THATS SO 80s - Steve Harrington

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

It had grown dark by the time we had gotten to the run-down place. We had driven down a long dark road. It was misty, too, which didn't help the situation, either.

All the lights were out in the house and we tried to doorbell, Dustin, pressed it. He presses it again. Steve, Max, and Robin hold flashlights. "Okay, well, that's settled," Steve spoke up as Dustin continued to press the doorbell. "I guess he's not here."

Dustin then knocks on the door. "Eddie! It's Dustin!"

"Great," Steve muttered.

"Look, we just want to talk," Dustin called out. "No cops, I swear. We just wanna help."

"Shh." Robin shushes as she shines her light through the windows, I was following her along with Max. There was no movement inside.

"Rick!" Dustin bangs and rings the doorbell. "Reefer Rick!"

"Don't scream that," Steve tells him off.

"Rick—"

"He's not here!" Steve cuts him off, in an annoyed tone. Max and I ignored the others calling Reefer Rick or Eddie, and go around the house. My eyes widen as there was a boathouse out in the back. A perfect place to hide.

"Hey, guys?" I called over. The others join Max and I on the side of the house, following our gaze to a dingy boathouse, located further down the property. A light was shining over the front door. We make our way down and looked through the windows of the old boathouse.

Robin cracks open the door. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

Max, Steve, Dustin and I followed her into the old boathouse, shining their lights around the large space. "What a dump." Steve voiced.

Steve clicks off his flashlight. I watched him pick up ore, heaving it in both hands like a weapon. He jabs it into an object, covered by tarps in a boat.

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked, standing right next to him. Steve doesn't reply. "What are you doing?"

"He might be in here," Steve told him.

"So, take the tarp off." Dustin hisses.

"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off." Steve snapped back.

Nearby, Max shines her light on beer bottles and food wrapping cluttered on the table. "Hey, look over here." Max pointed out and I walked over to her and Robin joins us. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us," Robin suggested. "Got spooked and ran."

"Don't worry," I looked over at Dustin who was speaking. "Steve will get him with his oar."

"I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight—" Suddenly, Steve was cut off by someone jumping out of the tarp, scaring the shit out of everyone. We all screamed, taken aback.

Someone pins Steve against the wall. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Dustin called out, as this Eddie person holds a broken beer bottle to Steve's throat. "Eddie! Eddie! It's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve. He's not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?"

"Right," Steve whispered out. "Yeah."

"Steve," Dustin spoke with authority. "Why don't you drop the oar?" Steve instantly dropped it. Steve groaned when Eddie threatened him with the broken beer bottle again. "He's cool! He's cool!"

"I'm cool, man." Steve repeated. "I'm cool."

"What are you doing here?" Eddie spat out, making intense eye contact with Steve.