Would you love a creature? - Eddie Munson x Y/N

Chapter 6

Eddie

That afternoon she discovered my VHS tapes. It took some explaining but I managed to convey what movies were and how they were fake but she seemed confused, so I told her we could watch one and I'll explain what I mean. Much like the cassettes she seems drawn to certain images on the boxes. Particularly Friday the 13th.
"I don't know, it might be a little much" I tell her as she looks at me with pleading eyes. "For a first movie it seems like a bad idea"
Plus I didn't know what kind of trauma she had, what if she'd been attacked at camp? What if she'd been terrorised by someone in a mask? It all seemed a little risky and I wasn't happy to take that risk.
"Eddie please? I promise if I don't like it we can turn it off" she begs, holding the tape up to me from her position on the floor in front of the cabinet holding her brand new interest.
She smiles at me and my resolve melts. "Fine! But promise me if it scares you you'll tell me?" I demand as I take the box from her and put the video in the player.
"I promise" she grins, sliding up onto the couch.
I join her and take a deep breath as I press play, hoping to any god who will listen that I don't end up regretting this.

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To my surprise she was fine, we watched a whole heap of horror movies that day. Slumber Party Massacre, Catpeople, Halloween, Psycho. She couldn't get enough. I found myself becoming less concerned about her and more intrigued by her. This random girl with the most beautiful eyes and breathtaking smile who wandered up to me a few days ago who loved metal and horror movies, but I knew nothing else of her, I questioned how much she even knew of herself.
Now it was late, we'd spent the entire day doing nothing and she was snuggled up next to me on the sofa, her eyes glued to Poltergiest and I was fighting the urge to kiss her, touch her, anything. I just wanted to be closer to her but I knew, deep down, how wrong that was. I felt awful having these thoughts and feelings about her but she had this hold over me that I couldn't explain and part of me didn't want to.

A loud knock at the door makes us both jump but within seconds she's on her feet, her body shaking.
"Hey, hey it's ok" I whisper, trying to soothe her. "Relax, I'll see who it is"
I walk past her to the door and open it enough to see out.
"Hey Eddie, you holding? I'm dry" It's goddamn Billy Hargrove.
"Oh no man I'm out, sorry. Maybe try Ricks? I think he's out of prison. He should have some"
Billy eyes me suspiciously, I know he knows I'm lying but I can't let him in and I'm not leaving her alone, she's too on edge.
I slowly shut the door and turn back to the living room and my body freezes, my mouth goes dry and my blood turns to ice.

She's stood in the middle of the room with her hands against her ears, a pained expression on her face and her body shaking as blood trickles out of her nose. But most importantly.

Everything in the room is currently floating in mid-air.

I stare around me. The couch, the tv, the desk, the lamp, everything. Everything that isn't attached is halfway off the floor.
"Hey... are... are you doing this?" I stutter, trying to move towards her but too scared to startle her.
She crouches on the floor and starts to whimper quietly before she lets out the most blood curdling scream I've ever heard. As the sound fills the room everything that was floating drops to the floor and she collapses down along with them. I run over to her but she pushes me away. "This is why! This is why I didn't want you to know! I'm a freak Eddie" she sobs.

I ignore her trying to push me away and pull her into my arms, holding her tight as she cries against my shoulder, repeating over and over again that she's a freak.
I lean down to her ear, I want her to hear my words loud and clear.
"You are not a freak, do you hear me? And anyone that ever calls you that will have me to deal with, and that includes you too".
Her crying slows and after a while she pulls away from the hug and I see the blood again. I pull her off the floor and sit her on the couch as I grab her some tissue.
"What was that?" I ask her, still not quite believing what it is I'd just seen.
She shakes her head. "That's me Eddie. That's what I do. If I get scared or too emotional bad things happen around me" she whispers.
"But you made everything fly?" I say, subconsciously hoping that if I said it aloud it would be too ridiculous to have been real and I've just misremembered.
She nods "I did. I make things fly, I can throw things, I can make things open. Like I said, I'm a freak" Something about her tone told me I wasn't getting anymore than that from her right now. I didn't want to push anymore. It was late and she looked exhausted, frankly so was I, a shock like watching all your furniture float in midair will do that to a person.

I try to get her to stand up and let me take her to bed but her body is too exhausted so I pick her up and carry her, her head resting against my shoulder as she looks up at me, her big eyes so trusting but so anxious.

Please don't look at me like that.

I lie her down on the bed, pulling the blanket over her and I turn to leave but her hand wraps around my wrist tightly. I freeze and turn back to her, her eyes are fixed on me and she looks so shaken.
"Please stay here tonight?" She asks quietly.
My body breaks in two. I want to, I want to sleep next to her and wake up with her so badly but I don't trust myself to sleep in the same bed as her. I was in too deep in my head for it to not mean more to me than she might realise.
She sees my reservation and her hand grows tighter on my wrist.
"Please? I don't want to be alone" she says, a crack in her voice that threatens more tears.
"Ok, ok I'll stay" I say, climbing into bed next to her. She snuggles into my chest as soon as I lie down, my arm wrapped around her protectively, even though I'm not ok with this I still want her to know she's safe.

Within minutes she asleep, her chest moving slowly against me as her breath deepens and slows, a relief floods through me as I know she's resting and also she feels safe enough to do so.
I gaze down at her, she looked so peaceful and calm, I wanted that for her so desperately when she wasn't awake but for now, as she's asleep will suffice.
I take in her eyelashes as they move with her eyes as she dreams, her lips parted ever so slightly, full and inviting. Her hand rests on my chest, directly over my racing heart, I trace small circles on the back of it, her skin felt so smooth against my fingertip.
I stroke my hand up her arm softly, losing myself in how she feels against me.
Suddenly I catch myself and cease, I didn't need to get lost in my own thoughts right now.

I lie back and close my eyes and before long we're both asleep, a pair of 'freaks' drawn together by circumstance and, dare I say, fate.