Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Void

Here's hoping this chapter makes sense, I didn't proofread it so apologies in advance.

TW: blood, death, mentions of childhood trauma/abuse, sad times

❌EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING: TWILIGHT REFERENCE❌ 😂

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The loss of adrenaline burned through your muscles, your legs tingled while you wobbled up your front porch steps. Flea wriggling in your arms, trying to escape and rip Eddie to shreds. Head swimming with thoughts, worries, excitement, exhaustion.

You rushed around, not wanting to keep Eddie waiting for too long. Flea locked into the bathroom with you, quickly you scrubbed your skin clean in the worlds fastest shower. Not even bothering to towel off you opted to just wrap the towel around your middle. Water droplets pitter patter the floor while you slip through the bathroom door, using your foot to push Flea's head away.

Clean underwear, fresh socks from the dryer, inside out pj pants and a backwards tshirt found their way onto your still wet limbs. Bunny slippers hugging your feet while you sprinted back through your home, slamming the door behind you and scrambling up to Eddie's door.

Trembling hands twisted the knob and pushed the door open, you could almost hear his breathing through the silent stillness of the night. As the front door closed, Eddie called out to you with an obvious sigh of relief. A pang of guilt hit your stomach like a brick when you turned your attention to his bedroom door. The barstool stuck under the door handle just in case.

"It's me Eds!" You called back, locking the front door behind you, kicking off your slippers and making a beeline straight to the fridge. "Did you finish your cup?" Shouting so he could hear you through the door.

"Yes! Can I have more?" You could hear the embarrassment that flooded his voice during his request.

"Getting some for you now okay?" Pushing the release button to grab the ceramic Garfield coffee mug. You learned too late that this was a non-microwaveable mug, your hands burned with the heat that seeped through the ceramic. Before you could rationalize sitting it down, your hands release the mug and you can only watch as it shatters across the linoleum.

The thick red liquid splattered the cabinets and fridge, your pants and socks. It spread quickly around the edges and cracks of the kitchen, panic filling your chest after hearing Eddie's worried shouts.

"It's fine! I just- I dropped a cup it's okay!" Quickly dropping to your knees to scoop the shards into the trash can. Slick blood making the job nearly impossible. Your pants were ruined anyway so you shoved them off, opting to mop up the blood and the coffee cup remnants all at once.

The weight of your body from pushing off the ground forced a tiny shard into the heel of your palm. Sucking air through your teeth as you hefted the sopping mess into the trash can. You stood as still as possible, knowing the damage you'd just caused. Eddie was panicking, you could hear him trying to escape his self imposed prison.

Quickly you plucked the shard from your skin, feeling it tug and pop out of place. Paper toweled the area and peeled off your socks to toss into the trash. Back to square one, heating up blood in a 100% microwave safe cup. While you waited you washed up in the kitchen sink, with no time to search for a bandaid you simply held a paper towel in your palm to soak up the trickles of blood that left the wound.

By the handle of the mug you held it carefully as you pulled the barstool out of the way and entered Eddie's room. He looked.... Okay. Better than before at least, other than you could tell he was absolutely chomping at the bit to dig into you.

His dirt caked nails eagerly snatch the cup from you, his eyes never leaving your palm as he desperately gulped every last drop. His ankles chained to the bed, bruises forming from struggling against the bindings.