the trailer park / eddie munson

Chapter 20 - Promise

Thursday

"I really hope you planned something extraordinary for her birthday, Harrington", you murmur into Steves direction, as both of you watch Gabby walk through the bar, serving beer to a table. He just smirks at you with a winning look in his eyes. "Wow, okay", you laugh and raise a brow, while turning back to drawing a round of beer. "Just make sure you and Munson are on time tomorrow", he points his finger at you. "Excuse me? We are always on time", you look at him with a raised brow. "Mhm, sure. Remember that one time we wanted to watch a movie together? You were two hours late", Steve squints at you and takes a sip from his beer. You roll your eyes, "That was one time, Steve". He shrugs and puts his beer back down, "Just saying". "So, what is it, mh? You got her a puppy?", you wiggle your brows at him and start drawing a round of beer. He laughs and shakes his head, "Nope. I won't tell you, Baker. You'll see tomorrow". "What will she see tomorrow?", Gabby suddenly leans against the counter next to Steve. "FUCK babe", Steve winces and turns to her, grabbing his chest. "So jumpy... what are you hiding, mh?", she leans closer to him and looks right into his eyes, her long red nails slide over his arm. "I... No-nothing", he stammers, his face turning bright red. Gabby's interrogation gets interrupted by the front door that's being opened. Eddie and his band mates are walking in, all chatting and laughing while walking up to the counter. Gabby gives Steve a comprehensive look, before joining you behind the bar again. "Hey man", Eddie pats Steves shoulder and flops on the bar stool next to him. You bend down to the fridge and grab four bottled beers for them, earning a round of cheers and big smiles when putting them on the counter. They all clink their beers and take a big sip, before continuing their talk about the rehearsal they just had. You grab your tray and walk around the counter, quickly bending over to Eddie to kiss his cheek and of course causing the rest of the band to hoot and wiggle their brows at him, before serving a table at the other side of the bar. "Jules, could you check on the tables outside as well?", Gabby yells, while pointing to the door. You nod and make your way through the door and around the building.

Half of the tables are occupied. You spot a group of young men that just sat down and walk up to them to get their orders. "Hey guys, what can I get you", you say, while stepping next to the table and grabbing your little notebook out of your backpocket. "Your number". You frown your brows and look to your right, where ice blue eyes wink at you. "Try something more realistic. A beer maybe? Or that hell freezes over?", you throw a sweet smile at Billy. The smug smile on his lips disappears, his friends burst into laughter. You take their orders, clear another table while hearing them joking about Billy and walk back around the building to head inside, balancing your tray in one hand. Suddenly, fingers roughly grab your arm, forcing you to stop and turn around. Billy stares at you with angry eyes. "Let go", you look down on his hand that's wrapped around your wrist and back up into his face. "You embarrassed me in front of my friends", he hisses, his face coming closer to yours. "I don't fucking care. Let go of me, or I'll scream", you stare at him. Men like Billy always tried threatening you. You're so fucking sick of them. "I helped you, with your car. I've always been nice to you, and you're so fucking rude. So fucking rude. All the time", he whispers. A dry laugh escapes your throat. "So, after helping me with my car for ten minutes, you expect me to what? Fuck you in return? You're ridiculous, Billy. And now let go", you hiss, trying to free your arm from his tight grip. He presses you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. You feel your skin bruising under his hand. His breath smells like alcohol, seems like he already had a couple of drinks before even coming to the bar. "Get away from me, Billy. Now.", you stare at him, hearing your voice lightly shaking. "You're so fucking rude, Jules. Such a fucking rude bitch", he mumbles, while glancing down on your lips and suddenly pressing his lips on them. You throw the tray you still had in your hand on the ground, the empty bottles on it burst on the pavement underneath you, the sound of shattering glass echoes through the street, shortly turning Billy's attention away from you. You fastly pull your knee up and ram it right into his crotch, freeing your arm from his grip and pushing him away from you. The door next to you opens and Gabby's head pokes out, checking on you since she heard the glass shattering. "What the-", she stares at you, pressed against the wall, breathing heavy and staring at Billy, who kneels in front of you, holding his crotch with both hands and whining in pain. "I will cut your fucking throat open, if you ever lay your hands on me again. Do you hear me?", you scream at him, feeling hot tears of anger running down your cheeks. "Oh god", Gabby rushes out of the door and grabs your arm, calling for Eddie and Steve while dragging you away from Billy, who's still on his knees, gasping and staring at you. Footsteps are coming closer and the door swings open again. Eddie's eyes meet yours. You see his look changing from confusion to worry in a split second, as his eyes notice the tears running down your face and your shaking body. His glance wanders to Billy. And it changes to anger. Pure anger. "You fucking son of a bitch", he growls, his eyes becoming small slits as he stares at Billy. "Whoa, Eddie, no", Steve grabs Eddies shoulder, trying to keep him from lunging at Billy, who's now trying to stand up, still holding his balls. Eddie turns around to Steve, a look in his eyes you never saw before. Steve gulps, he quickly glances to Gabby, and pulls his hand away from him. You watch Eddie turning back around to Billy, lunging at him as he just got back on his feet and throwing him back on the ground. Other guests heard the sounds of you, you see them walking around the corner of the building to see what happend. "DID YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER?", Eddie screams, his fingers locked with Billys shirt. "She owned me a favor", Billy says, while smirking at you. Everything goes so fast. You wince at the sound of a breaking bone, as Eddie slams his fist right on Billy's nose. Blood runs down his face, it drips on both of them as they stare at each other. Gabby gasps next to you, she grabs your hand and pulls you further away from them. "I'm so fucking sick of you, Hargrove", Eddie hisses, while pushing Billy away from him and against the wall. Billy just laughs, his teeth red from his blood, "I didn't know you could punch like that, Munson". Eddie slides his hand into his pocket, suddenly pulling out a jack knife and pointing it at Billy. "Shit, Eddie stop it", Steve rushes over to them, grabbing Eddies shoulder and pulling him away from Billy. "I will kill you, you hear me? I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN". The anger in Eddies voice echoes through the air, everybody knows that it's a not meant as a threat. It's a promise. Billy stumbles back with fear in his eyes, his hand pressed against his nose. The door opens again, and Eddies band colleagues stumble outside. They rush to help Steve, holding Eddie back and keeping him away from Billy, who's eyes wandered back to you. You stare at him. "Go", you hiss, while looking over his shoulder and at his friends, which beer order you wrote down not even five minutes ago. "And take that motherfucker with you, before I forget myself", Eddie growls deeply, his arms held back by Steve and Gareth. Billy's arms are getting grabbed by two of his friends, as the drag him with them back to the parking lot and out of your sight.