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Come Back To Me

A/N
I've been actively avoiding social media atm because of this whole Joseph/Doja debacle because people are taking it so badly..girl?. I know she's hella problematic, but I support his career, not his relationships - but wait, it gets worse. Someone tell me why people are now coming for his goddamn parents???. I cannot deal. I simply cannot.

Anyway *sigh* -

Enjoy, My Munson Babies <3

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KIMBERLY CASSIDY
This thing I was about to do, this god AWFUL THING that I had situated my entire heart and soul into, was finally closing in on me. It had me TRAPPED in a corner between my family and my need for VENGEANCE.
And, to say I was immensely petrified, was a understatement.

Eddie now knew I was up to something, not specifically the details but he knew that whatever I was indulging in was dangerous, and he didn't want to be a part of it. How could I blame him?.

I tried to come up with ways I couldn't go through with this (for Eddie's sake) without hurting the people I cared for the most. Rita didn't strike me as the 'liar' type, but then again, the whole point of having a poker face was to lie, and to lie good.

Eddie was lay in bed, having a deserved lie - in whilst he got the chance, James and Jen were spending the day with uncle Wayne, which Eddie was more than grateful for - and I immediately felt awful at having to wake him up.

"Eddie." I whispered gentle, crouching down besides the bed. He didn't stir nor respond. "Eddie, baby." I whispered again, this time using my hand to shake his bare shoulder.

He stirred now, his eyes desperately trying to fight the sleep that was waging a war to keep his eyelids closed. "Mhhmm?." A noise made only in the mornings growled in the back of his throat as one of his eyebrows arched.

He looked absolutely adorable; lips swollen, parted and greeted by the small bit of salvia trying to escape from the corner of his mouth. His hair wild, untamed and unkempt for the night. And, his eyes now open, slightly swollen and looking at me as if trying to recognise my features.

"Mornin'." I said with a soft smile, running my fingers in circles against his shoulder. "Sorry to wake you, but I have to go out." He knew what this meant. His eyes spoke before his mouth did. This wasn't what he wanted to hear within the first 10 seconds of his awakening.

I knew Eddie's response to my news would be just as I expected. It was the same every time.

"Okay."

His brief reply hung in the air between us, but I could hear the disappointment and resignation in that single word. I had hoped, secretly, that he would say something else, something that could change my mind about going. But he didn't. He never did.

I exhaled a heavy sigh and continued tracing my fingers over his shoulder, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt in my chest. "But, I need you to do something for me." That guilt turned to regret within seconds.

Eddie's eyes, still bleary with sleep, shifted to meet mine. "What is it?" He asked, his voice rough and groggy.

I paused for a moment, hesitating to tell him what I needed. I could already sense the reluctance in his expression, the sense of dread at whatever I was going to ask him to do.