Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

I look at my brother Miles. This isn't possible. He died when we were sixeen. We may be twins but I was the older one by twelve minutes. I turn my head to see my parents. My dad was sitting at the table doing his work and my mom was making blackberry pie.

My dad looks up at me and smiles, "you're back from Eddie's?"

It takes me a moment to speak, "—yeah...yeah, I'm back from Eddie's." This was an old memory.

"You know I like that kid," mom says while putting her pie in the oven. "He treats you well."

"Yeah, Eddie's a cool kid. You should bring him over more often. I miss him. Bring him here instead of going to his trailer," my dad looks at me with an unsettling smile.

It takes me a while to remember what I said, "yeah, totally." I turn to my brother, "what you watchin'?"

Miles look at me with a smile on his face and he gets up, "how could you do this to me?" He asks.

"What?" I tilt my head.

"How could you just let me die?! How could you live with yourself?!" His voice begins to morph with a deeper voice.

"I didn't know," I whimper.

My parents get up and walk towards me, "how could you let us all die?" They surround me.

"I didn't— I," I stop talking when Miles' head falls off just like how it did in the car.

We were driving in the country blasting Michael Jackson's new album when he stuck his head out the car to feel the breeze. He was singing along with the song.

We were both driving home from a high school party so we were both a little drunk. Miles was more drunk which is why I was driving. It was the best party of our lives. It was Tammy's party. Everyone was there.

We were laughing and singing. The only light there was is the moon and my car lights. They were on the lowest setting so it was hard to see. We were singing until Miles suddenly stopped. I thought he just forgot that lyrics.

I turned to laugh at the fact he was squirting water a me but when I saw him headless there. It wasn't water. It was blood. That was when I realized a sign chopped his head clean off.

I screamed in horror. I swerved and I crashed into a tree and blacked out. A lady had pulled over and saw what had happened and called the ambulance.

I've always blamed myself for his death. If I never let him do that or even if I wasn't driving as fast that would've never happened. If was never even made that stupid decision to drive while we were both drunk.

If I was home earlier I could've stopped whoever killed my parents. If I visited my grandma more maybe she would've felt the need to hold on longer. I don't have much family on my mom's side so all she relied on was me and my Uncle who lives in California. I could've done something, but no I didn't do anything.

"How could you?!" My parents yell.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault!" They get closer to me.

"It's all your fault!" They scream.

"It's all your—" I run out the front door with tears falling down my cheeks. I look around to see my house gone and only parts of a house in-front of me. It was Victor Creels house from the dreams I've had. I would hear things. Every time I slept I would hear Ella Fitzgerald.