Eddie

I have no idea why I'm actually here. It's pretty clear that Angie's not my biggest fan, but I just got this feeling in my gut that's telling me I need to be here tonight. I'm getting stared at by everyone I pass by. They all know that this isn't my scene and I'm most definitely not welcome here, especially not after my rant the other day at school. Once I find her and settle the weird feeling I have, I'll leave.

Once I make it into the main room, I start looking around for her. I see her friend, Sarah, and I know that she's usually stuck by the hip to her, so I guess that's a good place to start. "Hey," I say, trying to get Sarah's attention. "I'm looking for Angie, have you seen her anywhere?"

Sarah turns to me and immediately curls her lip up, looking at me like I'm shit on the bottom of her shoe. "Uh, why the fuck would I tell you where Angie is? Last I knew, she didn't talk to freaks. And why are you even here? Get out of my house, and please, never come back." With that, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her group of friends.

"Whatever," I couldn't think of anything else to say. She was right, I don't know why I felt like I needed to check on someone who couldn't even give me the time of day. Like I said, it was just this weird gut feeling that something wasn't right. As much as I wanted to get the hell out of here and go meet up with the guys, I needed to see her first, just to make sure.

As I was walking away from Sarah, I saw one of the other girls from their friend group staring at me. She was the really quiet one, acted like a little mouse, always scurrying away from people. It was strange to see her hang around this group, but maybe they felt sorry for her. Right now, though, why they hung out with her didn't matter, because she widened her eyes when she saw me and tried to take off. I jogged to catch up to her and lightly grabbed her elbow and turned her to face me. "Hey, hey, hey," I said, trying to keep my voice low. "What's the rush?"

"Um, nothing, there's no rush." Her eyes were bouncing back and forth, but I couldn't tell if she was looking at someone or just avoiding looking at me.

She knew something. She was close enough to hear me asking Sarah where Angie was. "Well I was just looking for Angie is all. I've looked around and haven't been able to find her, and she was supposed to be here tonight. Do you know where I could find her?"

She was looking around again, still not meeting my eyes, "Uh, no, sorry… I, uh, haven't seen her," at this point, the poor girl was starting to look white as a sheet, but there was something about the way she was acting that was too strange, even for her.

I leaned my face in closer to hers and whispered, "Listen. It's Amanda, right? Amanda, I have a weird feeling, that's why I came here. I hardly even know Angie, really she probably thinks the same thing about me that you do, that I'm a freak devil worshipper," I couldn't help but crack a small smile at that. I quickly dropped the smile before this poor girl gets scared and tries to take off again. "So anyway, I just want to check on her and make sure that this feeling I've got is all in my head. Then I'll leave, honest." I tried to hit her with what I thought would be a charming smile, and she just stared at me for a few seconds.

I watched as she took a deep breath, "Okay," she said, "You can't tell anyone I told you this if you get caught. If I lose this friend group…" she stared off again for a minute before shaking her head clear. "Well, that doesn't matter. I, uh, I saw Angie go off earlier. She looked pretty drunk, but Chris was helping her up the stairs. I thought he was just going to lay her down, but they've both been gone for a while. He's liked her for a while, and I just thought, well… she's seemed stressed lately. Maybe she decided to let him, you know…"

Eddie nodded his head, but deep down, his gut was churning. She was drunk, and the school's biggest douche carried her away into a room by herself. Without saying a word to her, I dropped Amanda's arm and started up the stairs. I started opening each door, checking to see if she was in them. The ones that were locked got kicked in, I wasn't worried about the consequences now. Ever since hearing Amanda say that Angie was up here alone with Chris, the alarm bells in my head had been ringing non-stop.

At the second to last door, I heard a small whimper coming from inside. The door was locked, and I knocked it down in one swift kick, finding Angie in and out of consciousness, using what little strength she had to hold Chris's chest back, and that big, creepy asshole had his pants down, trying to take hers off. He looked back and his face went a deep shade of red, "What the fuck, freak? Get the fuck out!" he yelled.

I charged over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. I threw him out into the hallway, where he fell back against the wall, knocking down what I was sure were insanely expensive pieces of art. I didn't care. My vision was red at this point, so I followed this prick down to the ground and started swinging. My entire focus was on killing this would-be rapist pig. I felt arms wrap around my body, and eventually I was pulled off of him.

My chest was heaving and my heart was racing. There was a large group formed around Chris's bloody body. I wanted to go back at him again, but whoever was holding me was too strong for me to break away from, even with the help of all this adrenaline. Once my breathing slowed a little, the arms released me. When my ears stopped pounding, I was able to hear people in the crowd yelling, "What the hell happened? Why is Munson here, and why did he just try to kill Campbell?"

I wanted everyone to know. I wanted them to know what kind of person they hung out with. I wanted them to know what they were allowing to happen. While they were downstairs, knowing that he had brought Angie up here drunk, this was happening, and nobody cared. "He," I yelled, pointing at the bleeding piece of shit on the ground, "Was just in that bedroom, trying to RAPE your so-called friend!" I pointed to the bedroom, where the door was still open enough that you could see Angie laying on the bed, passed out and oblivious to everything that was going on. "You're all just as sick as he is!"

I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed Angie off of the bed. As I was walking down the stairs with her in my arms, I heard someone run up behind me, "Where do you think you're taking her, freak? Put her down! You think just because you crashed my party and found her there that you can just take her?" Sarah was screaming while pulling at the back of my jacket. I turned around and stared into her eyes.

"Do I think I can just take her? Out of a party where not one of you is sober enough to bring her somewhere safe? Or should I leave her here, put her back in the bedroom maybe? Give another guy the chance to sneak in there? Not happening. Try to stop me, sweetheart." I scoffed at her.

As I was talking, Angie opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Eddie?" She whispered in question. "Is that you?" She raised her hand up to put it on my face but fell back asleep before she could bring it up high enough. I held her a little tighter and continued walking down the stairs and out the door. I placed Angie down gently in the passenger seat of my van before walking around and getting into my side. Shit, now what?