THE FREAKS ~ Eddie Munson

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Steve's House

Veronica POV

Eddie and I sat in silence on my floor for what felt like hours, but in reality, we only sat there for about thirty minutes. I couldn't move, I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't even feel my heart beating anymore.

During those numb thirty minutes, I'd thought to myself... If Chrissy would have stayed here with me, would she have still died?

I'm also finding it extremely hard to believe Eddie's story. I mean, I know he isn't the type to kill someone and there's no way he would have killed Chrissy...but his story just doesn't add up. Floating, eyes getting pulled...bones snapping...

Fuck. I can't think about it anymore.

"Roni...we have to go. We have to go somewhere. They're gonna think its my fault..." Eddie finally spoke, breaking the screaming silence.

I looked up at him expressionless.

"Roni..."

"Where are you gonna go? Why are you running if you didn't do it?" I asked, Eddie's face dropping.

He stared at me for a moment, millions of different emotions washing over his eyes.

"You don't believe me." He spoke, his body tense.

"I didn't say that, Eddie-"

"But you're thinking it." He began, standing up and looking out of my window. "I know how it sounds, Roni...but I swear to god I'm telling you the truth."

Another tear slipped down his cheek, his body shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut. He pressed his fist against the cill, looking over at me with pleading eyes. I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. Even if I did have something to say, no words would come out. Everything felt fake, like I was in a movie.

"Fuck, Roni. Say something...anything!" He grunted with frustration, walking over towards me.

I thought for a moment. Where would we go? What would we do? Should I even go with him? I have no idea what i'm getting into! All I know is that Chrissy's dead...and Eddie was dragged into the middle of it. I mean, there's no places that I could think to go...cops would definitely search at Eddie's friends' houses and his trailer...

That's when it hit me.

"Steve." I finally spoke, trying to remember how to form words into a fucking sentence. I still wasn't thinking right...but this I was sure of.

Eddie's eyes widened and his face twisted, him obviously hurt that he'd been begging me to talk, only to find that all I'd managed to say was the one thing he'd hated the most. The gut wrenching name that he'd hated hearing, no matter the context.

Before he could speak in a fit of anger, I quickly got out what I had to say.

"I know a place where nobody will think to look...and that parents aren't ever around..." I explained, Eddie's expression softening.

"And what does Steve have to do with that?" He asked, his jaw clenching slightly. He tilted his head a bit, cocking his right eyebrow up at me. After a couple seconds of silence, realization hit his face.

"No...no. Absolutely not." He declared, lifting his finger at me.

"Eddie, do you want somewhere to go or not?!" I spoke over him as he looked around the room in frustration.

He then took a deep breath, giving me a defeated look. He hesitated before speaking, his jaw tightening slightly.

"Go on then, call the guy." He blurted, looking away from me and pinching the bridge of his nose. I sighed, standing up and hesitantly grabbing the phone from off of my nightstand.