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Seven. Knives Out
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Reefer Rick. 2121 Holland Road. Eddie Munson. Headaches. Ringing. Drugs. Nose bleeds before bed. Cheerleaders. Chrissy Cunningham. Death. Flickering lights. Phone numbers. Lovers Lake. Near car sex. Red cherry neck bruises. Bites at necks. Steve Harrington. Loving boy. Rude mommy.
A bunch of things that were important and yet, they didn't feel important at all.
Vera was feeling nothing.
She couldn't even feel the burn of her bleeding cuticles from the constant picks. She couldn't feel the crescent moon's in her palms from stabbing pink nails.
Vera wondered if Ella and Mia knew Chrissy was dead. Would they be looking for Vera? Would they believe Eddie Munson was a killer? Vera certainly didn't.
Eddie Munson was a boy who listen to music too loud and hated bleach blondes with ego's as big as they thought the thing in their pants were, not a murder.
The flashlight in Vera's hand felt as heavy as her heart did. Yet, she still didn't feel that. She just guessed her heart was heavy.
Her blue eyes looked around at the talk swaying trees and the sounds of crickets. To think she'd been in this area only twenty - four hours ago, and everything had been fine. Now, everything was not fine. Very not fine.
Steve Harrington sighed roughly, shoulders slouching. "He's not here, man!" Dustin shook his head quickly, the pad of his thumb still spamming the door bell, that surprisingly worked. They were at Reefer Rick's house, Eddie's supplier.
"Do you think he's actually out here?" Max's voice was soft for Vera only as the two stood away from Dustin, Steve, and Robin at the front door. Vera took in a shaky breath, still on high alert. "I-I have no clue. Maybe he had been here? Maybe he's already the next two towns over.. He could be anywhere."
