✓ | FLOW ( eddie munson )

four. holland road

veda henderson

      It didn't take long before Eddie was pulling his car into the trailer park on Holland road, quickly finding his own home on wheels as I'm sure he's done many times before. He pulls the car up in front of a typical-looking trailer, a makeshift wooden three-step staircase leading to the door. 

   Despite the darkness, I could see there were multiple trailers all around his own, occupying the vacant land. But, as I get out of the car, I realised there were no loud sounds or really any sounds at all besides the calls of animals or the howling of the wind. 

   "Welcome to my humble abode," He announces, stepping in front of his house, bowing to me with one hand across his stomach. I laugh lightly at his actions, watching as he whipped himself up to stand straight, making his long fluffy hair bounce around. He almost jogged up the short steps to his house to open the door and wait for me to walk inside. 

   Now, this may look sketchy, I know it does. Walking first into the trailer home of someone I only met a few hours ago isn't exactly the smartest thing I've ever done, but its' not exactly the dumbest. Considering Eddie is somewhat friends with Dustin, he isn't exactly a random stranger.

   He holds his arm out in welcome, watching as I walk through the threshold of his trailer. He follows me soon after, shutting the door behind him and walking in past me to a little nook-style thing next to his kitchen. 

   "What's your poison, little lady?" Eddie looks up at me with a hint of a smile on his lips, pausing his attack through the things covering the nook as he attempted to find something. What it was, I have no clue.

   "Got anything cheap?" I ask, holding my elbow in one hand as I lightly swayed, turning my head in each direction to get a look around Eddie's home.

   Does he live here alone?

   "Ah, on a budget," He responds, standing up straight and pressing one hand to his hip. He turns to me, holding one finger up in a gesture that told me to wait. "I got just the thing for you," 

   I nod, letting him know I understood before he turned around and walked down the short hallway, entering a room at the end of the hall that could possibly be his bedroom. Feeling bored, I turn to the side and make my way to a couch that was pressed against one of the walls, facing the door of the trailer as I tapped my nervous fingers on my covered knees. 

   I'm not sure why I was nervous, I've done this many times before. Maybe, it's because Eddie knows my brother and is friends with him, there's no guarantee that Eddie won't tell Dustin about this and about why I was here. If he did, I'd run him over many many times until he was as thin as paper. 

   Dustin doesn't know about my drug use, Dustin doesn't need to know. He wouldn't understand, he'd probably just get angry at me and worry. 

   "Sorry about the wait, sweetheart," Eddie's voice snaps me out of my daze, causing me to look up as he softly walks into the room, holding out a small bag of half-crushed white pills or maybe it was pills mixed with a white powder. Either way, I couldn't tell under the soft yellow lights of his trailer. 

   I eagerly take it from him, holding the small bag closer to my face to inspect it. It's like I could almost feel my body coming back down to a calm alternative the longer I looked at it and moved the powder around in the bag with the pads of my thumbs.