Devil's backbone (Eddie munson au)

Part 3

I have made some very stupid decisions tonight, all fueled by intoxication. This current one is either very stupid or genius I have yet to find out.
I pound on the door again. The occupants are most likely asleep, seeing how it's almost midnight. From inside I hear shuffling and a faint "I'm coming." When the door flys open there is a very sleepy and confused Eddie.

"Sara?"
"I need your help." I say as I stumble past him, pushing my way into his trailer. His eyebrow raises when he sees the bat resting on my good shoulder.

"Should i be concerned?"
"I need to hide this." I take the bat off my shoulder and stumble.

"Are you drunk? Where did you get the bat?"
"Yes and you don't want to know." I say sighing, pushing the bat out to him again.

"Ok what happened from the time I left your house till now?" He has as he grabs my shoulder and sets me down on his couch.

"Well let's see. I killed the pain with a bottle of vodka. Probably killed my liver too. Then I decided to go for a walk, before my parents got home. And that's when I saw it." I started giggling till I couldn't breath.

"Saw what?" He asks but I stand up and stumble my way into his kitchen, helping my self to his fridge and grabbing a beer. Before I can open it he snatches it away.

"I don't think you need any more. Your trashed."

I sigh. "Your right."
"Sarah why do you have bat?" He asks again.
"Oh that." I laugh again. "Leave it to me to be holding the evidence, so I left before the cops showed up. I need you to hide it. I can't be found with it." His eyes widen and he drops the bat.

"I'm going to ask one more time where did you get the bat. And why is it evidence?" He grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eyes.

"Like I was saying. When you Rudely interrupted. I decided to go for a walk and I saw it. His car sitting out side her house." I started laughing again and he dropped his arms to his side with a huff.

"Come on, let's go get you some food and sober you up." He says leading me to the door. Swinging around to face him but almost falling over he catches me. I become dead serious.
"Seriously you need to keep it. I can't take it home."

"Last time who's is it? Where did you get it?"
"Oh it's Mark's" I wave hand in the air turning back around and stepping out the door.
I take one step down then miss the next three skidding down them on my butt. And I start laughing hysterically.

"Jesus. Sarah your going to make your arm worse." He says lifting me up by my waist, not letting go until he helped me up into the car.

"You know I always told him he shouldn't leave his keys in the car." I say as he jumps in the driver side of his van.

"So you stole his bat?" He asks with a chuckle.
"I took it to his headlights." I start my incessant laughing again when I see that his jaw dropped.
"I also keyed it." I say in between gasps for air.
"God we need to get some food in your stomach."

He says as he pulls into a diner.
"You stay here." He says before exiting van.

When he comes back I had calmed down a bit. My head resting against the window.
"You alright?" He asks setting the to go bag in my lap.
"Yea."
"You don't seem alright. Not going to throw up are you?"

I'm stay silent for a minute before speaking.
"Words going to get out, and my momma phones is going to go crazy. I can hear her now. Go fix your makeup. Start acting like a lady. I raised you better. Keep it together. It's just a break up."

"Wow she sounds like a piece of work." He mutters, and i open the bag and pull out a fry.

"Yup, got to keep the perfect persona up."
"Reminds me of your writing idea." He says, and I give a sarcastic laugh.

"You have no idea. Keep your lips closed, cross your legs, and never let them See you cry. Got to keep it together even when everything is falling apart." We fall into silence until he pulls up a block away from my house.

"Are your parents home?" With that one question I descend into fit of giggles again.

"Oh by now they probably are." I say as he opens the passenger side door.

"Oh and how are we going to get you in?" He asks sarcastically.

"There is trellis." I say pointing to the side of the house.

"I hate to break it to you. But your in no condition climb a trellis even if you were sober." He teases and I stumble up the lawn.

"Come on." He says stepping in-front of me and bending down, wanting me to climb on. My first try was horrible and resulted in my laughing with my forehead pressed into his back. I could feel him laughing too.

"Jesus that was horrible. I thought you were a cheerleader."

"I'm a drunk and injured cheerleader give me some slack." I laugh trying again. This time he catches my thighs and helps me up.

"Please hold on tight I really don't want to drop you." He says starting to climb the trellis. It was a terrible moment but my laughing started up again.

"Stop your making the trellis shake."  After some more laughter and a few minutes and almost falling once we made it on to the roof in front of my room. We both laid on our backs, not being able to breath, me from laughter, Eddie from exertion.

"Hey guess what?" I say turning to Eddie.
"What?" He says with a laugh.
"I didn't drop the fries." I hold them up triumphantly and he bust out laughing.
Grabbing the bag he opens it and takes a fry.

"You know in school I always thought you were super quiet. Even for a cheerleader."
"Yea well you caught me on some bad days."

"Nah I think I am just seeing you. You not holding back. You should do it more often."
"Yea?"
"Yea." We fall into silence for a bit.

"Thank you."
"For?" He asks as he turns his head to look back at me and I start laughing again.
"I don't know." He rolls his eyes and stands up, opening the window.

"Let's get your to bed." I climb threw the window almost falling. I walk to my bed climb into it and taking off my sling.

"Bathroom?" He asks and I point to the door across from my bed. He goes in and comes back out a minute later with the garage can and the glass for rinsing from sink.

"Drink some water." He says pushing the cup into my hands and setting the trash can beside my bed.

"In case you get sick."
"Can I have my French fries?" I ask and he laughs turning to the window, leaning out and grabbing the bag.

"Good night Sarah."
"Night Eddie." I sink down in my bed opening the bag and grabbing a fry as he climbs back out the window. Closing it and waving goodbye before disappearing.