Chapter Three : Out of the Woods EPISODE ONE OF SEASON FOUR ━━━the hellfire club
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IF YOU WERE TO ASK MOONIE CARVER WHAT HER BIGGEST FEAR WAS, she would immediately know what she wanted to say. Growing up to be like her father. Now, is that the answer you'd receive? Most definitely not. It stayed reserved in the deep, dark depths of her mind to never be spoken aloud. Instead, she would probably tell you her biggest fear was dying. That was true, too. But Moonie knew better than to say anything bad about Rick Carver and that was only because she knew how protective he was of his image. How badly he desired to be desired.
When her mother died, she expected her father to throw her in the nearest foster home. If not that, then at-least into the hands of her grandmother. When neither happened, Moonie was shocked. She never expected for him to genuinely want her. Though she wasn't sure that's what it was. If Rick didn't take his daughter in, how would that have made him look? It would've ruined his reputation, and that seemed to be his worst nightmare. Not losing his kids, not them hating him. Ruining his image. That was his biggest fear. If Hawkins, Indiana didn't idolize him, nobody ever would.
Surprisingly enough, Moonie would still prefer her father over his mother. If she would've lived with Granny Ke, she would've been forced to throw away her wishes of going to college or making a life for herself. There, it was all about becoming a nice, obedient housewife for the man you were picked to marry. Granny was ninety seven years old, though. When she was in her twenties, those were the only rights women had. To be a mans. Now things were different and still, she failed to see the opportunities. Which meant she would undoubtedly make it the same way for Moonie. Rick cared just enough about his daughter to believe she deserved a future.
And to think she thought the day would play out in her favor.
She was so sure that it would. Especially after lunch. But then the last period of the day rolled around and Moonie was left with thoughts that had one goal: to suffocate her. She never thought they would meet their end, not even when Ms. Kelly called her out of class for a mandatory session. The empty hallways no longer felt comforting, they were barren and long━━ almost entirely draining to walk down. Her backpack felt heavy, her eyes were tired, the clothes she wore became itchy and irritating. And her head hurt. Again. Which has been a reoccurring theme for her in the past few days, a bottle of Advil becoming her best-friend just as fast.
The idea that she caught whatever Chrissy came down with crossed through her mind when she entered Ms. Kellys' office. The space was cold, per usual. The lights were dimmed and the green plants that hung by the window seemed to be the brightest thing in the room. There were motivational posters scattered across the office walls, pink brick walls, to be specific. It always smelled like Fruity Pebbles in here. That was something Moonie picked up after her three forced sessions with the schools therapist. It was all mandated because of what happened to her mother. Which was just great.
