{T/W: Sui*cide insinuation}
{Eddie's POV}
I can't even think straight. I don't know for how long I've been pacing back and forth, but I think I am most likely at the two-hour mark. I think there's already a trail in the Wheeler's basement carpet from my boots. I heard Nancy pressing the button on the walkie talkie again.
"Any news Lucas?" I heard her ask and everyone in the room raised their eyes at her, waiting for an answer.
"No, I went there an hour ago, still no signs of her going back." Sinclair actually called me yesterday asking if Y/N was at my place, and when my answer was no, I started calling everyone else. I went over to her house and no lights were on, and I spent my whole night looking all over I could. It seems Nancy asked everyone else if they knew anything at all, and now we were all here, trying to think of where could she be at. My nerves were all over the place, as I ran my hands through my hair, and I am sure I already had a bald spot from how much I've done that the past three hours.
"Eddie, sit for a while." I heard Robin motion for me to sit down and I just sent a look towards her, signaling to not talk to me. My guilt and my fear was eating me alive.
"We already looked everywhere, the school, the woods, the park you talked about, lover's lake... I don't know where else we can search at. I think we have to call the police." Steve said alarmingly and that sent me over the edge, grabbing my pack of cigarettes out of my jacket, as well as the lighter, putting a stick in my lips and lightening it up. I was shaking, I am pretty aware of that, and I saw Nancy's hands shake as she put the device on the table again as she dipped her face in her hands. Mike, Max and Dustin were sitting down while their legs were bouncing up and down, and Gareth and Jeff had gone to do another check all around in my van.
"She just sped off in her car? Did you see any bags of some sort? Anything to signal that she went away from town?" Dustin asked me and I looked at him as I inhaled onto my cigarette, shaking my head, earning a sigh on his part.
"Steve's right... We have to call the police, and Laura." I heard Nancy say into her hands, and I noticed the shakiness in her voice as well. It was already 4 PM on a Saturday, and I really don't' want an investigation on this. I don't want her to have a search party, because those don't bring good news ever. We heard a knock at the front door upstairs and I saw Nancy's head shoot up, frowning and then we all heard Karen's steps as she went to open the door. I was anxious because I was hoping to see her coming down the stairs, telling us she went to an all-inclusive hotel for a day somewhere in Indiana or some shit.
But I never expected to see a disheveled Chrissy Cunningham running down the stairs at full speed with what looked like a shocked expression in her face. Everyone got on their two feet as the girl finally stood in the basement and her eyes roamed the room as she breathed heavily, finally landing onto me. Her eyes widened and she rushed towards me, making me almost fall back. She was trying to talk to me, but she just mumbled and stuttered. I put out my cigarette on the ashtray that was on the table as quickly as I could and I held her arms.
"Chrissy, breathe! What's wrong!?" She tried taking deep breaths and I saw Dustin reaching up and getting hold of one of Chrissy's arms, making her look at him.
"Chrissy... You're with us, just breathe, deeply." Surprisingly, Chrissy mimicked Dustin's actions, as they both breathed in and out as deep as they could and then her eyes went back into mine.
"I need help... She needs help!" She blurts out and my nerves suddenly went on edge, a sharp shiver went all over my body as the word 'She' left Chrissy's mouth.
"What's going on?" Steve approached her and he looked extremely nervous at the state of the girl I was holding and she looked at him, and I saw her eyes glisten as I saw her gulp and look back towards me.
"She-She destroyed his-his car because of what he did to you!" My stomach did a turn at that statement, and I frowned at her.
"What?" I managed to blurt out. I need her to tell me what's going on, because I feel something is not right at all.
"Jason has her in his garage, and she's hurt! Please help me get her out of there! I know that you all might be mad—" And my feet started working, immediately. I looked at Nancy and she was already walking out of the basement. My anger was rising, I could feel it in my fingertips. Did he hit her? He has her kidnapped? I always knew he was a fucking sociopath, but never to this extent.
"Chrissy, go with Nancy, Steve, you drive me." I put my arms around the frame of the girl that was crying in front of me, and I started guiding her out of the basement as my sight was turning redder by the second. If he dared lay a single finger on her, I will not care if he ends up in a coma or some shit. My brain started putting the pieces together, amidst of the anger, and she must have gone to Carver's when I saw her. Fuck, if I had followed her, she wouldn't have gotten red handed or something, because I bet that is what happened.
"LUCAS! SHE IS AT CARVER'S, HE IS HOLDING HER HOSTAGE OR SOME SHIT IN THERE!" I heard Max yell, most likely onto the walkie talkie and that made my feet walk faster towards Nancy's car. Chrissy pulled away from me and nodded as she ran towards the passenger seat. I also saw Robin running out of the house and getting into the back seats. I did a turn and I ran towards Harrington's car, and he was already starting it as I dived into the passenger seat.
"Drive Harrington, for fuck sake, drive, and be ready to throw some punches." I warn him as I tie my hair in a loose ponytail with the bandana around my wrist. He nods at me as he starts driving while Nancy followed right behind us. I will take this matter into my own fucking hands.
"I'm ready for that, but Eddie, don't fucking overdo it—" He warns me and I slam my hand onto the door, angry, panicked and anxious.
"Jason is going to fucking pay for everything he's done to me. Every single fucking thing." And he was gonna. He destroyed everything precious I ever had, which were only two things. My old guitar, and Y/N. He destroyed my trust on her, completely torn it apart, and now he has her in his garage, just because she did the same shit he's done to me.
Holy shit.
My eyes widened. She protected me. She got him back for what he had done to me. I felt my heart beat into my ears as Steve accelerated a bit more. I saw Carver's house at the end of the street and I looked around the car to see if there were any weapons available to then turn to Steve.
"Harrington, any tools we can use?" I asked him and he shook his head at me and I cursed under my breath. Fuck, I ran quickly out of the house and I didn't even think of grabbing a bat. I frowned when I saw a few cars parked outside and Steve pulled over so we could get out as quickly as possible. I ran towards the garage door, and grabbed onto the handle, trying to pull it up but it was no fucking use. She was on the other side and I would have to go in from another way, meaning, the inside of this fucker's house. I saw Steve approaching me, and I banged onto the garage door.
"Y/N! WE KNOW SHE'S IN THERE CARVER!" I yelled and I headed towards the front door to bang on it as hard as I could. Steve followed right behind. I heard some yelling inside the house and without wasting another second I slammed myself in, and I marched towards said voices. In the living room stood Patrick, Andy and Jason. Their eyes focused on me and I rushed towards Carver, grabbing him by the collar, slamming him onto the wall. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?"
"Get the fuck off Munson!" I heard Andy yell and I immediately heard a punch being thrown, making me look to my side, seeing Steve breathing heavily with a pained Andy grabbing his jaw on the floor. I turned to look at Jason again and his eyes didn't seem angry, or anything like that. They seemed worried of some sort.
"Get me to the fucking garage Carver." He shook his head and I groaned, and I just wanted to kill him. I needed to destroy him. I gave a step backwards for him to get off the wall for just a second and then I slammed him again, harshly, knocking the air out of his lungs.
"Patrick!" Jason yelled between the chokes and Patrick approached me with his hands up in the air.
"I let her go..." He said to me and I frowned at him and went back to look at Jason. I don't believe shit.
"If you don't tell me where she is Carver, I will rip your testicles out." I warned him between teeth and he looked at me as my grip on his collar tightened making him choke slightly.
"I don't know! Patrick opened the garage door for her! You can raid my fucking house but Munson, we have to go look for her!" What the actual fuck is this son of a bitch saying?
"What is going on? We came here because we know you were holding her in your garage!" Steve yelled and Patrick nodded with a worried look on his face and gulped.
"Yes! And I didn't agree with what Jason was doing and let her go, and Jason was yelling at me just now because—" And he cut himself off as he breathed heavily and I turned to look at Jason again.
"I am no fucking murderer Munson, I just wanted her to make the car go back to how it previously was... But—" I heard his breath shake between the jagged breaths and I gulped nervously because nothing was sounding okay at the moment, nothing was easing my nerves. I loosened my grip on his collar to be able to let him talk. "I said really fucked up shit to her, seriously fucked up... We need to go look for her." My eyes were just staring into his soul, wondering what could have been said for him to be shaking nervously in my grasp, with a worried expression in his eyes.
"What the fuck did you say to her...?" I asked him, my fear for the answer only growing and I felt my soul leave my body as he replied to me.
"I told her that she could drop dead tomorrow, and nobody would care. Not even her Nana... Not even you." And I couldn't hold it in, I immediately swung an arm and punched him square in the face. He grunted and coughed as he moved his whole face to gain back his senses. When his eyes returned to look at me, I swung again, punching him in the same place. I felt my anger taking control of me, I wanted him dead. How could he say something like that to her? She is so broken, she was so lonely before I met her, how could he do this? How could he use her trauma to hurt her? I felt my arm being grabbed and I snapped my head to look at the person holding me and saw Steve's worried expression.
"We have to find her Eddie, calm down, focus!" I was shaking in anger and I finally let go of Carver. I broke his cheekbone, definitely. I didn't hold back on my strength. It was all the pent up anger, and the newly added one, and I could have punched him more. I wanted to destroy him. I saw Patrick rushing to Jason's side as Andy slowly got up, holding his jaw still while glaring at us.
"Let me go with you, please." Jason asked us and I didn't even care, I just rushed out of the house and towards Steve's car once again, my nerves going crazy once again, even worse than this morning's.
"We're going to her place!" I heard Steve yell and I nodded at that and Nancy's headlights turned on once again. I got into the passenger's seat as Steve rushed in to the driver's seat to start the car and start driving towards Y/N's house. I saw another pair of lights following us, and I was holding to the car's door handle, my knuckles going white as I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down.
"She-She's going to be fine!" I heard Steve trying to reassure me, but that made me even more nervous than before. I saw her house coming into view, and I gulped heavily as Steve finally parked the car as well as Nancy and the car behind it. Chrissy was the first one to bolt out of the car as well as me and Carver. I slammed myself onto the front door, opening it in one swing.
"I'll go upstairs!" Chrissy yelled, running up the stairs as quickly as she could and I nodded, rushing towards the kitchen. The bottles were intact as I saw yesterday, and my anxiety was growing because that meant that she probably wasn't here. I then ran towards the living room and saw Carver looking around as well. He didn't have any weapons on him, and his brows were that of a worried look. I ran towards the dining room, finding it empty as well, and then into the bathrooms that were on the bottom floor. Shit. Shit. Shit. She's not here, and we're losing time.
"Nothing in her garage!" I heard Jason yell as he closed a door. I stared at him and that's when we heard Chrissy's scream. My blood went cold, my whole body grew a sweat, and my stomach turned. No. No. No. I turned and rushed towards the stairs, going up. I looked into Y/N's room and saw no one in there. I looked all over as I heard steps behind me and I saw Laura's bedroom door open. I felt my heart beating into my ears as I ran towards the open door, and I almost fell to my knees at the sight, feeling my heart shatter in a million pieces. I had to hold myself up on the doorframe for balance.
She was lying on the bed, face down, and an arm was dropped to the side. The horrible part of this image, was the orange pill bottle that she was holding on that dropped hand. Chrissy was standing next to her as she brushed hair out of Y/N's face.
I feel like the sky simply fell on me, and the ground gave up on my feet.
"She's breathing! Help!" I heard Chrissy yell and that was enough for me to make my legs work as well as the person behind me.
"Take her to the hospital!" I heard Jason yell, and he rushed downstairs again, as I turned her around on the bed and I saw the gauze on her forehead, the cut cheekbone, the busted eyebrow... I felt my eyes burn from the anger and the sadness that was filling my gut, my heart, my soul. I cupped her in my arms, one under the back of her knees, the other on her shoulders, and I lifted her up from the bed. Chrissy was sobbing as we rushed out of the room, and down the stairs. I ran outside and I could see Steve's expression change as he started the car once again. I saw Nancy covering her mouth, eyes with tears as she shook her head desperately and Robin ran a hand through her hair with a pained look in her face. I rushed into the back of Steve's car, and we were already on the road as I hugged her small frame against my body, rocking back and forth. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. I heard her breathing, it was slow, but steady. I felt a tear roll down from my cheek, as I mumbled against her forehead.
"What did you do darling?"
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End of chapter 55
A/N: Welp, we've had a good run,
JK we have way more. Don't worry, but heeeeey, at least we finally got some dramaaaaaaaaa
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