𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑰𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 | 𝑬.𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

CHAPTER 2 (ALONE)

You didn't want to admit it. No, you couldn't. Your lips were trembling and the air didn't do you much justice either. It was cold and your skin was drier than the sand in Sahara. Eddie was in some state of paranoia and you just tried to keep calm. You weren't scared, really. Of anything. Jail was a better place than home and so was-

"Can you believe it, Y/n? Her eyes were literally sucked into her skull! Her limbs contorted in ways that aren't humanly possible! I never thought I'd lose my god damn mind more than in this moment." It was dark out, so the police likely weren't doing much work. It wasn't like they could do anything anyway. Eddie didn't murder Chrissy. You could vouch for him... sort of...

"It's getting late... I'm really tired, Eddie. Isn't there someplace for me to sleep? I'd rather not wake up with dark circles under my eyes. Those are really hard to get rid of." You could nearly hear the insanity in his chuckle.

"Dark circles under your eyes? Is that your concern?! What about the cops finding us!" You frowned at him. It was true, you really were tired and his paranoia wasn't of much help. You almost dozed off here and there.

"Fine, there's a boat. We'll need to share though. I hope that doesn't uh... bother you?" He pointed at the boat. It looked old and was a bit out of shape. Despite that, it still had space enough for two people squeezed together. The idea was kind of repulsive to you. Eddie the freak, squeezed tightly to you. Geez, no thanks. Then again, you were really tired.

"Okay, but isn't there some way for us to not be next to each other? I'd rather not get smushed to death," you asked. He thought about it for a little, which earned him a slight blush.

"Uh one of us can sleep on top of the other? Or we could sleep opposite each other?" You'd rather not sleep with his dirty shoes in your face, so you decided to take him up on his first offer. It would be really awkward, but it was better than any other option.

"I'm on top. I don't think I could handle your weight." Although it sounded like an insult, he didn't take it as one and simply got into the boat. He even placed your jacket on top of himself, so you wouldn't actually sleep right against him. You carefully stepped in. Half of your body was on top of him and the other half was to his side. The position was awkward but comfortable. Though he looked like he'd smell like he hadn't showered for days- he smelled surprisingly good. You took it in. The cool mint mixed with a woodsy smell. His arm latched around your waist, so that the hard wood wouldn't give your back any splinters. It felt nice. You felt safe somehow. In the arms of none other than Eddie Munson. Most would assume he was mean and scary, but no. He was nice and you felt like you could be yourself around him.

"You know... my dad was a drinker. A heavy drinker," Eddie whispered suddenly.

"He didn't beat me or anything, he'd just leave the house and go for a drive." You let him continue. It was nice to have someone open up to you, even if you didn't know them too well. It felt... nice... to be trusted.

"I spent so many nights wondering why he wouldn't spend time with his son. Why he wouldn't stop drinking." You could relate but on another level... but were you brave enough to tell him about your experience? Maybe... maybe not.

"Fathers, Y/n... they suck," he chuckled. All you did was nod your head. Your eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. Before you knew it, you'd fallen asleep to the sound of Eddie's beating heart.

Eddie's POV

I held Y/n close to me, so that she wouldn't get splinters from the rough go of the boat. Her hair smelled like roses and cinnamon. She was sleeping as if she hadn't for years. Her breathing matched mine and her heartbeat did too.