𝗔 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗹

Chapter 4

20 years later ...

20 years ago, my dad was arrested for the murder of our family . Just as i planned . But i was just a child . I didn't yet know my limits. I was nearly killed. But i was far from free. I woke up from my coma only to find myself in the care of a doctor. The very doctor i had hoped to escape. Dr Martin Brenner. Papa. He crafted me a new name Peter. As i was announced dead after my fathers arrest.

I'm still in Hawkins lab . But I work as an orderly for the children in the labs Rainbow room . It's basically a play room for the test subjects . A device has been inserted into my neck to suppress my abilities . Papa said it's only temporary. But i don't believe him. Papa is a liar . He is lying to this girl named eleven about her mother and how she was dead . But she was still alive . I was there when her mother was taken away. I'm always there watching and not doing anything . Like a ghost. And i'm getting sick of it

A cold deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
" Peter I need to talk to you about something ." Papa said with a slight glint in his eye.
I followed him to his office hoping he would take the device out of my neck.
He stared at me whilst reaching for a file in his drawer.  It was a file of a patient I couldn't quite recognise . He licked his lips whilst reading the file and asked
" Have you ever heard the name Violet Whitlock?"

What? Violet ? What's so important at about her ?

" No sir , may I ask why?" I fiddled with the buttons of my white dress shirt.
Nervous habit .

He smiled at me " She's just like you."

" I love you mother . I wish I had told you sooner about why I never talked to you, why I became distant after that night . I couldn't enjoy anything after that moment . My whole life stopped . I felt like a different person , exposed to things . Unimaginable things . Ultimately, I'm saying sorry that i wasn't there for you when you needed me. And now I've suffered the consequences . " a tear rolled down my cheek. I put tulips down on my mothers grave . Her favourite .

After that night at the Creels, I couldn't help but replay the same moment time and time again. I also punished myself for not doing or saying anything. I felt guilty. I knew Henry Creel was weird but not Psycho weird. News of his death spread and it made me relived . But also agitated as his dad was blamed for it.Surprisingly , Victor didn't say anything about me being there that night . He's now in an mental asylum or something like that.

I made it back to my apartment in Indiana .I turned the lock and on the door step was a job application for Hawkins lab to help children in the rainbow room [play room]. At the bottom was a number in bold. I needed a job as the last two i quit because the bosses started to treat me badly simply because of my gender. Hospitals kinda creep me out a little but helping children to feel or get a little bit better by company or fun is what I want to do . I guess . What normal people would  want to do.

Fuck it.

I dial the number nervously waiting for an answer. Instantly a voice answered with " Hello?" why did they sound like loads of people wouldn't be dialling this number for the job.

" Uh Hi i'm Violet Whitlock and I'm here to call for a job at Hawkins Lab for the position of an helper in the rainbow room."
Silence. Like deathly silence .
" Ah yes. When are you free for an interview ?" said the man on the phone delighted .

" I'm free now but that probably sounds too enthusiastic but-"
" No! That's perfect come to Hawkins lab in about 1 hour say  Dr Brenner is asking for you."

The line disconnects . Let's hope I get the job .

A/n: HEHEHE short chapter but just WAIT for tomorrows chapter it's gonna be looooong. Is Violet gonna recognise peter ? Probably not💀. Is Peter gonna tell her ? Does Violet know about her powers.
All will be revealed . TYSM FOR 4k readers that's crazy . Love you all , hope you enjoyed this chapter . Also a warning i didn't put before is that there are mature themes in this book *wink *wink. anyways see ya - L:)