“what the hell happened to you?” eddie asks as soon as he opens his front door. you’re standing on the old wooden steps, a dark bruise forming on your face. he looks around outside, sees no one, and pulls you inside. it’s been raining, so you’re soaked, your t shirt stuck to your body. he doesn’t even notice you dripping on the carpet. “i think he hit me.” you say to him. you must be in shock. “you think?” eddie asks, using the hair tie on his wrist to tie your hair up in a messy bun so he can see the damage.