𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 || STEVE HARRINGTON

CHAPTER i.

Sarah.

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SARAH! I'm gonna come and get ya!" Y/N jumped off the tree branch, to find her little sister, Sarah Hopper, who was running away from her. As Y/N turned around, she found her dad, Jim Hopper to direct him to pick up little Sarah from the brittle leaves on a cool autumn morning at the park.

Hopper grunted as he picked the girl up, "Gotcha!" And began to tickle her in the air. Diana caught up with the three most loved people in her family while Y/N hugged her mom from the side.

"Dada!" Sarah giggled hysterically, her insides began to hurt from the laughter. Jim created a deep voice and seemed to see Sarah frantically change her mood, starting to hyperventilate and become somewhat frightened, watching something from afar.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jim cautions, steadying Sarah in his arms, their mom looked awfully worried about the odd reaction Sarah was in.

Diane watched her little girl panting heavily, seeing something in the open, "Are you okay?" Hopper set her down back onto the ground level, Y/N crept closer to her sister.

As Sarah looked from right to left in such rapid movements, it became a concern, she seemed frightened of something, "Relax."

"Remember deep breaths," Y/N held Sarah's hand to help her calm down as Hopper began to instruct Sarah to breathe slowly. Inhaling and exhaling, the four of them seemed to be back to normal.

What had happened to little Sarah, maybe an anxiety attack the doctors could claim. Maybe something supernatural? Who knows.........

"DAD I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" A girl with (H/C) hair, yelled meanwhile tying her hair up into a ponytail, as she slid her black jacket over into her arms, breathing in the tobacco-filled air at the cramped trailer near the Hawkins Lake. She was in such demand to hurry to school after sleeping in from finishing a tremendous amount of schoolwork given by the "asshole" teachers she called that attended at the local Hawkins High. Pushing away the leftover cans of beer on the muddy carpet, she settled out the door where she impatiently waited for her father, Jim Hopper.

It is November 7th, 1983.

Jim drowsily trudged across the living room after his long shower, lighting up a cigarette in his ruffled cop uniform. Watching annoyingly, the girl tightened her grip onto the backpack's strap flung over her left shoulder. He saw his daughter's body language, signaling she was in a terrible mood already to begin with the morning, wearily grabbing the keys from the kitchen counter and tossing them in the air, "So.........."

Her face hardened and crinkled her nose, "Dad are you being serious-"

"What?" Jim groaned, opening the front door for her to go through, the girl walking outside before him, feeling the frigid air, almost frost-biting their noses in the morning light, "Y/N you gotta understand-"

"Understand what, dad?" Y/N snapped back, walking to the car door, waiting for it to be open for her to go inside, "That you're not even responsible enough to take your daughter to school on time?"

Even more cranky, he opens the door to let them both inside, riveting the car engine before driving off into the broad street near the trailer homes, "It's not like that...... it's other responsibilities we have you know? Like........."

Jim noticed the girl not paying attention and dozing off into her window, feeling a sense of guilt slowly turn him to realize. The drive over to the school was silent, quiet, eerie, or in other words, tense-full. Honestly, the family everyone had wasn't like their old family where everyone was content, family gatherings, family anything was just so memorable between them. Slowly drifting apart, and yeah, we get it, Y/N is in her sophomore year in high school, she's all grown up. Just never the same, independency and being alone or..... leaving each other, was different. Never the same.