Tears Of Rain (S. Harrington)

V

1984
Hawkins Indiana

'Chapter Three: The Pollywog'

'Hide and seek'

The sun beamed into my room as my head starts throbbing. I try opening my eye but the sunlight hurts. My head feels heavy and I feel sick. I roll around onto the other side holding my head in pain. My eyes widen which hurts my head so I relax them, I see Steve Harrington lying down next to me sleeping.

Have I jumped into another reality? Or was this real? My thoughts can't even spin around I'm my head as it kills so much. I turn my gaze to Steve's face taking in all his facial features. His hair falls on his forehead as he leans into the pillow, how soft his breathes are as he dreams, how he looks so adorable while sleeping. Then there's me looking like an erupted volcano.

Then I remember last night, how I was drinking the night away. I sit up and slap my hands across my face. Why would I do that? I told myself not to drink it but here I am facing the consequences. Did Kyle see me last night? I hope not, I hope he wasn't afraid. A tear slips out of my eye. I've became the corrupted mess my mother said I was.

My mother enters my thought. 'Your worthless' 'your a mess like your own mother' 'you should leave before I slap you'. I feel arms wrap around me knowing it was Steve. He pulls me into his chest. I don't let me ego push him away, I need someone to hold onto and I'm glad it was Steve. My heart starts beating whenever he's around. We hug in silence as the tears stain on my cheeks.

"I hate myself.-" I sniff rubbing my eyes. "I hate that I drank last night. I don't want to turn out like my mother, she's missing and probably still pissed out of her mind. I gone against everything I said to myself, I hate it. She was right I was turning out to be a corrupted mess like she is." I whisper and Steve hugs me tighter. He plays with my hair "Your not a corrupted mess like she is, believe me Julie. I may not know the full story of what you went through but I know, you are not what she says you are." He says in his husky voice.

I don't thank him I just shift around on my bed until I was facing him. I straddle his lap as our faces are inches apart from each other's. His heavy breaths is all I can inhale. I want to kiss him but that's not the right move right now. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into my embrace. I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around me.

His words have never meant so much to me. I want to believe that I'm not a corrupted mess but I can't, it's difficult. I'll try my hardest to try and not let it happen, better yet it won't even become a reality. This was me showing him thank you. I breathe in the alcohol from the party last night which didn't bother me.