The cops tried to keep them for further questioning, but Angie argued that they couldn't legally keep them for anything. True or not, Powell didn't seem to know any better.
The only other place they could go was back to Family Video. Plus, Steve had to get back to work if Keith was gonna let him keep his job.
Of course, Steve tried everything to comfort her on the way there, but it didn't make much of a difference.
When they enter the store, Robin runs up to Angie, embracing her tightly. Despite not being entirely close, Angie clings to her uniform as she tries not to collapse in tears.
"Are you okay?" Robin asks and then stutters, "Of-- of course you're not okay. What am I thinking?" She curses herself, "I'm sorry. I'm not great at this whole comforting thing."
Angie smiles weakly, "It's okay, Robin. Thank you."
Steve places a gentle hand on the small of her back, leading her behind the counter.
He helps lift her onto the back half of the flat surface where she's less noticeable.
Robin returns to placing tapes on the shelves, trying to give them some space.
Steve lifts his hand to her cheek to try and draw her back to reality, "Angie, baby?"
She lifts her gaze from the cash register behind him to his eyes.
"I know you're not okay," He begins, allowing his hand to fall onto hers that lay on her thigh, "but is there anything at all that I can do to help?"
Angie hesitates, still overwhelmed by the situation, "I don't know."
"I have a sack lunch in the back if you wanna pick through it... or there's an extra Coke in the fridge if you're not feeling up for any food."
She still stays silent, fighting hard to not dissociate.
Steve places his forehead on hers, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I'm gonna go get you that Coke, okay?"
Angie only nods softly.
"Okay," he mutters, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and leaving her on the counter.
As he returns from the back, Dustin and Max come storming through the doors. Steve opens the bottle of Coke and sets it in Angie's hand to guarantee that it won't just get left on the counter. She reluctantly takes a sip.
"Hey, Steve." Dustin begins, gesturing to the TV that Robin had muted, "Did you see this?"
"Yeah, I did." He mutters, glancing at Angie behind him.
"Woah," Dustin gazes at Angie, noticing her for the first time, "What happened to you?"
Max smacks him across the chest, "It was her house, dipshit." She turns to Robin, "How many phones do you have?"
Steve responds quickly, "Two. Why?"
Robin interjects, "Technically three if you count Keith's."
"Yeah," he says, "Three works."
Dustin begins unpacking his things and swings over the counter.
"What are you doing?" Steve sighs.
"My pile!" Robin exclaims as his bag slams into the stacks of VHS tapes, "Not my tapes!"
"Dude! What are you doing, man?"
Dustin places himself next to Angie as he sits at one of the three computers.
"Setting up base of operations here." He replies.
"Base of operations?" Robin repeats as she picks up her tapes.
"Get off." Steve sighs, giving Angie a sympathetic look.
"I need it."
"For what?"
"Eddie's friends' phone numbers." He replies which peaks Angie's interest.
"You think you could find Eddie?" She questions softly.
Dustin pauses, looking up at Angie's rough appearance. He returns to the computer screen, "I hope so."
Angie moves herself to the floor as the others go from call to call, trying to find anything they can on Eddie. As she sits with her knees to her chest, she can't help but curse herself for not spending more time with Eddie. Maybe if she had been around more then she'd have been able to convince him to stop selling weed. At the very least, she'd have been able to help find him now.
Steve continues to help customers as they work the phones, but he struggles to focus. Every second he can, he takes a look at Angie to check on her.
After countless calls, Max slams the phone onto the counter, "Hey, guys, I think I might have a lead."
Angie stands from the floor as everyone else turns to Max.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she shrugs, "Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick."
Angie's heart sinks as the name comes to light. If Eddie was in contact with Reefer Rick, then that means he lied to her. He wasn't just selling weed. He was into some much deeper stuff.
"Yeah," Angie clears her throat, "Eddie used to crash there sometimes when he was really into selling."
Steve draws a comforting hand on her shoulder as he comes up behind her.
"That sounds promising." Robin grins.
"Where does Reefer Rick live?"
"See, that's the thing." Max sighs, "No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know."
"What about a last name?" Dustin continues, not giving Angie a chance to speak.
"Guys," she addresses softly, with no prevail.
"I don't know that either."
"I bet the cops know the last name," Robin replies.
"Guys," she repeats.
Still, she seems to get ignored.
Steve doesn't hesitate to interrupt, "Guys," he booms, gesturing to Angie. He looks at her softly, giving her the floor as everyone else's voices come to a stop.
"I know how to get there." Angie mumbles, remembering when she had to drag Eddie's ass out of there a couple of years ago, "It's over by Lover's Lake."
"It seems like the perfect place to hide."
Dustin smiles, "Then, let's go."
Steve immediately grabs his keys from his cubby below the counter, leading Angie out the door. The children gather all of their stuff and pile into Steve's car. Robin returns, locking the door of Family Video and none of them look back.
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Yes, I know this chapter is a little bit shorter. Don't hate me. I will be working on another chapter soon, so stay tuned. I hope you enjoyed!
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
