After being dumped on Chief Jim Hoppers doorstep as an infant, Allison Hopper, now a teenager is looped into a whole new world underneath Hawkins. With the help of a young girl with powers, a dnd group, and a friend she no longer knew, can they save...
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"Al? That you?"
"Who would it be besides me?" The girl with the short bright red hair opened the old broken down door of the matching trailer.
"True. However? Why are you home so early?" A man in his mid 40's in a police uniform sat on the couch looking at his daughter.
"Got shoved into a locker, again. You should know the drill by now." The man stood up, approaching her as she closed the door.
"How bad this time?"
"It's fine dad I swear." She began taking off her bulky green jacket that was once her fathers. This was the 5th time she'd gotten shoved or hit this school year alone. You think being the police chief's daughter would come with its perks but for her, it didn't.
"Allison." He stood with his hands on his hips.
"Fine." She hastily threw off her flannel and rolled up her sleeve. Her almost mousy face contorted as putting any pressure on it hurt.
The top of her left arm was covered in a dark purple bruise. Her father took her arm and scanned it.
"Shit. I'm coming down there again tomorrow."
"Don't, please don't." She whined as he headed back into the little kitchen opening the freezer.
"Who were you with?" He took an ice bag out of the freezer before wrapping it with a towel.
"I was talking to Barb." She leaned down and grabbed the flannel off the floor, throwing it over her shoulder as she threw herself down on the couch. She was a conventionally attractive girl but the way she dressed and her stand-offish personality made everyone treat her like an outcast. The way her short red hair covered eyes and practically her entire face made her an easy target for bullies.
She hated everyone really, only because everyone hated her. She only really talked to her dad, Barb Holland, Eddie Munson, and occasionally a girl named Robin in her 4th hour.
"That's what you get for talking to people." Allison chuckled as her father reappeared and sat down next to her, handing her the towel wrapped ice pack.
"I'm so fucking tired of this school." Allison put the ice pack to her arm with a slight wince.
"Language."
"Fuck off."
It had been like this for years, the bullying, the name calling, since freshman year.
For a year she was happy.
His name was Steve Harrington. He was the jock, she was the freak, he never minded it though. They met in pre-school and hardly spent a day apart since then. When the end of the school year rolled around her parents packed her and her sister up and moved.
First day she was back in town he called her a freak.
She cried non-stop for the next 3 days.
She had nothing, no one, except for her dad.
"Can we watch a movie, please?" She mumbled softly.
"You got school work?"
"Does it matter?" She looked up at him.
"Not really. Which one you want today? My Darling Clementine, Winchester' 73, or?" He paused. "Cat Ballou ?"
"Cat Ballou please." It was her favorite, Hopper knew that too.
As The Ballad of Cat Ballou played, Hopper looked down at the child curled up on the couch next to him. She was 16, about to be 17, but he still saw her as just a little girl.
"I'll go down there and raise hell tomorrow if you want me to."
"It won't do me any good." Her response was barely above a whisper.
"I don't condone violence but..." She smiled softly, her entire reputation was that she would punch anyone if they messed with her. The times Hopper had to come to the school to pick her up because some kid came in bleeding. He normally took her for ice cream after, he knew if she hurt someone she had a reason to do it.
