You Give Love a Bad Name (EddiexReader)

Disagreements, Running Away and Mordor

    It was already afternoon when Steve dropped us off home. When we crossed the doorframe, we saw Mrs. Henderson sitting in the living room, waiting for me and Dustin. She looked annoyed and somewhat disappointed. Dustin and I looked at each other puzzled. What had happened?

"I hope you kids had fun today." She grunted.

"We did, mom." Dustin replied giving her one of his warm smiles. I smirked too, hoping her seriousness would dissipate a little.

"I'm glad. Cause guess what? Your friend Edward Munson called." She said as she grabbed the phone and hung it again. "I know I can't tell you both who to hang out with. But I really don't like the sound of that kid. And I can't believe he's still trying to reach our home when I had already talked to you two."

"Eddie is not a bad person, Mrs. Henderson." I replied calmly.

"Well, I've heard otherwise, Y/N. And as I've already told you, I'm trying to protect you. Whether he is part of a satanic cult or not, he does not have a good reputation. I don't want you hanging out with him anymore. For your own good."

"No," Dustin contradicted her, "Eddie is cool and helping."

"He's kind and respectful," I complemented.

"I don't care," Mrs. Henderson snapped. "You will not hang out with him anymore. End of discussion."

My blood boiled with anger, but I was still able to contain it. Not for much longer though. I limited myself to nod silently and kindly escort myself to my room. I took off my jacket and dropped my fuming body on my pillow. One of my arms was covering my eyes, but I knew the sun was setting. I took of my shoes pushing them with my feet, made my way to the window and opened the drapes. A folded piece of paper was being held down by a rock on the outer windowsill. Swiftly, I opened the window and grabbed the paper. My eyes darted from the window to the paper as I extended it. It contained a message that read:

'Meet me at our spot. 7:00

- EM'

"You're insane, Munson." I muttered to myself. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. '7:16'. Shit.

I put back on my shoes and jacket and, without thinking, locked the door and jumped out the window. My legs and lungs worked to the point of almost bursting. Our spot was... not close to my house. And just before giving up, the woods stood strong before me. The sun had gone down. Darkness filled the gaps between the trees, allowing me to see nothing. I took a few deep breaths before entering Mordor.

I walked slowly in order not to trip with the roots that deformed the soil. Because of my abrupt decision to show up here, I hadn't brought a flashlight or anything of sorts. So, I attempted to walk in the dark, with only the moonlight to brighten my path. I had already walked this road a million times, but finding the picnic table was a true challenge. In the end, I recognized my way to our meeting place and sped up.

I glanced around trying to spot a particular shadow, but couldn't see my best friend anywhere. Dammit. I missed him. It was probably 7:40 already.

"You're late, Princess."