THATS SO 80s - Steve Harrington

Chapter Five

Chapter Five 

I had woken up and today was Will's funeral. It felt surreal, knowing that there's a high chance Will could still be alive, and yet I'm still attending to his funeral. As I got ready, I heard my Dad inside the house searching through the entire house. I frowned as there was lots of noise going on the lounge and once I came out with a black dress and some black heals on, I saw that our house was completely a mess.

"Uh... Dad?" I questioned and he looked frantic, yet exhausted at the same time.

"Juno." Dad rushed out, running towards me and placing his hands on me, checking that I'm alright. "Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"

"What do you mean they?" I questioned him, stepping back from him. He almost had this crazed look in his eye. He sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again and looking at me.

"Did anyone come into the house last night?" Dad grills me.

"Um... Only Nance," I replied. "I think? Why? Did someone break-in? Someone steal anything—"

"No, no." Dad waved off. "Our house—we're fine, everything's fine."

"Dad, you trashed our entire house." I gestured towards the mess in the room. "Nothing about this is fine. Are you... High or something?"

"No, I am not high." Dad snapped. "Nothing happened, we're fine." He looked completely stressed out. "What's the last thing you remember last night?"

"Uh... Nancy and I went to the school that night, for some studying," I half-lied. "Then I came back, got some juice and I think I was really tired, because I was knocked out." I honestly told me. "I guess I did have a pretty big day—"

"Juice?" Dad asked, before running out the fridge. He looked hella mad. I have never seen him so livid before. He grabbed the juice and poured it out of it's container and into the sink.

My mouth hung open. "Hey! I was gonna drink that!"

"No, you aren't!" Dad below. There's something he's not telling me. "Juno, don't touch our food."

"What? Are you insane?" I asked as he runs around the house. "Dad, I don't have time for this, I have to go to Will's funeral today."

Something about his face twisting up at the word Will's funeral made me think he knows something. "Yeah." He muttered. "Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. Go to his funeral and I'll clean this up later, okay? And when you come back, don't answer the door to anyone. You're not allowed any friends over, either."

"What did I do?" I bewildered. "Why am I in trouble?"

"Juno, this is for you're safety, not because you're in trouble." Dad clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair. "You understand me?"

"Loud clear, Chief." I mocked. "What's got your panties in a twist, God!" I was so frustrated with him for not telling me what was going on. That's when there was a knock on the door which got Dad all rigged up, he stared intently at the door.

"Stay here Juno, and don't move." Dad lowly told me before grabbing his gun from the closet and walking carefully towards the door. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Here we go. Dad opened the door widely, aiming the gun at Steve who's face fell.

"Dad!" I groaned and grabbed my black purse, walking towards the door. "Jesus, this isn't how you guys are supposed to meet."

"Woah!" Steve bounces back, his arms flinging up in the air. "Uh—Uh, hi! Um, I'm Steve Harrington and I'm just here to pick up your daughter—"

"Juno!" Dad turned to me sharply as I stand right behind him. "What the hell is this?" He gestured towards Steve.

"If you were gonna finish up your craziness, I was gonna say a friend is picking me up for Will's funeral." I snapped at him before moving past him.

"Friend? Him?" Dad points at Steve. "No way, ask Nancy—"

"She's already there." I interrupted. "And it's fine. Steve and I are just friends. I'll see you later Dad."

"I want you home immediately!" Dad calls as I grabbed Steve by the wrist, pulling him down the steps and into the yard.

"Steve, I told you to stay in the car." I hissed angrily as I knew my Dad was still watching us.

"Yeah, I'm regretting my decisions on that, too," Steve admitted as he opened his car door for me and I climbed in. He also climbs in and turns on the car. I waved to my Dad who closed the door slowly and I sighed heavily. "What was that about?"

"I don't know," I spoke honestly as Steve drove us to the funeral. Well, me, he wasn't going but he insisted on dropping me off. "He went all crazy this morning. Like, he was hiding something from me."

"Does he usually greet guests with a gun to their face?" Steve asked nervously tapping his fingers along the side of the car wheel.

"No." I shake my head. "Something rattled him. And he won't tell me. Ugh, I'm so stressed, I can't even think straight."