Raising Hel | a Stranger Things fanfiction

Letter from Eddie ¬ 28-FEB-85

Dear Hel,

What if I tell you my prick of a father found a way to be a bigger asshole than he already is!

He insisted on uncle Wayne and I to come visit him, he was a pain about it since Christmas when uncle Wayne saw him. He even got his way to a phone, that manipulative bastard.

Uncle Wayne gave in eventually and somehow managed to convince me to come. I should have stuck to my decision never to visit him.

I don't know where to start, I'm SO MAD!

He bullshitted us with some speech about asking forgiveness and shit. How sorry he was not to see me become a man. THE FUCK! I've seen him doing this with Mom too many times to believe a word he said.

Well I do believe one part: when he admitted Mom left because he was beating the shit out of her. He didn't put it that way, of course, made it sound like it was not really his fault. I would have smacked his face on the table.

And he kept going on about all the shifty stuff he did, promising he wouldn't do anything like that again, that he wanted to become a better man.

I should have seen it coming. They're releasing him in 2 years. Fuck, just writing it makes me sick. I will be 2 months short of 21 when he comes out of jail so he can ask for my uncle not to be my legal tutor anymore and he's vicious enough to do it! If it comes down to that, I'll run away. I'll crash at your place if you'll have me.

I'm back, I tried to cool off a little, hit a bunch of angry riffs on my guitar. Sorry for all the curses and for not making much sens...

This is fucked up Hel. I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I was done with him for good. We even celebrated the day he got caught by the cops, remember? It must have been a week after your graduation, something like that.

Now if he gets the chance to, he'll make me pay for it. You should have seen his face, he was gloating. And he had that wince when he first saw me. You know how he feels about long hair, don't you? Something tells me buzzing my head is not the worst he can do to me...

What am I supposed to do Hel? 2 years is not so long. I guess I'm going to pray for his cellmate to choke him in his sleep. And try to accept the fact that we live in a country that considers 6 years of prison is enough for a man who participated in a heist when hostages were manhandled. At least he was smart enough to do this far from home. I don't think a lot of people know about it and since I pretend he's dead...

Uncle Wayne seems pretty shaken too by the way. I don't think he enjoys the idea neither. Not to mention that son of a birch chose to do his announcement on the day after aunt Joanne's death anniversary. I'm sure he forgot, that bastard!

This letter is garbage but I needed it out and there's not anyone around that really knows the full story except you and uncle Wayne.

I hope you're okay.

Miss you more than ever,

Eddie