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The Service Of Dedication

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I'm really sorry for all the late chapters. Moving into a house is a lot more stressful and time consuming than I ever thought it would be. I've been in for nearly a week and I still haven't unpacked everything😭

Anyway -

Enjoy, My Munson Babies <3

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EDDIE MUNSON
I wasn't AWARE of the impact Kim would have on my life. I hadn't the slightest clue, all the way back when, that Kim would potentially be the reason for my DOWNFALL.
I loved her, with all my heart, my soul and mind. There was no doubt about that, no two ways; however, she seemed to caused me more STRESS than comfort or solace. Was that how relationships were supposed to be?. Was that how mine and Kim's relationship was always destined to be?.

This plan of ours had made me wonder just how much Kim was worth it, how much our relationship was worth. I wasn't coward enough to deny that I was having second thoughts, because if I lost my life, my children lost their father.

I didn't want that for them. I didn't want them to grow up in a world that I had to grow up in; one parent dead whilst the other continued to be a massive fucking screw up.

So, as I sat doubting myself, doubting whether love was supposed to be like this, Kathleen and Steve gathered every ounce of information that they thought could possibly lead to helping the police in this so called 'investigation' of theirs.

If they had to get a bunch of 28 year olds to help them catch a bunch of criminals, then I feared for the town.

We weren't the brightest of the bunch, bar Kathleen. So, just me and Steve. Well, mainly just Steve.

"Surely this is enough!." Steve called out from a pile of papers he'd endulged himself into, sitting back on his knees and huffing out, his face flushed red with heat.

"It's not about it being enough, Steve." Kathleen muttered from the dining table of the open apartment, a neat pile of information to her side. "It needs to be damming."

Steve slammed the papers down on the coffee table in front of me, frustration evident on his face. "I don't understand how this isn't damming enough!" he exclaimed. "We have files, letters, documents, all detailing exactly what TOPS is doing. How much more do we need?"

Kathleen shot me a look, a silent signal for me to step in and mediate.

I took a deep breath and turned to Steve, my voice calm yet firm. "It's not just about finding something damming," I said. "We need to make sure that what we give the police is irrefutable. They have to see that we're not messing around and that we're serious about dealing with TOPS." Steve huffed and slumped down onto the sofa, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Look." Kathleen said after me, standing from the dining table and walking over to the sofas with her small pile of evidence. "Let's just take a look at what we've gathered so far, and decide from there, okay?." Her eyes flickered from Steve's to mine, back to Steve's and then back to me.

Steve let out a deep sigh and nodded, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, okay." he mumbled.

I shifted in my seat, trying to calm the swirling thoughts in my head, and gestured for Kathleen to take the lead as I sighed, running a hand through my hair.