AN: I'm not gonna bother uploading if none of you care to interact bc tbh I'm so tired all the time after work and it doesn't seem like anyone cares about my writing
"I'm not a victim Eddie." I sighed slightly but remained monotone. "Can I just have my drugs?"
Eddie opened his mouth to say something before closing it and stepping away.
"Turn around." He said and so I did.
I heard a draw open and some rustling behind me before he spoke again.
"Here."
I turned around and he placed a small amount of pills in a baggie my hand.
Yes!
I'm so happy right now.
"Save at least one of them for tonight, don't just take them all now."
Whatever.
"Okay." I grinned and put them in my pocket, brushing him off as I just wanted to take the pills now. "I'll see you tomorrow." I went to leave but he put his hand on my shoulder and sighed.
I looked up at him and saw a sadness in his eyes I hadn't seen before that made my breath hitch.
Why does he have to look at me so heartbroken like that?
"Please Lana. I'm really trusting you here."
Well fuck. That feels like a punch to the gut.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be good. I promise." I stuttered. "I need to go though, really! I want to see Joyce at her shop before her shift ends."
He half smiled and nodded "Sure. See you tomorrow" and I took one more look at him before leaving.
Now I didn't feel the same buzz I had just moments ago, thinking about his words and his sad face.
As soon as I left and put on my headphones, I pulled out the baggie and dry swallowed one of the pills. A big part of me wanted to go home, stay in bed and get high. But a bigger part of me wanted to be productive.
Don't take them all yet, I need to stay relatively sober to go shopping.
I stood at the bus stop and put my "The Smiths - self titled" cassette into my Walkman before properly sinking into my thoughts.
His eyes were really hurt, like this shit is really personal to him.. like he really, really cares about me.
I feel so bad for even wanting to lie to him. For planning on chugging all these pills as soon as I get home and then somehow procuring more later on.
He said he's trusting me. Why have I got to be such a bitch for?
It's such a slap in the face to him. All he's done is try to look after me and all I've done is be a total bitch, to him and Robin and Steve.
Maybe I need to actually try. If not for me, then for them.
I nearly didn't notice the bus pull up as I thought deeply on everything and once I sat in my seat it only got more intense.
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Hurt - Eddie Munson
Fanfiction"He knew that she had changed since they were kids, obviously, and he knew that she must've got herself involved in some bad shit to have ran away with Billy, but he wasn't expecting such a dark eyed, tiny, slumped, girl to come out of that trailer...
