𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

70. The Dive

March 25, 1986

The old wooden bench creaked as Eddie stood up suddenly. His heart pounding hard against his chest, his ears rang loudly as he backed up into the corner of the small jail cell he was currently sharing with the other prisoners.

He could feel Hopper's eyes on him as he watched the cell door being thrown open by the two guards. He felt panic rise, his palms became clammy, even in this god-forsaken weather.

He felt used and beaten. He worried he and Hopper wouldn't make it home. He worried he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to the love of his life. He worried that he would never bee able to see him again.

He felt his head being pushed as he trailed behind Hopper like his life depended on it. In reality, Eddie knew that it did.

"This is it, Americans. I truly hope that you two are ready for this." Enzo spoke softly, Eddie jumped somewhat from the sudden voice. But, he only remained confused and shaken. He didn't understand what was going on.

But he did as he was told.

If he remained obedient, like he was taught to do all of his life, he may make it out of here alive. But a frown made its way onto his face. He knew deep down that there was no way he would be making it out of here alive. He figured he would be lucky enough if he made it into a casket. But even that seemed doubtful.

It walked into the building walking in between Hopper and Enzo; cigarettes burning was the first thing he smelt.

The smell of nicotine and smoke only reminded him of one thing, Richie.

If he was back home be immediately would have gagged and begged Richie to go outside. But now, he couldn't get enough of it. He breathed in deeply through his nose. His lungs expanding to allow the smell to get into his lungs.

His pupils somewhat enlarged, especially once he saw a large table littered with food and candles. The lighting casting an orange and yellow glow onto his face. It felt much more peaceful, more relaxed.

Hopper and Eddie sat down at the end of the table. The others immediately began shoving food into their mouths.

Eddie looked at the food reluctantly. He didn't feel like he deserved to be eating right now. Hopper seemed to be having the same thought process. But instead, he poured himself some alcohol. He looked at the bottle before passing it off the Eddie.

He hands wrapped around the slender rim. He never had a sip of alcohol before. Even though the losers always attempted to get him to have some. He always thought he should wait until he was old enough. However, that faded away as he twisted the cap off and swallowed a large amount of the liquid. His throat burned and the taste was bitter.

His eyes squeezed tightly together as he grimaced. He is couldn't help but slam the bottle onto the table, trying to hold back a cough. "God, how can you drink this shit?" He mumbled more to himself.

"Нам предстоит большая битва." (We have a big fight ahead of us.) The youngest of the men turned his head. The confusion setting in.

"О чем ты говоришь?" (What are you talking about?) Eddie questioned, the other men becoming curious as well.