in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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12th november.
"Mom, the phone!" Dallas yells from her bedroom, she has her school work laid out on the floor around her as she sorts through papers, only the phone doesn't stop ringing, "Mom!"
She waits for a second but then tosses her book aside with a groan and stomps through the hallway towards the kitchen where the phone hangs on the wall, "Hello?"
"Mrs Henderson?"
"This is her daughter."
"We need to speak with a parent or guardian of Dustin Henderson."
"This is his sister, is Dustin okay? Is he okay?"
"We really need to speak with a parental-"
"Look, I do more for that kid than our damn mother who sits on her ass all day, okay? Now tell me if my brother is okay before I find you and wrap the cord of that damn phone around your neck-"
She breathes heavily, pausing as she's met with silence, "He's at Hawkins Middle School, there's been an accident."
She doesn't wait, she slams the phone down and runs outside, not even bothering to throw on a jacket or any shoes as she grabs her bike, running down the road in her socks before she starts to pedal towards the school.
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"Dustin? Dustin!"
She pushes through the forming crowd, dropping her bike beside a cop car as she leans over the barriers, "My brother is in there."
"You can't go in there."
"My brother-"
"Let her through." Powell demands, holding the tape for her to go under, she thanks him quickly but wastes no time in running through.
"Dustin?"
She passes by Mike and his family, then Lucas and the rest of the Sinclairs, "Dustin!"
She stops in the middle, heart pounding as she looks around with no sign of her brother, tears gathering in her eyes until she hears the little call of her name behind her.
Turning she lets out a breath of relief when she sees her brother, covered in a large grey blanket, sitting in the back of a police car, little legs swinging back and forth as he watches her.
He jumps out of the car holding onto the blanket as he runs towards her, she goes to him, crouching down when he's close enough to hold him close to her.
She holds his head to her chest, chin on top of his head, "Are you okay? Please, please, tell me you're okay."
