Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)

Chapter 28

          "You told him off?!!!" Chelsea freaked, looking at me in disappointment. All I did was roll my eyes. Everything Eddie ever told me was a lie. He never cared about me!! He just wanted to get me in bed!

"Chelsea he's an asshole!! He tried to use my abusive mother against me by saying that I was hurting him when I pushed him forward! I mean who does that?!" I yelled, tears starting to form at the corners of my eyes. And these tears weren't from realizing that Eddie was a total dipshit, it was because I was furious. I was mad at myself for falling into Eddie's grasp in the first place, and I was furious with Eddie for turning out to be a total ass!

                  Chelsea takes a seat next to me and I see her face immediately soften up. I feel her arms wrap around me. She finally just gave up.

"I just want you to be happy, Sarah. Your life has been screwed up by your mom and, I just want to make sure that your with someone that makes you happy," she says softly, wiping away the few tears that left her eyes. I laugh at how dramatic she is and rub her arm.

"I am happy. And this time I mean it." I said proudly, making the smile reappear on my sister's face.

             To end our heart to heart moment, I hear my phone ring. I walk over to my dresser and  immediately smile, yet panic when I see Eric's picture lighted up on my phone.

 "Hey, are you okay?" I ask him this question every time I begin a conversation with him. I have to help him in any way I can. And right now, he just needs to know that I care about what is going on inside his head and that I'm not going anywhere.

"Sarah, I need you to come over. Right now," He said frantically. I told him i'll be there in less than 5 minutes and rushed out the front door to my car. Backing out of the driveway, I drive as fast as I can to his house.

                    As soon as I knock on the door he's already standing in front of me, pulling me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and give him a tight squeeze. As I look up at him, there are no tears, just bewilderment. I touch his chest and his heart is beating 100 times a minute.

"Eric, what's going on?!" I ask him as calmly as I can. He doesn't even answer me. He grabs my hand and pulls me inside the house. I immediately hear Mr. Richards, slurring his words in the kitchen.

             I cover my mouth with my hand as I see what's in his. Mr. Richards is holding a gun, with tears running down his face and beer bottles covering the kitchen  counter.

I backed out of the kitchen and grabbed Eric's hand. We ran quietly upstairs to his room and I locked the door. I start pacing around the room, wondering what the hell to do. The last time I have ever seen this same incident was when I was 15, and my mom almost committed suicide. It took at least 30 minutes to get the gun out of her hand. Of course I got a beating for it but it was better than seeing my own mother kill herself, and maybe even me in the process.

"I just didn't know what to do! I knew your mom drank so I though you would know how to calm him down. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I should have never put you in danger like this. God, i'm an idiot!" He screamed at himself. I rushed myself over to where he was standing and shhed him.

"Your not an idiot. It's okay, just be quiet!!" I snapped at him, making him laugh. He crept his hand to my hip, pulling me onto his lap. 

               Our lips moved in sink as the passion rose but it didn't last long. Before we knew it, someone was banging on the door. 

"Eric!! Who is in there with you?!!!" His father screamed, as we heard gun shots go through the door. I let out a scream and Eric pushed me off the bed with him in my arms. I'm pretty sure i have a concustion from hitting my head on the wood flooring, but i ignored the pain. I was just hoping that Eric and I came out alive. 

            I could feel my heart pounding in my ears and a cold sweat in the back of my neck as Eric told me to hide underneath the bed. I looked at him in horror of leaving him alone with his violent and drunken father. All he did was give me a small smile and kissed my forehead. 

"Ill be fine. Now go." He whispered in my ear as he motioned me to go. I crawled underneath and was lucky that i fit. I looked under the sheets of his bed, watching the scene. 

            I covered my mouth in fear as i felt myself sobb. I couldn't die. He couldn't die. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if something happened to Eric. I already lost him once. I wasn't going to lose him again. And definatley not like this. 

                  Eric slowly unlocked the door, backing up as his father, with shaking hands, help up the gun. He was crying, but Eric tried his best to calm him down. 

"Dad, put down the gun. You're drunk. You don't want to do this. Mom wouldn't want you to do this." He said calmly as he started towards his father. But he immediatley froze as Mr. Richards put his finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes and took a quiet deep breath, praying to the lord that nothing bad happens as I feel warm tears fall down my cheeks. 

 "No!! She would," He laughs as he continues. "You killed her. You killed this family. Your nothing to me now. Your just some murderer who killed my fucking wife!!!" He screamed. The last thing i heard was a gun shot. 

I know i know, cliff hanger;) Hope you loved it! Will be updating sometime next week or this weekend!