in your dreams harrington

chapter 1

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The screeching sound of your alarm clock rips through the air. You sigh knowing what's to come, another day in this insufferable little town where no one seems to be genuinely happy. Not that you were to judge. Practically rolling out of bed, you made your way over to your little closet.

Stuffing random food items into your bag with an apple between your teeth, you look around the place, beer bottles littered the coffee table next to where you assumed your father slept the night before. With a sigh, you exit the small bungalow you call home. Was it really home?
Your thoughts are interrupted by your dad honking the horn of his freshly painted truck. It read Hawkins Police Debt. Chief.

"Need a ride?" he says leaning out of the window

"No Jonathan's picking me up," you state "thanks"
With a wave he drives out, the unpaved road crackling beneath its tires.

Tick, tick, tick

You listen to your old watch until it begins to agitate you.

Tick, tick, tick

Why isn't he here yet?

Tick, tick, tick

A sigh escapes as you drag your fingers down your face.
"Shit."
It's ten after eight already. Dragging your feet, you walk over to the small messy garage. It being partially rusted shut, you lean into the door in an attempt to pry it open. Eventually it gives out, but being unprepared you fall hands first onto the ground, and a small shard of glass slices your hand open.
"Damn it." You wince removing the small piece of now blood red glass and tossing it on the ground. The lights flicker and burst, you throw your hands above your head to shield yourself from the falling glass.
"What the hell?" You say reaching up to the shattered light. It lights up again before fizzling out.
"Whatever."
Finally after what seems like ages of digging through shit, you find your rickety old bike. Climbing on, you hear a pop. Gee that could only mean good things.
Now sweating bullets from the excruciatingly long bike ride to school, you just manage to make it in time for class, just.
"Y/n!" You hear a familiar voice call.
"Jonathan!" You call back mockingly, not bothering to look in his direction while rifling through your locker. "You know, the best thing just happened to me, you ditched me this morning! Isn't that crazy?"
"Will didn't come home last night." He said hunched over breathlessly.

"Shit Jonathan, are you serious?" You say finally turning to face him.
He nods now leaning against the wall of lockers. The hall begins to slowly empty as students head to their next class. "I've been running around all morning looking for him, my mum should be at the police station now."
"He's not at like one of his friends places or something? What's that kid's name...Micheal or whatever?" You question in an attempt to ease his nerves.
"No we've called around," he says running his hands through his hair. "I should've been there."
"What?"
"Last night, I took an extra shift, what if he needed me? I really fucked up didn't I?"
"Hey, hey it's not your fault, maybe your dad picked him up or something, I know he's a piece of shit, seems like a piece of shit thing to do." You say placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, maybe"

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