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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CASEY SAT SIDEWAYS IN THE FRONT SEAT of the police cruiser, her feet dangling on the outside of the car. Jonathan and Nancy were in the backseat whispering amongst themselves. Powell was kneeled in front of her, rounding off a bunch of questions at her simultaneously checking the side of her face. "Where's the car parked?"
She jutted her chin forward, "Down at the Hunting and Camping supplies. My bike is there too."
He nods, "We'll grab it. Did they do this to you?" He asked, referring to her cheek.
Casey shook her head, besides Jonathan giving it a good hit earlier, "No, they didn't. It's a long story."
He gently dabbed around the cut to check the swelling and Casey winced. His hand retracted at the reaction, "We'll have Flo give you some ice when we get to the station."
Heavy fast-paced footsteps turn their heads and it's Callahan running back up the alley, panting, "I lost 'em. Little bastards are quick." Casey chuckles softly, disguising her relief. Powell leaves her side and meets the other officer in the middle. After a couple minutes of discussion, the two disband. Callahan walked around the car to the driver's seat and Powell pestered Jonathan for his car keys before heading down the street to the supply store.
The day started out great. Everything felt...normal. But then Steve Harrington had to be an idiot. He had to listen to what Tommy and Carol told him over what she told him. Then he had to go and start a fight. A fight he didn't even win so it was all for nothing. She wished she knew where he might've gone so that she could talk to him. She'd probably just end up yelling at him. What he did, the things he said—that wasn't Steve. She knew that better than anyone.
When the four of them walked into the station, Callahan asked Flo to get ahold of Joyce. When they didn't have much luck with that, he asked Casey if she had heard from her dad at all today. And it didn't even occur to her that she hadn't.
"I talked to him last night before bed. That's it."
The officer cursed under his breath and started trying his radio and that's when Flo approached the teen girl in a panic, "Casey, sweetheart, your face." Her motherly instincts kick in and she begins coddling the teen.
Casey tries shrugging her off gently, reassuring, "Flo, I'm okay, really."
"I'm gonna get you ice." She looks at Jonathan cuffed to the table, his head down with embarrassment, "And you, too." She rushes off, and Nancy follows her. Casey doesn't question why. She sinks into a seat across from Callahan listening to him trying to get ahold of her dad, "Hey, Chief, you there?" He paused, "Hey, Chief?"
