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Fingers gently ran through her strawberry hair as she slept. Eddie softly hummed a soft version of some metal band she didn’t know as he soothed her nerves. Chrissy had no idea exactly what had happened but she remembered being in Eddie’s trailer and then the next moment she was falling on top of Eddie and the ceiling was covered in vines. He had held her face in his hands caressing her like she was glass. She was so scared and he had rolled them out of the way of a winged bat that came through the ceiling. Next thing she knew they were speeding off in his van.
They currently were hauled up in a cabin that was a friend of Eddie’s awaiting the call from a boy named Dustin. Chrissy had her head on a pillow next to Eddie’s leg and Eddie was gently stroking her hair. Chrissy looked up at the rings on his fingers. Carefully she took his hand in her smaller one and turned his hand over looking at the rings.
The town had believed he was holding Chrissy hostage or something which was ludicrous to her. Eddie was the sweetest, kindest man she had ever met. She couldn’t understand why they thought he was a monster.
“You have some calloused fingers, is that from playing guitar?” She asked looking up at his face. Eddie gave her his signature smile and nodded.
“Years of playing helped mould these babies into guitar playing masters.” He wiggled his fingers admiringly. She thought he was very talented if she remembered correctly.
“What about you? Has cheerleading toughened your hands?” he asked taking hold of her small hand and running the pad of his thumb over the soft skin. Chrissy giggled and turned onto her back.
“No, nothing like that. I do have high endurance though. Having to remember all the moves and choreography, it was hard at first but I worked hard. The extra cardio kept my mom happy with my weight.” She explained subconsciously pulling her shirt down. Eddie noticed but didnt comment. He continued to play with her hair while his other hand still held her soft finger tips.
“Nah you’re perfect the way you are.” He replied softly. Chrissy looked up at Eddie.
This was Eddie Munson, Jason had always declared him a freak and loser. But Eddie was none of those things. He was kind, sweet, caring. Nothing like people said. He released her hand and gently stroked her cheek.
“You are something else Chrissy Cunningham.” He smiled again at her and she felt her heart speed up. What would he do if she leaned up towards him? She wondered. They held that gaze for a moment more, both wondering the same question but both too shy to act on it.
The radio on the coffee table crackled to life and Eddie reached forward grabbing the device. Snapping them out of the little moment.
“Henderson you there?” He asked pressing the reciver.
“Eddie can you hear me?” a voice replied all statically.
“yeah loud and clear man. We’re here.” Eddie said.
He was hopping he and his little band of hobbits had found abything at the school that could help Chrissy.
Chrissy blinked and suddenly she was by herself.
She sat up.
“Eddie?!” she called. The Erie feeling from when she was in the trailer reappeared. She let out a cry realizing she wasn’t alone and there was a ….person standing in the shadows against the wall. The same person who she had seen in the bathroom the day prior.
“Eddie! Eddie!” she yelled running to the door. The door was bolted shut. Chrissy began to panic and hit her fists on the wood paneling.
“Eddie!” she screamed.
Eddie pressed the receiver.
“Say again Henderson you cut out there.” He said.
“don’t……chrissy… fall asleep! Don’t let chrissy fall asleep!” He repeated. Eddie looked down at chrissy and dropped the walkie talkie. Her eyes were staring ahead like they had been back at the trailer.
“Shit. Chrissy? Chrissy wake up. Chrissy wake up now!” He tried to shake her but she didn’t make any movement of waking up.
He grabbed the talkie and hit the receiver. “Henderson, somethings wrong she isn’t waking up she’s just staring ahead.” He explained.
There was a commotion on the other line and Steve Harrington’s voice came through.
“You need to play music! Play something she likes!” He said.
“I’m a bit out of ideas here! Wait. Radio. Henderson I need you to put the walkie up to the radio and turn it to local now!” He said. Eddie had remembered on the way to the trailer she mentioned something about a sing on the local radio station.
Eddie kneeled next to the couch and put the walkie talkie by Chrissys ear.
“Please work.” He prayed.
The sound of a Madonna song came through the speaker.
Chrissy was crying, God she was scared.
The disfigured man held out his long crawl like hand and ran a nail down her face drawing blood. Chrissy let out a sob and suddenly she could hear the sound of music playing, she could hear Eddie’s voice telling her to wake up. The creature growled and pulled back as Chrissy pulled on the door again and this time it opened and she ran through.
She blinked and sat forward, her arms went around Eddie’s neck and the force sent them backwards onto the floor. With her on top of him.
“Oh shit it worked!” He gasped holding her tight. It had worked. The music had woken her up or broke whatever spell thus was.
“Eddie did it work! Is she ok?” Dustin’s voice came through the walkie talkie.
Eddie reached out grasping for the walkie talkie and hit the receiver.
“It worked. She’s back.” He gasped dropping his arm to the floor. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head thanking a God that he didn’t even believe in. He held her as she cried into his white hellfire club shirt.