Love Me~ Steve Harrington

Pop

"POPPPPPP!" The blonde girl screamed at the top of her lungs

"What Diana?" Her father covered his ears in pain as he stumbled down the stairs

"I was just thinking about those amazing eggs on toast you made once and I was wondering..." Diana made puppy eyes to make sure her father caught on.

"If I could make them again? Sure you little vermin" he messed up her pretty hair making her laugh and frantically try to fix it

"Thanks pop" she gave him a kiss in the cheek as she grabbed the little pot on the windowsill of change

"How's the home learning going?" Her father sat down on the sofa letting the moonlight hit off his bald spot

"How's the sobriety going?" Diana fired back making her father pretend he had a gunshot to his arm from her comment

"ouch ok. You ever thought about going to public school?" He tried to make the conversation serious but Diana never took anything seriously

"You ever thought about going to an alcoholics club?" She joked as she counted the change

"Every conversation we have doesn't need to end with me being shamed because I'm drunk" he stoood up and walked over to the kitchen and began making breakfast

"It kinda does tho.... I'm kidding! Love you pop I'm gonna go the the shops" she threw on a scarf to 'disguise' herself as her father said.

  "Be back for when I'm done 'cause I'm not making this shit for nothing" he wafted the spatula around making Diana dodge it expertly.

Her father took her out into the woods next to their house for self defence training. Where they lived no one could hear them really so they'd bring a speaker out and blast their favourite music. Diana would request the same 3 songs every time: hungry like the wolf- Duran Duran, you give love a bad name- bon jovi , and blame it on the boogie - the Jackson's.

Her father, despite his odd looks, had trained his daughter well in defence. She barely used it, she hated hurting people. Especially after her childhood.

  "Will do pop, love you" Diana gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading out of the door

"Be careful kid" he shouted just as her hair whipped out the door

"Sure thing" she shouted through the letter box tried to stick her hand through to wave hood bye making her father laugh

"Sup. My pop said I should start recording my feelings as a way to let them out saying as though I don't like speaking to him about them. Or speaking to anyone for that matter. Anyway, I'm Diana and this is my life summed up in however long it takes for me to run to the shops. Okay, I guess we dive right in. My mom died and I'm gonna leave you on a cliffhanger of how she died. My father was a prick I guess. No one agreed with me, but not everyone lives my life and how I saw my old man. We went on a trip and next thing I know I'm in a lab. Some man raised me... well, he more like tortured me. I'm a bit like Matilda just... no parents, I hate Matilda, little show off. I was trained in like I don't know... voodoo shit. Anyway, one day I escape with only a knife. Because I hate guns... yeah, I really hate guns. but I was off wondering in the woods and I stumbled across a house with spray paint all over it. I heard pop's voice over the speaker and then I saw his face, he looked lonely but extremely confused. I thought he was gonna kill me so I held the knife to his throat. I was about 13 at the time and he was so shocked he thought I was a gangster but we eventually agreed I was a runaway and I learned his name, Murray. He soon became the only family I had . My pop took me under his wing and his vodka and now I live with him at his home in Hawkins, Indiana. I like it here. But pop says I have to keep my secre - HEY WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!" Diana screamed at the blue car that raced past her. It made a sudden stop outside the gas station as Diana walked over.

"Hello, dolly" he leaned against his car as he looked her up and down

"Hello, creep" Diana grumbled as she stormed over with purpose

"Whatcha want?" He raised his eyebrows as Diana slammed her hand on his car

"I wanna know who taught you how to drive, dipshit. Cause whatever kind of driving that was then you need to take another damn test." Diana grunted

The boys finger met with her lips as he shushed her. Diana looked at his finger and scrunched her face in disgust

"I can drive however the hell i want...You're a goodlookin girl who bout I give you driving lessons?" He smirked.

The funny part of this was that Diana was so deprived of love in her life she didn't know what it was. all she knew is that she liked this boys face.

"How bout I give you some lessons?" Diana laughed as she slowed pushed his hand from her face

"Damn. Ok, see you tomorrow at noon right here" he took the toothpick from his mouth and pointed it to the ground before placing it back into his mouth

"Fine" Diana tried keeping her guard up from the very intimidating boy

"See ya later darlin" he kicked her foot flirtatiously as he opened up his car door to slowly and attractively get inside. 

Diana blushed as the boy held eye contact  and before she knew it he drove away extremely fast, not paying for gas. Diana turned straight back to recording her voice.

"Oh my god. I just totally met the cutest boy to exist. He has long blonde hair with blue eyes and he has real muscles, unlike pop. I'm at the station now. See ya later lady's and germs" she placed the recorder back in her baggy trouser pocket.