𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙥! 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣

SCENE SEVEN. dad's calling

august 15 1985

and the phone rang, the girl sat in her room and did nothing but stare at her door. hearing the ringing continue. she knew how it would be. looking back over to her clock. 9pm. that dick. and she rose from the bed, walking into the corridor, hearing the soft ticking of the clock at the end by the phone.

"is this piper parker?" a woman's voice. odd. it wasn't her dad like she hoped it would be.

"hello, who is this?" she asked,holding the phone up to her ear as she just stared at the clock at the end of the corridor. watching the hand slowly spin.

"it's alisha, i'm your dad's wife." oh. she felt the tears sting her eyes, he had moved on? he had a new wife.

"wife?" the girl asked in shock looking behind her to find her mother had stepped out of the kitchen, holding a plate. a towel rag over her shoulder.

"yeah unfortunately he's busy with thomas right now but he said to wish you a happy birthday." the girl commented and she could feel the sting at her heart. like a bullet straight through her lungs. thomas.

"thomas?"

"his son." and piper ended the call. how could he call this late in the day of her birthday not even be the one calling. and instead he was hanging out with his new son. his new son named thomas. just like his old son. that prick. and she started to walk away. leaving the phone there and her mother. her mother who only looked at her with soft eyes. and piper found herself in her room, leaning against the door. a hand over her mouth as she tried to muffle her sobs. how could he do this to them? and she cried. and cried. finding herself back on the bed. tv laying on the tv in her room as she crawled into the bed. eventually falling asleep, hugging her bed sheets to her. how could he be so cruel?

"piper!" her mother shouted. yet the girl just laid there. she couldn't even be arsed to move. the woman softly knocked at her door a few seconds later. the curly haired women appearing from behind holding a plate.

"honey, i made you a sandwich. it's jam." the woman spoke softly looking at her daughter in the bed.

"i'm not hungry." the girl mumbled from the pile of sheets on the bed. mary could barely see the outline of her daughter but she could see the hair poking out from near the pillows.

"i'll leave it here for you." the woman smiled, placing the sandwich on the girl's desk before leaving her room once more. leaving the girl in the room which was beginning to darken. the sun started to set on the girl. hearing the phone ring as she remained in the bed.

"hello, steve? yeah, please. thank you." she heard her mother talk on the phone as she finally got out of the bed finding the wall of movies she could watch. finding grease and she put it in the tv before climbing back into the sheets. when her window slammed open.

"what movie are we watching?" a voice called, a figure appeared climbing through the window. the girl looking over to find steve appearing in the light. head popping out of the sheets to find him stood there in all his glory. bouquet of what looked like wildflowers and a bag.

"grease." she replied, turning back to the tv.

"nice, i got you food." he smiled, dropping the bag onto the bedside table before throwing himself on the bed. hearing the girl groan and huff from under him as he did.

"i just ate." she mumbled as he simply just laid on her, burying his face in the sheets. she didn't comment on how under the blankets were her boobs.

"you mean the sandwich on your desk." he asked, pulling the blanket from her, and she finally met his gaze. he had a worried gaze, those big doe eyes crinkled in worry. for her.

"happy birthday by the way baby." he repeated pressing a soft kiss to the skin of her neck, watching her shiver lightly. and she cried, steve immediately sitting up in the bed as he heard the soft whimpers. she was crying, why was she crying. what do you do with a crying girl. steve had no fucking idea. so he panicked, wrapping his arms around her. patting her head slightly.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry.'' what was he sorry for? he didn't know, but he just kept holding her. it's the best he could do. he wasn't the best at words. he was steve harrington for god sake. he was steve harringotn who was holding a crying girl. not just any girl for once, but his girlfriend.

"i hate him."

"who?"

"my dad." and steve just hummed, something he could agree with. he hates his dad too.

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also i may re edit this book, give it a new look/ aesthetic because this one's kinda not giving what i want it to give. so look out for that. and maybe the next chapter could possible be a smut???? we'll see.