I wake up in Eddie's bed bundled up under the covers wearing only his hellfire shirt. I turn over to say good morning to Eddie but he's not there. I slide on a pair of his boxers. I get up and go to the bathroom examining the marks that Eddie had left on my neck the night before. I laugh quietly to myself before walking out to find Eddie. I look all around the trailer in the kitchen, living room, even double checking his bedroom but I can't find him. I open the trailer door to see if he was still here and I see his van still parked out front. "Eddie?" I call out trying to find him. "Yes sweetheart?" he calls back, but I still can't see him. "Where are you?" I say back to him, still searching. "Right here." he says and I look over to see him slide out from under his van. I stare at him in shock. His hair is pulled back into a bun and he's shirtless with sweat forming on his chest. I watch as he puts a joint between his lips and lights it while smirking at me. "You're staring princess." he says. I turn my face away blushing as his smile only grows. "No I'm not." I lie. "Are you sure about that?" he asks taking a few steps closer to me. "Yes Munson, I wasn't staring." I say turning and walking back into the trailer, slightly
embarrassed. I walked into the kitchen but I felt Eddie's arms wrap around my waist as he picked me up and carries me into his room. "Eddie we have school today," I don't even try to retaliate. "Fuck school!" Eddie drops me on his bed. Eddie leans down. "You are the best motherfucking thing that has ever happened to me," Eddie kisses my face over and over again. A loud bang on the door occurs.
Max. Eddie gets up to answer it, and I trail behind him, still pretty tired. "We got to- wait, ew! What were you doing in there?!?" "Shut the fuck up, Max," I try to push the door closed. "Get some clothes on, we have to go to school, unless Eddie's boxers are your new style!" "What if they are?" I cross my arms. "Dress-coded." "You wish." "If I didn't know any better," Eddie interrupts, "I would think you two were siblings." "I can wear whatever the fuck I want!" I slam the door shut. I pull my hair up in a bun as I walk into Eddie's room. I grab a pair of jeans that I left that Eddie keeps stashed in the back of the closet for god knows what reason. I slide them on then walk over to Eddie. "I will be right back." I kiss his cheek, but he pulls be back and kisses me on the lips.
I walk to my room and grab a white top that doesn't cover my belly button. I grab a black belt and loop it through my jeans. I leave it hanging low, then pull the boxers up higher so I can see the waistband. I fix up my hair and touch up my face before grabbing my bag. Eddie is walking out at the same time as me, and Max is waiting by the door. Eddie unlocks the car, while insisting that he open the door for me. As Eddie pulls out of the trailer park, Eddie reaches down and touches the boxers I'm wearing and laughs. "Stubborn I see," Eddie rests his hand on my thigh. I grab it and squeeze it. Max shuffles around. "Get a room," she mutters. "You pulled us out of it," I spat. "Did I do something?" I whisper to Eddie. "I'm not sure," he looks at Max, who is staring at the back of the van, "but I know last night was well worth it." I smile. When we get out of the car, Robin approaches me. I was shocked that Max didn't leave me. Robin shoves my shoulder, "what the hell, Ellie? You left us at your house all night." "Oh," I look down, "I got distracted." "By Eddie," Max mumbles. "Is that why your wearing his boxers on display too?" Robin crosses her arms. "That was rebellion," I point my finger in the sky, "but maybe Jason Carver will learn to keep his body parts to himself." "That's besides the point," Max looks to Robin. "The point is, you ditched us!" "Where the hell were you when we got out of school, Max? I was in the back of the van crying!" "I uhm, don't want to talk about it." "Yep, what I thought." "Ellie," Robin slaps her hand on Eddie's van. Eddie slaps her hand. "Fine! I promise tonight!" I throw my hands in the air. "I'm going to need more than just a promise," Robin eyed Max. "Max, just fucking drag me home." I drag Eddie into the school.
As we sit in Kaminsky's class, Eddie looks really tense. I grab one of his fingers from under the table, before sliding a piece of paper to him. It reads, 'What's on your mind?'. Eddie slides one back, 'You're mad.'. I give him a confused look. 'Please, don't be mad at me for last night.'. 'I'm not mad at you, I'm mad about forgetting.' Eddie sighs, I couldn't tell whether out of relief or out of anger.
I (for once) actually take some notes. This is one of my hardest subjects for some reason, and the last thing I need is me failing. Eddie watched me, and me being the good role model I am, I showed Eddie how to set up his own notes. I won't sugarcoat it, they were horrid. But, hey, he is trying. Then, when the class was near the end, I wrote down the dates on my arm so I wouldn't forget them.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Eddie was messing with me, and I was tired. Sore. Whatever. I wasn't sure what I wanted. Did I want to go home? Sleep? Be mad at Eddie? Be mad at Max? Be mad at myself? Like I said, a blur.
Max practically handcuffed me to her once we got out of school. I assumed we were going to Robin's house because I will bet you it's cleaner. Max let's go of my hand when we reach Robin. "Well?" I say after we stand here for a second. "We have to go," Max said. "Wait," I say thinking, "how do you normally get home?" "Bus," Robin shrugs. "Not a car?" Max asks. "She doesn't have a license, dumbass," I turn around. "Well how are we going to get there?" Max kept asking. "We will have to ask Eddie, Nancy," I interject. "Nancy is staying after today," Robin adds. "Eddie it is," Max sighed. "What's wrong with Eddie?" I ask. "You're like a leech attached to him." She groans as we walk to his van. "I'm pretty sure it's the other way around," Robin laughs. "I guess, it's just that...he's always there for me. Like I always have someone to talk to, something to do." "Do?" Robin smirks. "Shut up," I say, trying my hardest not to smile.
"Hey Eddie," I shout, "could we get a ride?" Eddie turns to me, "right, I thought you girls had this night planned out." "We don't have a car," I make my index and middle finger walk along his arm that's resting on the hood of his van. "Right, so I'm being used." Eddie closes his eyes for a moment. "No, just... please take your girlfriend to her friend's house," I grab his neck. Eddie enjoys these games. "I'm almost out of gas," he pulls back, letting me know he's serious, "I can take you home?" I look to the girls, they give me a half smile. "Deal."
Robin and Max were sliding in the back of the van and all I could do was laugh. I held Eddie's hand. My mind is completely empty. I have no desire to do anything. I just feel like sitting in this car. Not cause of Eddie, or Robin or Max. Because I'm in a daze. A trance. I feel like this a lot. Next thing I know, everyone is piled out of the car. I look to my right and Eddie is trying to get me out of the car. "Shit, you had me scared for a second. Are you okay?" I only nod. He hugs me. Hugs me. I don't know why. I can't focus my vision. Robin grabs my hand, she knows something is wrong. She always does. I open my eyes again and I am on the floor of my bathroom. Robin holds a flashlight to my eye and I flinch. "Wha-" I try to say but I hear Max trying to unlock the door from the other side. "It's okay Max," Robin said panicky. What is happening, I keep repeating in my head, but i can't say it out loud. "Drink," Robin puts a glass of water to my face. I protest, only to choke. "Stop being stubborn Ellie!" she shouts. She pulls down my sleeves to check my scars. "Good job," she smiles. But only once. "Call Eddie!" Robin shouts to Max. "Why!" Max shouts back. "Just fucking do it!" Robin is about to cry. "I-" I don't know how to talk. My mouth only grunts. My eyelids are playing tricks on me. They close. Open. Close. I'm on the bed. Eddie rushes in. Checks my pulse. Looks in my eyes. He's searching for something. He doesn't find it. "Get me her bag." Eddie demands. Max scrambles out of the room. Eddie searches through my clothes for something. I can't comprehend what is going on. "Wha-" I touch my lips. I want to talk. Eddie smiles a little. "It's okay sweetheart," He rests his hand on my forehead. "What did you take?" What did I take? I didn't 'take' anything. I try to move my eyebrows to a 'confused' face. I kind of failed. "Drugs normally don't last long in her system," He explains as he goes through my bag, "if I could figure out what she had, then maybe I could help." "W-we should call someone," Max stutters. "Please, her record would crumble. Have fun with 'possession of drugs'." Eddie pulls out a small bag. "Shit," he whispers to himself. "What?" Robin practically shouted. "Ellie," Eddie looked at me, I held eye contact with him, "did you take this?" I try to shake my head no. Eddie examines the bag. "There's a hole," Max points. Eddie looks at my books. "She had to have inhaled it." Eddie looks at my shirt. "Look," he notices a light stain on my chest, "it's all over her shirt." Eddie pulls my shirt off of me. I am half naked in this bed. He pulls a fresh shirt over my head. "She should be better in an hour or so," Eddie kisses my cheek, "the drug is strong, but not long lasting. Make sure she showers tonight." Eddie lays me down, and I pass out.
Robin is sitting on my bed when I wake up facing away from me. I sit up. I feel more in control of my body. Robin spins around. "Ellie!" Robin screeches. She hugs me. I swear she was just mad. It is silent for a long time. "You are positive that you are not lying about not taking those drugs?" I nod. "Why were they in your backpack?" Robin asks. I have absolutely no clue. "I don't know." The words are so effortless to say now. "I'm sorry." I say. "Why?" Robin scoots closer. "I feel like I should be." "You don't need to be sorry." Is all she says.
All three of us are in a circle on the floor. "Spill everything!" "I have no clue where my mom is." Max admits. I forgot about that. "What do you mean?" Robin scrutinized her. "She just...left. I haven't seen here in a while." "Wow," Robin says. Max looks at me, as if she realized i was here. "Spill." "Spill what?" I ask. "You know what!" "I do?" "You're telling me nothing happened over your trip?" "Oh," I look down and blush. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. "Oh my god tell me!" Robin squeals. "Did you even go to Dio or just get laid in the hotel?" Max grins. "We went to the concert I swear!" I laugh. "I reminded him of the time where you," I point to Robin, "told me to pull him in by the belt when I kiss him." "Oh my god you did it!" Max is getting hyper. "To like...turn him on or something?" "Yeah," I admit, "he pulled me back to the hotel." "Damn, was he good?" Robin smirked. "If I told you we did it again last night, would that answer your question?" "Ellie!" Max shouted. "You ditched us to have sex?!" Robin shouts louder. "Thanks," I groan, "pretty sure all of Europe heard that."
I tell them more details and they melted more and more. "I want a relationship." Robin blurts out. "Then you should go out with Vickey!" I suggest. "I don't even know if she likes girls, I don't want rumors going around." "Only one way to find out," Max pushes her shoulder. Robin tries to change the subject, "take off your shirt." "Excuse me?" I say pushing my eyebrows together. "Just do it for a minute," Robin tells me. I pull my shirt over my head. "I thought so." "Holy shit, that's a lot of hickeys!" Max shouts. Their fingers trace my skin. "Hey, uhm, I need to take a shower." I stand up to grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Excuses!" Max shouts. I shut and lock the door. When the water touches my skin, I can smell the drug. I desperately try to wash it off of my body. I feel an immense amount of guilt. I remember why the drugs were there. I wanted to commit so badly, I put them in there for later. This was several weeks ago. Somehow they were still there. I grab a towel and pull on my clothes. I walk out of the bathroom and my bedroom and grab my backpack. I stand on the porch and dump everything. Max and Robin follow after me. "I'm tired of this bullshit!" I shout. I take the backpack and a few things from my backpack and toss them into the washer. "I'm going to be clean," I whisper to myself. I began the scrummage through my things that I dropped on the floor. I heard a door slam, but I didn't look up. I am too busy to worry about other people. I work for myself now. I grab pencils and throw them. I hear people talking, but I'm too busy to hear them. I feel hands on me. They are so warm. I stop breathing. I lean into his chest. "Eddie, I'm done, I'm done." I repeat it over and over again. "It's my fault. I did it. It was an accident." Robin and Max walk inside to leave us alone. "It's my fault, Ellie." Eddie says softly. "No, I did this to myself." "I promoted it." He pauses for a long time, "I'm so sorry." He squeezes me so tight. Eddie stands up and walks inside. "Go in my trailer." He demands. I run inside and sit on his bed. Eddie storms in a few moments later. "Help me grab all of this shit," he points to a box. We walk out to the back of Max's trailer. Robin and Max began to make a fire. Eddie opens the box in my hand. I realize it's his drugs. "I'm going to help you." I run inside to my room to grab my box. I open it in front of Eddie. He looks through it and ends up picking up my blade. I look down in shame, but he throws it in the fire. I smile. We throw in all of the boxes. Let me say it smelled awful. Not our best idea, but it's the thought that counts.
I'm clean.
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Sorry i took a massive break lol. i needed to get in line. i got bored of this story and i didn't know what to do.