, curled up next to Eddie in one corner of the boat shed, my head resting on his shoulder. Any other day and I would've been overcome by excitement and anxiety due to our close positioning, but I was still terrified. Terrified that whatever got Chrissy would get us too.

I knew I needed to get up, to watch outside the windows for anyone coming up to the shed, but every time I tried to get up, my legs trembled. My head was in shooting pain, too, but whether it was from the stress of last night or just another migraine, I had no idea. I eventually manage to stand and peer out the window, sighing in relief when I didn't see anyone.

I hear shuffling behind me and turn to see Eddie stirring. "Eddie," I sighed out.

"Seth." He drags himself up onto his feet and hugs me tightly. "Did last night really happen? Is Chrissy..?"

"Yeah," I answer, rubbing his back comfortingly. "Yeah, all of that shit happened."

He sobs into my shoulder. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know."

We stood there for a while, just feeling safe in each other's arms. We finally broke apart when our stomachs growled.

"I'll be back," Eddie spoke quietly, heading for the door. "I'm gonna grab some food."

"Be careful."

"I will."

He returns a few minutes later with bags of assorted snack foods and a six-pack of beer.

He sets it down on one of the tables, grabbing himself some potato chips and a beer. "It's all I could really find in Rick's house."

"No complaints here." I skip the food altogether and grab a beer, popping it open and chugging it almost immediately. I set down the empty bottle and grab another one.

"Hey, slow down." Eddie gingerly takes the beer out of my hand. "Now is not a good time to get drunk."

"You're right, I'm sorry." I cover my face with my hands and try my best to not cry. "I'm just so fucking scared, Eddie. I don't want to feel like this anymore."

He sets his food and the beers back down on the table and pulls me in for another hug. "It's okay." I bury my face in his chest, gripping his jacket so hard my knuckles turn white. "It's okay."

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That night, Eddie and I agreed to sleep in shifts. I was just beginning to doze off when Eddie frantically shakes me awake. "Someone's here!" He whisper-shouts. He rushes and grabs an empty bottle breaking it on the edge of the table. He pulls me into the boat and throws the tarp over us. "Don't move, stay quiet."

We wait in silence as we hear whoever is here shouting outside. We stay quiet as they open the door to the shed, talking amongst themselves as they move around. We don't move when the tarp we're under is jabbed at with one of the oars.