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cheerybomb'Cleared of murder charges' didn't mean forgiven, and back from the dead didn't mean free from suspicion. But after multiple rounds of questioning -both together and alone- and signing of affidavits, and really everything short of a lie detector test, their story was finally believed. Or at the very least, agreed upon as believed. Because while their story was believable, it wasn't airtight, and there were things they couldn't explain, like the body.
But even so the charges against Eddie had been dropped and Chrissy's death certificate had been voided.
She had expected that Eddie's friends would go along with the story, once they'd heard it, and they had, but what she hadn't expected was that the cheer squad would go along with it, too, and the fact that they were willing, and in some cases even eager, to go along with the story of Eddie having rescued her from whatever Jason had been planning after the championship win, should have raised concerns about things they might have actually overheard from him.
But she didn't ask because she didn't actually want to know, and it didn't really matter, since Jason definitely wasn't coming back.
She'd also expected that her mother would ban her from talking to Eddie, though she'd thought they might still be able to get away with it at school, they both had a senior year to finish after all, except that Chrissy wasn't going to be attending in person, she was going to be doing home study 'like some kind of delinquent'. Which apparently came with bars on her bedroom window -a decorative faux-trellis, but definitely bars- for safety reasons, and really everything short of hourly bed checks during the night.
Not that Chrissy had ever used her bedroom window to sneak out, she'd used her bathroom window, and that one was, at least for the time being, still unbarred.
But what Laura Cunningham hadn't taken into account, was that Amber -from the cheer squad, who had graciously offered to bring Chrissy her assignments each week and drop them off for her, just so that Mrs. Cunningham didn't have to worry about it herself- had sometime in the chaos of the past few weeks, started dating Jeff of the Hellfire Club.
Which meant that even if Amber didn't speak to Eddie directly, she was still able to pass along notes, and she did. The most recent one was simple: Friday, 10pm, Lover's Lake dock..
It had been weeks, and Chrissy had been careful and quiet and perfectly penitent, and she was about ready to tear her hair out, she needed even just a few minutes out of the house, and being able to see Eddie would be a bonus.
But even so the charges against Eddie had been dropped and Chrissy's death certificate had been voided.
She had expected that Eddie's friends would go along with the story, once they'd heard it, and they had, but what she hadn't expected was that the cheer squad would go along with it, too, and the fact that they were willing, and in some cases even eager, to go along with the story of Eddie having rescued her from whatever Jason had been planning after the championship win, should have raised concerns about things they might have actually overheard from him.
But she didn't ask because she didn't actually want to know, and it didn't really matter, since Jason definitely wasn't coming back.
She'd also expected that her mother would ban her from talking to Eddie, though she'd thought they might still be able to get away with it at school, they both had a senior year to finish after all, except that Chrissy wasn't going to be attending in person, she was going to be doing home study 'like some kind of delinquent'. Which apparently came with bars on her bedroom window -a decorative faux-trellis, but definitely bars- for safety reasons, and really everything short of hourly bed checks during the night.
Not that Chrissy had ever used her bedroom window to sneak out, she'd used her bathroom window, and that one was, at least for the time being, still unbarred.
But what Laura Cunningham hadn't taken into account, was that Amber -from the cheer squad, who had graciously offered to bring Chrissy her assignments each week and drop them off for her, just so that Mrs. Cunningham didn't have to worry about it herself- had sometime in the chaos of the past few weeks, started dating Jeff of the Hellfire Club.
Which meant that even if Amber didn't speak to Eddie directly, she was still able to pass along notes, and she did. The most recent one was simple: Friday, 10pm, Lover's Lake dock..
It had been weeks, and Chrissy had been careful and quiet and perfectly penitent, and she was about ready to tear her hair out, she needed even just a few minutes out of the house, and being able to see Eddie would be a bonus.
