Princess. Stranger things x reader (will Byers x female reader)

3. The Investigation

(Your POV)

Joyce looked up at her son, Jonathan who was standing in the doorway and reassured me that it was okay and that I could trust him. She explained to him that she found me at castle Byers and repeated our conversation back to him. Jonathan looked scared, almost worried.

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Joyce gave me some of her old jeans  to wear from when she was young as well as one of Will's old t-shirts and one of Jonathan's flannel shirts to wear over the top because it was cold. I smiled. I had never owned or worn clothes that were not a stupid hospital gown before.

I looked in the mirror and smiled
"Pretty..." I said softly to myself.

Jonathan sat down with me on the couch while Joyce was on the phone with someone called Cynthia, she sounded annoyed and frustrated.

I was helping Jonathan make missing posters for Will. He had to explain what a missing poster was but I understood soon enough and began to help.

Joyce slammed the phone down yelling. "BITCH!"

I jumped at the sudden noise and Jonathan put a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Mom!" Jonathan said quite loudly.
"What?" Joyce asked frustration on her face.

I went into her head, I saw what she was thinking. It was a horrible man that was yelling at her and she was screaming back. Lonnie, her ex-husband.

I saw all the memories flood through her brain like water, the yelling and screaming and tears were all so overwhelming.

I saw Will in her head too. I felt all the concern that washed over her, she was scared, worried, sad. She felt alone and felt guilty because she felt alone which she wasn't.

"You have to stay calm," Jonathan said trying to calm Joyce down.
She chuckled as if to say 'if it was only that easy.'

She started to dial a number into the phone again and ignored Jonathan completely.

"Bitch?" I asked Jonathan curiosity laced into my words.
He looked at me wide-eyed.
"She's just angry....bitch it's something you say when you're angry or you say it to someone you don't like but it's a bad word and you shouldn't say it."
I nodded understanding.

Joyce was still talking on the phone, she was angry. She slammed the phone down twice and I jumped again.

"Damn it damn it!" She screamed and she looked like she could just cry and cry for hours.
"Mom?" Jonathan asked in a questioning tone because we heard a car approach.
"What?" Joyce responded harshly.
"Cops..." he replied.

We all ran outside to see the chief of police arrive with wills bike. He gave me a questioning look as my head was shaved. I glared back at him.
Joyce looked horrified and Jonathan stood mouth open.

We walked back inside and Joyce questioned Hopper. I tried to disappear into the background because there were too many people crowded around us.

We started walking around the house and Joyce and Jonathan asked hopper questions about Will, about his bike. 
"Who's the kid?" He asked Joyce while gesturing at me.

We made the other cops investigate outside and we all sat around the dining table. Joyce explained everything to Hopper and he didn't take his eyes off me.

"What the hell does she mean bad?" Hopper questioned Joyce as if this was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

I pointed a handgun at my head and then went around the table pointing it at everyone else's.

Hopper gave Joyce a questioning look and she shrugged taking a drag from her cigarette.

" papa....bad, very very bad. No home." I said slowly but sternly not breaking eye contact with the chief sitting across from me.

I turned over my wrist and showed him the 005 and pointed to myself just like I had done with Joyce earlier. I knew I could trust them, a gut feeling I guess. His eyes widened.

"Will not here...gone.bad place. Mon-ster." I repeated from earlier that day.
He sighed in concern and was about to push up from the table.

I read his mind and I immediately panicked, he was about to call child services and report me. I tilted my head down and I felt my eyes glow white. I reached my hand out and moved it aggressively downwards forcing him to stay in his seat.
"No," I said sternly and I felt the blood drip down my nose.

Everyone looked at me wide-eyed and didn't know what to say or do. I leaned back in my chair and wiped the blood from my nose with my sleeve like nothing just happened. I pointed to the hot chocolate powder on the kitchen counter.
"Please?" I asked Joyce and she nodded slowly her eyes still wide.

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