Really? ||Steve Harrington x Female Reader||

The Body: Pt. 2

"Mom, I already told you, I don't want to talk about it."

"Y/n, Barb is missing! Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"Because I didn't even know she was missing until yesterday!" I answered, stepping past my mother and into the house. "Plus, with everything else going on, I figured it would be best to wait until everything died down."

"Y/n, sweetie-" Mom gently gripped my shoulder, forcing me to face her- "you don't ever need to feel like that, ok? I want to know stuff like this, and I want you to talk to me about it. Don't think that because Dustin is going through something, you can't tell me anything, ok?"

"I know," I sighed. "I just- I don't know." The tears hit my eyes suddenly, yet Mom didn't acknowledge them. Instead, she led me over to the sofa, sitting down across from me. Her comforting eyes were focused on my tear-stained face, giving me the feeling that nothing could draw her attention away from me.

"That thing, Mom, I know I saw something," I choked, trying to control the lump in my throat. "I think it took Barb, and I think it killed Will." Mom didn't say anything, encouraging me to go on. "I know she didn't run away. Barb would never run away without at least telling us, or her parents, or someone!"

I rambled on for another ten minutes, just telling her everything that had happened at Steve's party, from parking three blocks away to deciding to run home. When I was done, my mom herself looked like she was about to cry.

"Sweetie, I'm so, so sorry," she muttered, gripping my hand. "You don't have to keep everything to yourself, ok?"

"O-ok," I sniffed. Mom pulled me into a hug, the last of my tears flowing from my eyes.

"I need to get back to work," Mom said, pulling away from me, "but if anything happens, call me."

"Alright," I smiled, wiping the tears from my eyes. Mom gave me one more quick hug before walking through the front door.

I stayed on the couch, wondering what to do next, when I remembered my encounter with Steve earlier. School had been over for almost thirty minutes, so I was sure Steve was home. If not, I'd just break into his house and find my gun.

I took the five minute walk to Steve's house, carefully studying my surroundings for any sort of danger. A few times, I thought I heard something, but it just turned out to be some cat or deer. No one was randomly wandering the street, and I only passed maybe three cars on the way. Yeah, Hawkins was a small, quiet town, but not this quiet. I picked up my speed, trying to get out of the eerie street.

At last, I arrived on the Harringtons' doorstep. Without thinking, I glanced to my right, trying to see if the gray alien was perched in the bushes, waiting for its next victim. Yet, nothing was there.

I took a deep breath, facing the intimidating double doors. Before I could stop myself, I knocked.

One, two, three, four-

I could hear footsteps approaching the door before it swung open. For a second, I was taken aback since I was expecting Steve to answer, but I quickly shook it off and studied the man. He had brown hair dark enough to be considered black, paired with blue eyes. His face reminded me a little bit of Steve's features, but you could definitely tell the difference between the two.

"Hey, uhm, is Steve around?" I asked, trying to ignore the man's burning glare.

"Are you Steve's newest play-thing?" the man spat, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

"W-what? No, I-"

"It doesn't matter," he snapped. "Steve is grounded, meaning he can't go out and mess around. Goodbye." With that, the door was slammed on my face.