Tales From The Road | Eddie Munson X Reader

9 - You're Gonna Be My Wife

Day twelve

Eddie's POV:

When I'd seen Y/n grip onto the railing outside of Carrie's house, I realised that something was wrong and I got straight out of the van. Outside, I had seen her stumbling and ran over. I'd never seen her like that; she looked absolutely terrified and overwhelmed with unimaginable confusion. And when I actually took in the girl chasing after her, I realise why: it was her sister.

I hardly knew what to think when we went inside. Y/n was so angry, and I completely understood: this whole thing was just crazy. But I felt terrible, because there wasn't anything I could do to help her, and I could barely find the words to say anything. The pain in her voice as she told Lia what she'd been through since she left made my heart ache, even from the other room.

I couldn't imagine it, and I couldn't figure out why Lia had done something like this. How could you escape a horrific life and leave your little sibling behind, only to never even try to help them or even contact them? I had my own opinions, but I didn't want to air them. I just wanted to be there for my girlfriend, so I stayed mostly quiet and let them talk things over. Just before Carrie came home, I finally started to get involved in a strained - but less heartbreaking - casual conversation.

There was this unreadable look on her face as she spoke to her sister. I could see, as she glanced between her and me, that she was trying to decide if this was even real. I guess having me and Lia in the same was like the two opposing sides of her life crashing into each other with no warning.

And then Carrie came back, and Lia went with her into the kitchen, leaving us sat in this strange living room on our own. I turned to Y/n as she cursed under her breath, and I felt like I was getting a glimpse into her past. Into who she used to be. Because her demeanour now was something I just hadn't seen in her before. It almost felt like I could see the child, the twelve year old her, who was abandoned and painfully alone.

"Are you okay?" I asked her the same question I had already asked what felt like a hundred times. I just didn't know what else I could do.

She didn't answer right away, instead hugging me and hiding her face in my shoulder. My body relaxed slightly at being able to hold her and try to comfort her in anyway I could. As I ran my hand along the back of her head, I took note of the speed of her heartbeat. I could feel it racing like she had just ran five miles.

"This is insane. It's fucking insane," was her eventual feeble response. I'd never heard her curse as much as I had in the last fifteen minutes, and it told me everything I needed to know about how much it was all affecting her.

"I know. It is fucking insane," I agreed because she was right: I never in a million years would've thought that this was what we were walking into when we diverted to this town.

She always checked up on me when it came to how I felt about the things my family had gone through, and she always made out that my situation was so much worse. It frustrated me, because it felt like she didn't want to acknowledge that she had been through awful shit too. She's one of the most selfless people I had ever met, but it hurt to see her neglecting her own pain.

This entire situation? It was just traumatic. I just hoped that somehow she could build some sort of relationship with her sister again, because other than Dustin... this was all she had now of her real family. As she pulled back and looked at me, I went to speak again, but stopped abruptly when Carrie and Lia came back into the living room.

Y/n POV:

When Carrie came into the room, she walked straight over to me and knelt down in front of me. She put her hand on top of mine, closing her eyes and shaking her head momentarily before looking back up at me.