Be My Escape

Chapter Eleven

Eddie frowned, hearing the concern in his boyfriend's voice. "Okay, but what's wrong? Can I help you with anything?" He stood, laying the guitar down on the bed, then placing his hands on Billy's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Billy shook his head. "Did you hear the words to the song? If this is the song that saved Max, and she played it at my grave the first time he possessed her, she wanted me to live! She wanted to take my place and die in my stead. I can't have her thinking that. I'm afraid she's going to try something, especially after I left her that note. I don't know what she's feeling right now, but I need your uncle to try to get ahold of her so I can talk to her." He was shaking now, a little angry at himself that he left that note, angry he didn't wake her to tell her it in person. He just needed to make sure she was alright.

Eddie ran to the phone, dialing one of the only numbers he knew by heart. It took a few tries to connect, but eventually, he heard the voice. "Hello?"

"Uncle Wayne!"

There was a pause. "Eddie? Son, how are you? How's my son-in-law? Where are you?"

Eddie smiled, hearing the relief in his uncle's voice. "I'm doing great. Your son-in-law is doing great," he looked over at Billy, noticing the smile tugging at the man's lips at the comment. "I'll tell you everything in a second, but first, I need a favor."

Wayne grunted quietly, hearing the knock on the door of his trailer. "Do you need money?"

"No, Billy needs to get in touch with his sister. Max lives next door, the Mayfield trailer with the dog? I need you to give her the phone number." Eddie noticed the frown on Billy's face, turning the phone away from his mouth to say, "I didn't know Red was your sister until after we left the hospital, sweetheart. If I knew before, I would have shown you where she lives."

Billy just nodded, remembering he declined Eddie's help when he saw the house was sold. He should have accepted the help, but she wouldn't have been there anyway. It would have been too dangerous if he showed up and his stepmother opened the door.

"You don't need money?" Wayne asked, groaning quietly at the knocking at the door. "Hold on a second, someone's at the door. I need to tell them to go away." He put the phone down and went to the door, grabbing his shotgun just in case. "Hello?" He opened the door to see two teenagers, one with a flat top, and one with no teeth.

"Mr. Munson? We're friends of Eddie's. We wanted to know if he came home at all," the toothless one explained.

Wayne paused, frowning. "Who's asking?"

"My name is Dustin Henderson, and this is Lucas Sinclair," Dustin said, "We were in the Hellfire Club with your nephew."

That name sparked a fire in Wayne's soul, an anger. "Listen, boy. I know you. I know what you did. I don't know what you," he pointed to Lucas, "did, but I know my boy is very angry with you."

Dustin's eyes lit up. "He came back here? Did he tell you...what happened?"

Wayne shook his head. "Come inside. I'm on the phone. Give me a second." He let the two boys in, shutting the door, before going back to the phone. "You may not need me to do it at all, your club is here."

Eddie's eyes widened. "My club is there? Which ones?"

"Dustin and Lucas."

Eddie gasped. "Sinclair! Yes! Put Lucas on the phone!"

Billy stood, running to the phone to hear what was happening on the other line. His hand moved to wrap around Eddie's waist, getting closer to the receiver.

"He wants to talk to you," Wayne grunted, handing the phone over to a confused Lucas.

Lucas held the phone to his ear. "Hello?"