His Dreams | Eddie Munson a/u

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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October 3rd 1985

Graceland Harrington

Today had been long, the classes were boring, time went slower than usual, But throughout the day only one thing was on my mind.

Him.

He wasn't here today. I didn't know why. He didn't call, didn't tell me. Nothing. I called him during my break between first and second period. No answer.

I have a gut wrenching feeling something is wrong. Even though Eddie is literally awful at school he's never missed a day of it. Ever. Even when he's sick I can remember him coming to school. He's always been good about that.

That's most of what I remember about him before I moved.

I decided at some point driving home maybe he needs a little space. I don't know, but I'm now in my room painting. Alone, quietly humming to myself.

I'm not sure what I'm painting, but it sort of looks like Italy. Or at least the villa we lived in. It was so beautiful there, we had land upon land, with rivers and streams sprouted throughout that land.

We had a nice large home, and even though we weren't allowed out much, when I did get out, going throughout the small town was amazing.

Walking through the woods late at night, or early morning. It all felt like a dream.

The peach trees all around my home was really what made it special.

I set down my paintbrush and step back. I look at the painting and take it all in. All the yellows, and greens and oranges. It's home...or was.

But I don't think I miss it anymore. I'm glad we moved back, I have a good feeling about being back here. A really good feeling.

Interrupting my thoughts I hear a small tap on the window. I slightly jump and cautiously move towards where the sound came from.

I look down and see Eddie standing on a ladder leaning against the side of my house. He smiles brightly at me and waves like a small child. I huff and open my window, letting him in.

The minute he comes in, well stumbles in. He didn't really come in graciously, I smell alcohol.

"Eddie! Where the hell have you been all day?" I snap and help him stand to his feet. I let go of his arm and he slowly starts to fall again.

I grab him and sit him on my bed. He laughs and lays back on my blanket. "I missed you" he mumbles.

I cross my arms over my chest and look at him with a stern look. "You've been drinking? For how long? Were you safe? Who were you with?" I ask

"Relax, relax, it was just a few bottles...mom" he states with a giggle. I roll my eyes and move to sit next to him.

"Eddie, why didn't you come to school today?" I ask with a calm voice. He ignores my question and grabs onto my hand. He intertwines our fingers and kisses the back of my hand.

"Eddie, don't" I say and pull my hand away. "Tell me, what happened?" I state. Im so worried about him right now I can't focus when he does stuff like that. He rolls his eyes and pushes off the bed to sit on the chair next to my window.

"I just didn't feel like going okay? Is that really fucking wrong of me to be sick of school?" He spits and looks down at his dirty shoes.

"Where'd you go to get your shoes so dirty?" I question. "The woods, where else?" He says with an added attitude.

This isn't Eddie, sure he drinks, sure he smokes, probably does other drugs...but never like this. He doesn't just act like this. I mean not around me at least...

"Why were you in the woods?" I laugh lightly trying to lighten the mood.

"Because I fucking can!" He yells making me slightly jump. His face drops and he moves towards me. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he says and holds me.

After a second I push him off of me and stand up. "Eddie, I don't want this being a thing that just happens. You disappear and have me worry for hours if your alive or if your dead and then you just come in here as stinky as a skunk and think I'll just be all over you" I state firmly.

"Holy fuck Graceland get off my back. I was just taking a day to my fucking self, not everyone can deal with their little fucking problems the way you do" he yells.

Tears start to sting my eyes as he speaks. Where is this coming from.

"Eddie get out" I yell.

He looks up at me through his eyelashes and furrows his brows as if he thinks I'm joking. Which I am not.

"Come back when you're sober and not being mean" I yell.

"What the fuck?" He states.

"Yea! What the fuck!" I yell back

"What the fuck is wrong with you, why the fuck would you come here like this, and yell at me the way you have!" I add.

"So, I said...Get. Out."

He huffs and goes to my door slamming it behind him as he leaves.

The weight of what just happened finally falls onto me and I fall to my knees. Tears start to stream down my cheeks and I silently sob as I hear my front door shut.

What the hell just happened.

After a few minutes I hear a faint knock at my door. I sit up, wipe the tears off my cheeks and move back to my painting.

"Come in" I mumble.

"Hey, is everything alright?" I hear Steve whispers.
"Yup." I say plainly and start to clean up my paints.

As I clean I start to feel the tears fall from my eyes again. No. No. No. stop crying, you can't cry. You shouldn't cry.

I feel Steves arms wrap around me and hold me tightly. Right as he does the tears pour out. And my silent sobs from earlier turned into loud ones.

I hate arguing with people, I hate yelling at people and I hate when people yell at me. Especially when it's Eddie. I never thought we would have a fight, especially this early.

It's heartbreaking.

"Shh, Shh," Steve says and rubs the back of my head and I shove my face into his chest. "It'll be okay" He whispers.

My hands tightly grip his shirt as my tears stain it.

We stayed like this for awhile. Like we always do when I cry. It's nice.