you thought eddie was gonna kill you. strangle you, you’d hoped. you showed up to hellfire with your shirt bedazzled, covered in rhinestones. you’d cut it off, too, it now hung off your shoulder and didn’t cover your stomach all the way. he practically growls. “what the hell did you do?” he asks. he meets you right in the doorway, grabbing your wrist and pulling you aside. the other members of the club watch in silence. you’ve been egging eddie on for weeks. he’s always favored you, but it looks like he snapped. “you brat!” he exclaims