𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

My fingers hovered over the phone placed on the wooden unit besides my door. I bit my lip nervously, anticipating how this phone call would end. Within minutes, I had enough courage to call the boy and tell him we couldn't leave this be.

I worried he wouldn't pick up; not knowing where he was nearly sent me over the edge, but finally he answered.

Eddie sighed as he answered the call. "Hello?." He asked.

"Can we talk?." My lip quivered a little, the fear in my chest rising rapidly.

"What do we have to talk about? We already said what needed to be said in your car, remember?." The venom laced in his tone was awful to hear.

"No, we didn't, Ed. You know we didn't, otherwise we'd have been in that car all damn night long." I shook my head and covered my eyes with my hands, feeling the tears beginning their riot. "I don't want to leave it like this any longer, Eddie. So please..j-just let me sort t-this out." I silently sobbed down the phone, feeling never more weak than I had today.

"Please don't cry." Eddies voice changed swiftly at the sound of my heart breaking. "I'll be over in 15, just don't cry, okay, princess?." He said gently. I mumbled in response before the line went dead.

It was horrifying waiting for him to come over, and all I could do was wait and anticipate how the conversation would go. Rehearsing the upcoming chat in my head hadn't helped me in the slightest, but maybe it would prepare me for the worst.

Eddie knocked on my door loudly after a long awaited twenty minutes, startling me at the sudden impact. Before I could even register my brain to tell my legs to move, the door opened and closed at a moderate volume. I could hear the stomps of boots against the laminate of my floor between the front door and kitchen, making my hands begin to shake a little with adrenaline.

Eddie appeared in the doorway to the living room and leant against the doorframe with his arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other.

"I didn't come here to say sorry, or to beg for your forgiveness, Kim. So, if you have anything to say, then say it." His tone had reverted back to harsh from our previous conversation, and it angered me.

Psycho Kim was on the move.

"There's not one thing you don't think you should apologise for?." I hinted at him, watching the emptiness in his eyes.

"Nah." He shook his head, un phased. "I'm not the one who-"

"It wasn't a secret you needed to know." I kept my voice steady and refrained from screaming, trying to keep the situation as calm as possible as I cut him off. "Me and Steve did our thing when we were 16, me and you didn't know each other and I only spoke to you once a month for weed. The feelings are gone, and none of us have spoken about it in years. The last time I asked him about it, he'd forgotten. So why can't you?" I stayed put in my dads recliner as I spoke.

"I trusted you to tell me. You knew I thought something funny had happened. I always suspected it." He defended his anger.

"If you always suspected it, then why are you so angry that it's true?. I don't understand why you're so bothered." I was already bored of this conversation, but I needed to know why he thought it was okay to take his fury out on me for something I did a long time ago.