Y/n x Eddie
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Will include smut but not a lot and I will write which ones have it ;)
What else do I say? Just read it. U might like it.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STRANGER THINGS FRANCHISE
I grabbed the two grocery bags from my car and shut the door locking it. I get in Eddie's trailer walking to the kitchen counter and setting the bags down. I looked at the living room couch to see eddie once again passed out with 3 empty beer bottles on the table. Not again. I walked over to him picking up the bottles and threw them away.
Y/n: "eddie." I shook him lightly.
Eddie: his face scrunched up in annoyance and he hit my hand away. "Mmm." He groaned.
Y/n: "come on you gotta get to bed." I pulled his arm lifting him into a sitting position.
Eddie: he shook his head slightly. "No no. I'm staying here." He tugged his arm away. I frowned and walked away as he readjusted his position.
Whatever I don't feel like arguing today. I put away the groceries and went to the living room. He was passed out again. Since I'm here doing nothing let me update you.
Four months ago I got a job since I am an adult I decided I should start making money so I can move out of my moms house. She said I can stay as long as I'd like but i wanna be able to get my own place to live for me and eddie. Eventually we decided it was safe to move back to the trailer after Rico and his gang moved to California and Eddie's uncle basically moved out of the trailer.
I haven't heard from my dad yet and honestly It doesn't bother me. I want to know who my mom is and find her but I just need time. A lot had happened to all of us and we all need a break. Now that I'm thinking about it... I haven't seen max if so long... nobody has talked about her and I haven't seen them hang out with her.
The problems all started about 3 months ago. He started going out to this bar with his new friend elliot. I've never met elliot but I didn't see it as that big of a deal until he started coming home drunk. The first time it happened he said it wouldn't happen again. But now it's become a nightly routine for him. I've told him already he needs to stop and he says he's trying. But honestly I don't think he is. He hasn't even shown any sign of wanting to actually stop. He just says he will.
My job pays me an average amount of money and I'm excited to find my own place. I should be able to soon. I got off the couch and headed to Eddie's room. I closed the door behind me and sat down looking around. I drew my attention to his dresser. The bottom drawer slightly open. I furrowed my eyebrows and went down onto the floor sitting as I opened it. Inside was some jeans messily just shoved inside and to the side was a little bag. With a white powdery substance.
Fuck. I know this bitch is not doing cocaine again. I felt myself getting really pissed odd as I grabbed the bag walking to the living room. I looked at him and quickly shook him.
Y/n: "get up." I said sternly as he opened his eyes with an already annoyed expression.
Eddie: "what the fuck!" He sat up looking at me.
Y/n: "are you doing cocaine again?" I held the bag hidden behind my back.
Eddie: "seriously." He scoffed.
Y/n: "answer the fucking question." I raised my voice.
Eddie: "NO!" He shouted.
Y/n: "oh really? REALLY?" I yelled tossing the bag on the coffee table infront of him. He quickly sighed as his expression softened.
Eddie: "y/n. Listen."
Y/n: "So you are?" I shouted.
Eddie: "it was a mistake I just slipped up once I swear to you!"
Y/n: "FUCK YOU. YOU PROMISED ME, YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GET BETTER! YOUR JUST GETTING WORSE." I yelled (I have such an urge to delete this and write YOU ARE LIKE PAPA. But I won't. We need to stay serious 😽)
Eddie: "IM NOT. IT WAS ONE TIME!" He shouted as I started walking away.
Y/n: "NO IM FUCKING DONE."
Eddie: "Y/N LISTEN. I SWEAR IM GONNA DO BETTER! IM TRYING!"
Y/n: "TRY HARDER." I yelled as I made my way to his room to grab my stuff. But he quickly grabbed my wrist.
Eddie: "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
Y/n: "IM GOING HOME LET GO." I tried ripping my wrist away.
Eddie: "I'm trying. To get better." He said angrily as he gripped my wrist tighter.
Y/n: "yeah you have a great way of showing that." I tried getting out of his hold. "STOP YOUR HURTING ME." I shouted.
Eddie: he let go of my wrist. "Y/n. Please I'm sorry." He followed me to his room.
Y/n: "no. Get you shit together." I said annoyed as I packed my bag.
Eddie: "I am-"
Y/n: I looked at him. "You are?" I questioned him. "Hm. Funny. Last I checked you lied to me about the cocaine, your always drunk, you've been getting so mad at me so easily, you refuse to get you bum ass up and get a fucking job! You're just weighing me down! I have to take care of you like your a fucking five year old because you aren't getting better! Your getting worse and your too ignorant to see that!" I said and zipped up my bag walking past him as he stared at me with disbelief. Idc I said what I said no regrets bc that bitch needs to hear the truth. I love him so much it's for his own good.
Eddie: "FUCK!" I heard him yell followed by a few loud bangs.
I felt tears fill my eyes as I walked out of the trailer and got in my car.
(A/n: sorry for this depressing chapter 💀)
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