Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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"WILL BYERS! WILL BYERS!" Callahan shouted as the group trudged down Mirkwood. Powell, who met them there, was walking beside Casey also screaming the boy's name.
"Will?!" The teen tried, "Will!" But her words felt they were swallowed by the forest of trees that surrounded them. It was useless in her eyes. Will was smart, smarter than most his age. She knew he wouldn't just be hanging out in the middle of the woods for the hell of it. He wasn't that kind of kid.
Her eyes looked straight forward to her father, stopped in the road, and taking something out of his pocket. There was an ache in her chest seeing the orange pill bottle. She quickly diverted her attention somewhere else, narrowing her eyes on something poking up from leaves.
"Dad!" She took off in a jog, sliding down a slight incline into the woods where she found a bike lying on its side. Will's bike. Hopper appeared at her side, and the other two right behind.
"That his bike?" Callahan asked.
Jim nodded, "Yeah, he must've crashed." He looked keenly out into the trees. His brows were pushed down as he was concentrating.
"You think he got hurt in the fall?" Casey followed with, worry in her tone.
"Not so hurt he couldn't walk away. Bike like this is like a Cadillac to these kids. He would've walked it home." Casey's brows furrowed at her dad's words—suggesting will was being chased? He picked the bike up with ease, his attention still focused out in the trees. What he was looking for, she wasn't sure. He turned around, "Let's head to the Byers'."
"What're you thinking, Dad?" His daughter asked on their way back to the cruiser.
He sighed, and shook his head, "Don't know yet." He tossed the bike into the truck bed while Casey got into the passenger seat with a feeling that this wasn't going to be as easy as she hoped growing stronger.
As they pulled up to Joyce's house, her and Jonathan came rushing out before they had even got out of the car. Casey could see the overwhelming look of panic and worry on the mother's face. A cigarette in between her fingers. The teen could imagine how many packs Joyce had gone through already.
Hopper was getting Will's bike from the back, and Casey rushed up to Joyce pulling her into a hug, "I'm so sorry." The mother clung onto her tightly, stroking her hair lovingly.
"Oh, thank you, sweetheart." She sounded on the verge of tears, pushing Casey close to the edge, but she bit them back. Hopper stole the woman's attention, walking up with their one piece of evidence and Casey turned to Jonathan, giving him the same greeting.
