THATS SO 80s - Steve Harrington

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

When I entered the station, I found Dad and Joyce there standing with Nancy and Jonathan. "Juno," Dad said tightly, giving me a stare.

"Dad, I—"

"You don't say anything," I noticed that Jonathan's handcuffs were off and I cocked my head a little. What had I missed? He turned to Jonathan. "I wanna see you in my office."

"You won't believe me." I also noticed that there were boxes of things with the traps on the desk. Did he go through Jonathan's car?

Dad leans towards him. "Why don't you give me a try?"

Now, Joyce, Dad, Nancy, Jonathan and I stood in his office while Dad examines our things. Joyce passes the blurry photo of Barb sitting alone at the pool, with the creature I had seen in the woods. It sent shivers down my spine.

"You say blood draws this thing?" Dad asked as we had told him our theory.

"We don't know," Jonathan responded.

"It's just a theory," Nancy added.

Joyce gives her son a disappointed look. Jonathan and Joyce went to step outside into the hall, to have a talk.

"Nancy, can I have a word with my daughter, alone?" Dad requested. Nancy gave me a good luck look before stepping out of his office. He lets out a heavy sigh. "Juno, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry." I pressed my lips together. "I was thinking, not really, just thinking that I needed to find Barb and Will."

"It could've taken you too, do you realise that?" Dad bewilders, giving me a glare. "I can't lose you, either, Juno."

"I know, and I'm sorry," I'm not sure why, but I felt like I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears springing to my eyes and I covered them with my hands. Dad wraps his arms carefully around me, pulling me in for a hug. He kissed the top of my head.

"Don't cry, Juno. We're gonna help you now, Joyce and I." Dad promises, cupping my face. "Don't feel like you're gonna be alone in this."

I nodded. "Okay." Suddenly, there was some argument out in the station and Dad sighed.

"Follow me." Dad moved towards the hallway and I followed him. "What the hell is going on out here?" There was a mother and son, talking with the cops.

"These men are humiliating my son." The mother snaps.

"No, no, no. That's not true." Callahan speaks quickly.

"There was some kind of fight, Chief—"

"A psychotic child broke my son's arm!" The mother shrieks.

"A little girl, Chief," Callahan said. "A little one."

"That tone!" The mother points at Callahan. "Do you hear that tone?"

"Honestly, I'm just trying to state a fact," Callahan defends himself and I couldn't help but find this comedic.

"I don't have time for this." Dad sighed. "Will you please take a statement..." He then mouths; "And get her out?"

"Yes." Callahan puts a thumbs up and Dad turned to leave.

"So, what did this girl look like?" Powell questioned.

"She had no hair and she was bleeding from her nose." The boy claims which made Dad pause in his tracks. "Like a freak."

Dad turned around. "What'd you just say?"

"I said she's a freak!" The boy snapped and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"No, her hair." Dad walked over to him. "What'd you say about her hair?"