THE FREAKS ~ Eddie Munson

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Drug Deal

Chrissy POV

I quickly walked through the gloomy trailer park, trying to find the infamous Munson trailer. It was pitch black outside, the only light being the small floodlights from each individual trailer.

I jumped slightly as I heard a noise, scared out of my mind because the situations like these were where I would see him. Where I would see the monster.

I couldn't even truly describe him, I've never let myself see him all the way. I've seen his shadow figure and his big ugly feet, but I was scared that I would soon see him as a whole...and I was terrified of what would happen if I did..

Shit. I was scaring myself.

I walked faster, looking behind me repeatedly as my walk turned into a run. My breathing quickened, the adrenaline pumping inside of me.

I squealed as I bumped into something hard. My head snapped up thinking that I was about to look at my fate dead in the eye...but instead it was Eddie. I immediately calmed down, thankful that I wasn't alone anymore.

"Chrissy? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Eddie asked, a worried expression on his face. His eyes were red and puffy, you could tell he had been crying for awhile.

Play it cool, Chrissy. Play it cool.

"The real question is are you okay? I heard what happened between you and V." I admitted, Eddie's face going pale and his body going tense.

My heart was still racing, the thought of that monster still running through my mind.

"Can we go inside and talk?" I asked, looking down at my feet. Anxiety ached in my body, I needed to get inside.

"Yeah, sure." He said, walking towards his trailer and walking inside. I walked in after him, the comfort of his trailer making all of my worries about the monster go away.

God, I sounded crazy.

"You can...uhh...sit down, make yourself comfortable." He suggested, confusion in his voice. I know this was probably weird for him...it probably wasn't the best time either, but I needed something. Anything to calm me down.

I sat down in his red, dingy recliner chair, him standing with his arms crossed as he awkwardly swayed on his feet. I bit the inside of my lip, looking at him with embarrassment.

This was so weird...it was stupid to even come here.

"So...what's up?" Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence.

Grow a pair, Chrissy. Just rip off the bandaid.

"I need something...something strong." I blurted, rubbing my hand nervously against the recliner armrest. I refused to make eye contact with him, I was too embarrassed. I knew this wasn't like me, but I couldn't take this anymore.

Eddie seemed taken aback by the question, obviously not expecting me to be here for drugs.

"Uh...yeah. Sure. Is that all?" He asked. His voice sounded hopeful, and I knew he wanted to see if Veronica had said anything about him.

Veronica may hate me for this...but she'll thank me later. Rip off the band aid.

"Actually, yeah...I wanted to talk to you about Veronica." I began, looking at him to see if he'd say anything.

His eyes beamed. "What happened? What'd she say?" He asked like a little kid, jumping onto the couch next to the recliner and waiting for my answer.

"She's not...doing well. She realizes her mistakes and she wants to fix things," I began, looking at my hands and picking my fingernails. "She just wont stop crying...no matter what you think, she really does care about you. She is just adjusting to this whole new crowd kind of thing. She never had any friends before this...so I just think she is trying to experiment with the popular crowd, you know? She's never had all of this before." I told him, trying to make excuses for her. I mean, I wasn't totally lying. I was just guessing based off of what she'd told me.