A Match Made in Hellfire | Eddie Munson

Chapter 13

Y/N's Perspective
Mature Content: Abuse

In just a matter of hours my life has taken a complete turn. I am no longer Billy Hargrove's girlfriend. That is the biggest thing for me right now. Normally when someone's relationship ends, they feel sad and heart broken, but all I can feel is relieved and free. I feel like I have escaped a torturous prison. I can finally breathe again. However, my fear of him is still lurking beneath the surface. I was a fool to think that by dumping Billy, I would be completely free of him. It is obvious that Billy did not care about me, but the boy cannot handle rejection well. He is not going to let me get away without a fight.

Eddie hid me and covered for me when Billy came looking for me after his game. My mind is still spinning from everything that happened between Eddie and I after the Hellfire campaign. He told me the real reason why he has been ignoring me. He told me that I am his weakness and he truly cares about me. He wants to be there for me and protect me. I have never had a man want to do that for me. Hell, my own father didn't want to do that for me.

Eddie is different. He sees me differently. He doesn't see me as some vulnerable girl with daddy issues falling for douchebags, he sees what is beneath the surface, the real me. When he looks at me it is as if he is peering into my soul and he actually likes what he sees when he looks in there. The only other people who make me feel this way are my friends and my brother. When he was leaning in to kiss me, I could feel the electricity pulsating between us, like something had tethered us together and we were finally giving in to the pull.

I thought once we got to his place he would immediately try to kiss me again, but he is instead frantically trying to clean the counters in his trailer. I can tell by how he is moving that he is thinking about something and he looks almost nervous, but it is ridiculous to think he is nervous. Eddie has always been so calm and confident, so what would possibly make him nervous? I know it is not me because I am well... just me, average, plain, kind of boring.

As he cleans, he looks up to see me staring at him with a curious expression. "Sorry it's such a mess in here," he chuckles nervously. "I wasn't exactly planning for anyone to come over."

I just laugh at his comment because he is the one who begged me to stay with him tonight. I decide not to ask him why he seems nervous in case that question just makes him more nervous. "You were the one who insisted that I come here. Seriously Eddie, you can relax. You don't have to clean just because I'm here. You saw my room. It's a mess too."

I thought maybe bringing up the fact that he has seen my messy room would calm him down a little bit and he would stop cleaning. Of course, just like usual, I was very wrong. The boy does not stop cleaning, frantically running back and forth from the trash can to the counters. "Because I want to know you're ok and the best way for me to know that is by being with you," he says matter of factly. "And I'm going to clean for you!"

Maybe I am the reason he is nervous. For some reason knowing that I am making him nervous makes me less nervous. I have to admit, ever since we dropped Dusty off at home, I have been a bundle of nerves and anticipation. There is still so much left unsaid. He tried to kiss me earlier! Is he going to try again? Does he like me too? Does he like me more than a friend? All of that has been running through my head since we have been alone and it has been making me so damn on edge.

But seeing him here like this, frantically cleaning like he is trying to pass time till he figures out what he wants to do, it is endearing and my nerves melt away. I just chuckle and walk next to him. I place my hands on top of his to stop him from cleaning and running over to the trash can. "You don't have to be nervous, Eddie," I give him a reassuring smile. "I know you've been around girls before. You had a date last weekend." Those words taste bitter as they leave my lips. I don't know why, but the thought of Eddie with another girl, especially just last week hurts. It stings when I think about him on a date with someone else that isn't me. I wonder if he put his arm around her shoulders, if he was nervous like this, if he kissed her. I try to not think about it because it is hypocritical of me. I had a boyfriend just a few hours ago. "It's just me. You don't have to worry."