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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 14

Ok, I have to just say the comments left on the last chapter were so ridiculously sweet that I nearly cried reading them. I have spent my entire life writing and never really let anybody read what I have written so to get such kind and enthusiastic responses means so much to me. I really appreciate all of your answers to my question on the last chapter. I’m thinking what I’ll do is probably keep the serious smut to a minimum within this fic. I want to include it for those who are interested/enjoy reading it but I don’t want this to become only about the smutty chapters. I really like writing the plot and interactions between the characters, so the majority of this fic will focus on that, with a few little smutty moments sprinkled in for funsies. Anyway, that’s enough rambling. It’s time to get to the chapter!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader frets over Eddie’s whereabouts as more is revealed about what happened in the Munson’s trailer the previous night.

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: Angst, fluff, mentions of crime scenes/dead bodies. Also, there will be mentions of Anton Levay, the founder of the Church of Satan and Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker) in relation to the Satanic Panic of the 80′s and 90′s. I want to put this disclaimer in here just to say that in no way do I believe that the Church of Satan takes part in human/animal sacrifice or devil worshipping. I actually low-key really agree with their beliefs even though Anton Levay was pretty skeezy. In case you don’t know, Richard Ramirez became known as the Night Stalker after breaking into several homes and attacking people as they slept over 1984-1985 in California. He was eventually convicted of 13 counts of murder, 5 counts of attempted murder, 11 sexual assaults, and 14 burglaries. In short, he’s a wet gym sock of a human being. I just wanted to put some background info in here so y’all know what I’m talking about when I reference certain things.

Chapter 14

The longer I watched the news that morning, I harder I had to fight to keep the tears from flowing out of my eyes. A Hawkins High School student had been found dead in one of the trailers in Forrest Hill trailer park. The tv camera zoomed in on the trailer in question as the reported filled in the few details the police could release about the case. As the camera moved closer in towards the trailer I couldn’t deny that I knew exactly which trailer that was.

“It’s his,” I whispered to Dustin, who sat next to me on the couch.

“You don’t know that,” Dustin said.

“Yes I do,” I said. “I’ve been to that trailer more times than I can count. It’s his,”

“That doesn’t mean he’s dead,” Dustin said.

“But if another person was found dead in his trailer than what does that mean?” I asked. “Why haven’t they said anything about him?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin said.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door and both of us jumped. Dustin got up and opened the front door. Max Mayfield stood on the front porch looking worried and serious.

“We need to talk,” she said, pushing her way through the doorway.

Dustin nodded and the two of them disappeared down the hallway and went into Dustin’s room. The news covered the supposed murder for another half an hour. Dustin and Max still hadn’t come out of his bedroom. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to call Eddie. The phone rang several times and then finally his uncle picked up.

“Mr. Munson,” I said.

“Y/N,” Wayne said. “I figured you’d call at some point,”

“I’m so sorry to be bothering you,” I said. “But is Eddie there?”

I heard Wayne sigh over the phone. “I was really hoping he’d be with you,”

“The body was in your trailer,” I said, it wasn’t really a question.

“I found her this morning,” Wayne said. “I don’t know her name. She’s one of the cheerleaders,”

I felt the air rush out of my lungs as he said this. It seemed like my whole world had stopped moving. It was Chrissy. The dead student was Chrissy. I couldn’t think of anything to say to Wayne, but he spoke for me.

“He didn’t do this,” he said. “Eddie, I mean,”

I took a deep breath. “I know,” I said.

“He couldn’t hurt a fly if he tried,” Wayne said.

“I know,” I said.

“You know what they’re going to do to him though don’t you?” Wayne asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly confused.

“They’re gonna make it out like this was some kind of devil worship because he’s got long hair and tattoos and listens to that metal music.” Wayne said. “Satanic Panic. Ever since that Lavay fella painted his house black up in San Francisco and that Night Stalker yelled ‘hail Satan’ it’s all the news can talk about. The devil’s coming to get ya. And now they’re gonna use it to make Eddie out to be a murderer,”

“I won’t let that happen,” I said.

“Neither will I,” Wayne said. There was a pause between us. “You ever need anything give me a call,”

“I will,” I said. “Thank you,”

“Of course,” Wayne said. “I’ll talk to you later,”

“Goodbye,” I said.

I hung up the phone just as Dustin and Max stepped out of the bedroom. They looked worried but also excited. Dustin shouted something to his mom and then left the house with Max.

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I had to work that morning. I felt numb as I tugged on my green Family Video vest. When I walked into the store, I found Steve and Robin mid-conversation. They immediately stopped talking when I walked in and concern washed over their faces.

“How are you?” Robin asked as I walked behind the counter. “We just saw the news,”

“As good as you could expect, “ I said. “But I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You don’t have ot be,” Steve said. “We totally could handle it,”

“I don’t think I can bare to sit at my house all day. I need the distraction,” I said.

Robin pulled me into a tight hug and then I felt Steve give me a pat on the back.

The morning was quiet. Nobody was going to come in and rent a movie after a body was discovered in Hawkins. It was like the town just couldn’t catch a break. So many awful things had happened in the last few years. There was talk that a curse had been placed over Hawkins. I didn’t quite believe in curses but there was definitely something wrong here.

As morning turned to afternoon, Dustin and Max came rushing into the store. Dustin didn’t hesitate - he approached Steve at the counter and immediately started questioning him on how many phones we had in the store. When Steve and Robin confirmed we had three phones, Dustin threw his bag over the counter and quickly cleared it.

“What are you doing?” Steve cried as Dustin rushed to the computer.

“We’re setting up base of operations,” Dustin said.

“For what?” I asked.

“We’re looking for Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin said. He turned to Max and asked. “Would you please fill them in already?”

“Why are you two looking for Eddie?” I asked.

Dustin and Max suddenly both looked at me and then glanced at each other.

“And what is there to be filled in on?” I asked. Everyone was staring at me now, even Robin and Steve. “What the hell guys? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Oh boy,” Dustin said. “This gonna take more time than I thought,”

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The four of them then spent the next hour or so filling me in on what has really been going on in Hawkins for the last three years. They explained that Mike’s girlfriend in California was actually a scientific experiment, worked on in Hawkins lab. They told me how Will didn’t really get lost in the woods, but instead was taken to an alternate universe by a monster they referred to as the demogorgon. Nancy’s friend Barb Holland was also taken that same year but she never made it out. They explained that the fire at the Starcourt wasn’t a fire at all. Police Chief Jim Hopper and Max’s older brother Billy were both victims of yet another attempt at a gate to the alternate universe they called the Upside Down being opened. In order to remain anonymous and out of danger, the Byers had moved to California with Jane, who they actually called Eleven or El. And they now thought that Chrissy Cunningham was the latest victim of the monsters of the Upside Down. How we could use that to prove Eddie’s innocence, I had no clue, but at least I knew for certain he had nothing to do with Chrissy’s death.

We spent the rest of the afternoon calling all of Eddie’s friends. Eventually, Max came up with a lead. She told us we needed to look for a Reefer Rick, who was Eddie’s supplier.

“Oh my God,” I said, smacking my forehead. “How could I not have thought of him.”

“You know him?” Dustin asked.

“No, but Eddie’s mentioned going there a few times,” I said.

“Do you know where he lives?” Steve asked.

“No,” I said. “Nobody really does, except Eddie. Sometimes he would crash there before we started going out,”

Robin then got the brilliant idea to search the name Rick in the store computer. We scanned through histories of movie rentals of a few Ricks before finding the history that most obviously was that of a stoner. Robin looked at the account and found the address. We were out of that store faster than lightning strikes in a thunderstorm.

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It was dark by the time we got to Reefer Rick’s. It was an old looking house out by Lover’s Lake. We stood on the porch knocking and calling out to Eddie. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we waited for someone, anyone, to answer the door. Then Robin noticed a boathouse closer to the water. We moved as a crowd to the smaller shack and slowly poked our heads in.

Flashlight beams were the only thing that lit the dark room. On the walls were various fishing supplies. In the middle of the room, the floor opened up to the water below it. The light of our flashlights reflected off it and threw curly lines around the walls. While Steve started poking around with an oar, Robin, Max, and I investigated the rest of the room. We found a pile of wrappers from candy and chips. There was a cigarette butt on the floor.

“Somebody was here,” Max said.

“Eddie was here,” I said.

Then from behind us suddenly, I heard the tarp over the boat being rustled. There was a crash and then Eddie was before us, pushing Steve against the wall with what looked like a broken bottle held to his throat.

“EDDIE!” We all cried.

Dustin tried his best to deescalate Eddie, but he wasn’t having much luck. I stepped closer to my boyfriend. “Eddie,” I said, softly. “Eddie, it’s me. Put the bottle down. We’re here to help you. We know you’re innocent.” I paused. “I know you’re innocent. Baby, tell me what happened.”

Eddie looked at me through the corner of his eye. I saw his grip on the bottle loosen. I stepped closer to him and reached my hand out slowly. “Eddie, put it down. I want to help you, but you have to put that down. Eddie, tell me about Chrissy,”

I touched my hand gently to his arm. He flinched at the contact like a wild animal. He held the bottle to Steve’s throat for a second more and then dropped it suddenly. Before I could think, Eddie’s arms were around me and he was pulling me against him tightly. The air was knocked from my lungs as Eddie lifted me up to my tip toes. I wrapped my arms around him in return and stroked at his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, and I could hear the sob fighting it’s way out of his throat. “I’m so so sorry,”

“It’s ok,” I said, “Shhh, it’s ok. I’m here now. It’s going to be ok,”

“I was so scared,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said. “But we’re going to protect you. I will protect you,”

“Not to break up the reunion,” Dustin said. “But Eddie, we’ve gotta talk,”

Eddie and I broke apart, but Eddie held my hand tightly in his. “You think I killed Chrissy Cunningham?”

“No, actually,” Dustin said.

“But we might know who did,” Max said.

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