Trials of the Damned

3: The Empress: In which he Indulges

I'm not quite done with our trip down memory lane. Sometimes we must delve into our deepest self-reflection to love what we truly have become. Now come along and prepare for what is to come...
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{THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SCENES: THE READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED}

Munson's POV

I was honestly worried about it, you know the serious infatuation I was developing for her. I mean what person in their right mind shows up to a rock event looking like they came from a family picnic, there isn't a dress code but she was definitely sticking out like a sore thumb. As we started hanging out I found out she had a big hard-on for guitars despite not being able to play, she loved a good mystery, played fantasy games, and consumed more spicy food than one would call healthy.  She didn't talk much but her expression said volumes, even the lightest touch or the smallest smile could have her deep mahogany eyes glued to you. She was feisty too, demanding attention in a way that almost made you feel it was your idea and her lips... God her li-

"Earth to Eddie!" I heard her voice through the landline I had pressed between my ear and shoulder, while I smoked a J on my bed. "Huh- sorry I was just thinking about your lips. Shit, I mean...hips! Fuck, you know what, Harper what are you doing today..." I heard her faint giggling knowing she'd have that smirk on those glossy lips of hers. "Nothing I'm off today, Lucas and Erica, sped off somewhere. So I'm free." I stamped out the joint before stretching the chord to the bathroom to wash my hands as I thought of a plan. "Hmm, I'm getting some ink done if you'd like to join, of course, I'll feed you." I could hear her shuffling about before returning to the phone," I'm down, do you mind driving? I'm a damsel in distress...come save me oh mighty bard." She replied in a mocking sing-song tone.  Biting my lip as I pulled a shirt over my wild hair."Oh Princess I shall vanquish your boredom."

Shit. That was all I thought as inner panic set in about the damn shit show my van was. I practically did a whole roll while getting to the hunk of junk with a trash bag, frantically shoving and resemblance of trash and drugs into the bag, leaving the final touch of dumbly lightly a candle before going to dispose of the bag. Wayne watched me from the porch of the trailer, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered on his face, "Boy I haven't seen you this excited since you got your first guitar. Who's the girl that's got you actually cleaning for once?" I closed the back door to the van feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to my ears. "Oh just some girl from school, why..?" I questioned while I pulled on the collar of my t-shirt in hopes to get air inside. "Heh, right, well I work the night shift tonight....so you should try I don't know cooking-" I chuckled before getting in the van and casting my uncle a wayward salute as I drove off.

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Lowering the music drastically as I pulled up in front of her house, it was nice and tidy, just like her- wait what? I shook my head walking up to the door, rehearsing my greeting should any of her parents answer the door, hesitating momentarily I rang the doorbell. A few moments passed before a man answered the door, his gaze said it all, "You must be Eddie, come on in, it must be hot wearing all that black..." He gave me a knuckle-crunching handshake before pulling me in. Narrowly avoiding the foyer light I followed him awkwardly to the living room, where we sat. "Oh my-! Hi Eddie, I made some lemonade for you two. Stop staring daggers at the boy!" A woman who I assumed to be Mrs Sinclair spoke as she entered the room perching on the armrest of her husband's chair. I cleared my throat," Thank you for allowing me inside Mr & Mrs Sinclair- um honestly wasn't expecting it..." I finished before sipping the lemonade, nervously drumming my fingers on my thigh. "Do you and Harper smoke weed together?" I choked on my lemonade at her father's blunt question wiping my mouth with my shirt. "GOD NO- I don't even like to smoke mallbaro near your daughter, she um doesn't like the smell on her hair so I usually just step away. You know out of respect. I um don't even keep it with me when we g-" I heard the rapid pounding of feet before the hot topic of the hour appeared, Harper Sinclair.