dreams
Getting out of whatever grasp someone or something had on him, Billy Hargrove drove to the closest street phone, dialing 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" The lady on the other line spoke.
Billy just stood there, phone to his ear, not speaking as the voice went disoriented. When he finally turned around, the boy was no longer in Hawkins.
At least, that's what it seemed like.
He walked out of the phone booth, looking at a group of silhouettes, walking toward him. "What do you want?" The Camaro driving boy asked, breathing heavily.
He slowly walked closer, "Hey! I said, what do you want?" Thy boy yelled louder, his voice cracking a bit.
Billy kept yelling at the group, clenching his hands into fists. Finally, one, just one of the silhouettes walked right in front of him, into the light, and Billy was no face to face with himself.
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Odessa woke up, choking on her own breath. She had so many questions running through her mind, why was she dreaming of Billy? what was the dream about? She hadn't even noticed that she was somehow in her bed.
Looking at her watch, her eyes widened as she checked the time. Already being 30 minutes late to work, she rushed to get dressed for the day, praying her boss wouldn't fire her.
The brunette girl ran down stairs, fighting desperately to put on her shoes, while also trying not to fall.
Joyce was already in the kitchen, cleaning up dishes from breakfast that morning,
"Good morning Dessa, your plate is on the table." The older woman spoke up, watching her daughter rummage around the room.
"Also, are you okay? I mean- last night you came home pretty late, and when you walked in you went straight to your room, it looked like you were possessed!" Joyce continued talking, chuckling at her own joke. But Odessa didn't find it funny one bit, the last thing she remembers last night was having a nose bleed, everything else was filled with some kind if dream about Billy.
Odessa took the last few bites of her food before grabbing her keys, "Im fine, mom, really. I was just super tired last night, but I gotta head you work, i'll see you after." She quickly kissed her cheek, and sprinted out the door, not wanting to be even more late than she already is.
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When Odessa got into work, her boss had already been at her station, looking at her with the most furious look she had ever seen, luckily they're weren't any customers in yet, unluckily that meant he was going to yell at her.
"You're late. Why?" He spoke in a stern voice, looking at her in disgust. Odessa looked terrible. Her hair was frizzy, her clothes were all wrinkly, her lips were chapped, and she had the darkest circles under her eyes. And by the looks of it, it also looked like she had no color. Odessa Newby looked like a ghost.
"Im sorry- sir. I had a really rough night and I wo-" Odessa began to explain, before seeing a hand right in front of her face, causing her to stop.
"I do not care what kind of night you had, you need to be here on time! You teenagers think you can just come into work whenever you want!" He raised his voice, waving his arms in the air, causing him to knock over a box of candies. "God dammit!" The older man pointed at Odessa, "Clean this up, and if you're late one more time, you're fired." And with that the girl's boss walked out.
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