THATS SO 80s - Steve Harrington

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

I'm not going to lie, I felt a little uncomfortable that Max was driving very fast down a pitch-black road with three kids plus Steve squished in the back, while I tried to guide Max to this hole they were talking about. We're going to distract the Demo-dogs while El tries to close the gate.

But hey, if it keeps my Dad and El safe, then I'm fine with it.

"No, don't touch it," I heard Dustin speak in the back and I looked over to see Steve waking up from his slumber. I cringed every time I looked over at him, he has blood everywhere on his face. "Hey, buddy... It's okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a fight. You're okay."

"Okay," I turned back to the map I was holding onto. "You're gonna keep straight for half a mile, then take a left on Mount Sinai."

"What's going on?" Steve slurs out and Max turned her head to look at Steve for a quick second. "Oh, my God!"

"Just relax. She's driven before." Dustin tried to calm him down.

"Yeah, in a parking lot." Mike fires back.

"That counts." Lucas defends.

"They were you gonna leave you behind." Dustin began. "But Juno and I promised you would be cool, okay?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Steve began to completely freak out. "What's going on?" Max steps on the gas as Steve was freaking out.

"Hey, hey, Steve." I turned to Steve and he makes eye contact with me. "Just be cool okay? Max's doing great so far."

"You don't even know how to drive!" Steve cried out to me, which was true. "No! Slow down! Stop the car. Slow down!"

"I told you he'd freak out." Mike groaned.

"Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!" Max snapped at all of them who were arguing in the back.

"Oh, wait!" I cried out to Max. "That's Mount Sinai. Make a left." Max turns sharply, and I fling into the car door. "Whoa!" She had smashed into a mailbox causing Steve to freak out some more.

Within seconds, we pulled into a field where you can pick pumpkins and Max pulled to a stop right outside a large hole being dug out.

"Hello!" Steve cries out, his eyes wide.

"Incredible." Mike breathes out.

"I told you, Zoomer." Max climbed out of the car and I do too, finally being able to have some fresh air. I walked to the boot of the car and opened it as the kids come and gather the gear with me.

Steve stumbles out of the car as I grabbed the gasoline. I put goggles and a bandana around my mouth, along with the kids did the same.

"Guys," Steve mumbled out. Steve leans against the car. "Oh, no, guys." He moans. I walked by with the gasoline in my hand. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" Steve questioned me but I completely ignored him. "What are you, deaf? Hello?" Mike comes in behind me with a rope. "We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear. Hey, there is no chance we're going in that hole, all right? This ends right now!"

"Steve!" Dustin cuts him off from his ranting. "You're upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance. Now, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So, keep us safe."

Dustin hands him a bag of gear while Mike, Max, Lucas and I set up. Steve gives Dustin a spiteful look and takes the spiked bat and backpack.

Once we got the rope in the hole secured, Steve jumped down in the hole as we do one by one. "Holy shit," Steve muttered as we entered. We were in a tunnel system, white particles are floating in the air. Mike was holding a hand-drawn map.