In which -
- You fall in love with your childhood best friend, Steve Harrington, who is currently infatuated with Nancy Wheeler.
- While searching for your missing baby brother, Will Byers, you uncover the truth of your own disappearance as a child...
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『Oh brother, I see You burn like me It singes on our skin like a brand Oh brother, I confess There is little of me left That could care about dousing The wildfire』
--- 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝔂 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
LONNIE WAS NEVER a good father. There was a time you would have said otherwise, but you were little and didn't know any better. He was the type of dad who took you to the movies or the arcade every day. The type to buy you all the candy and junk food you could ever want, with whispered promises not to tell Mom.
You thought he was fun, that he liked being fun for you. But as you've grown up, you realized that when he took you to the arcade, he'd drop you and Jonathan off with a pillowcase of quarters and ditch you. He'd slip the teenage employee a five to watch you and pull off with his buddies to go to the bar. When he took you to the movies, he would 'go to the bathroom' but really be having a quickie with some tart in the back of his Camero. He let you eat candy and junk food all the time because he didn't know and couldn't be bothered to learn how to nourish and provide for you.
After he and Joyce divorced, you used to call him every day. When he rarely answered, every day turned into once a week, which turned into once a month. He never called first.
You sent him a birthday card, and a Christmas card too. He never sent you anything. It was like he was off at sea or something, but he only lived two hours away, for Christ's sake.
It was about two Christmases ago that you stopped trying. You had wondered if you stopped calling if he would notice. If he would actually call first - if he would miss you.
He didn't.
You haven't spoken in two years.
You're thinking of the holiday cards as you sit frozen in Jonathan's car, staring at your father's front door. Each one you sent was signed 'Love, your Sunshine'. The only thing you ever got in the mail from him was a postcard from Chicago that said 'Thinking of you - Dad'. Lonnie had addressed it to you, Jonathan, and Will. He wanted to kill three birds with one stone, apparently.
"You know, you don't have to go in." Steve's voice shakes you from your thoughts.
Opening your eyes, you realize you've arrived at your destination. It's a small, plain house. Rusty brown brick walls, a white shingled roof, and a concrete porch with an iron railing.
You look to your left, seeing the driver's seat empty. Jonathan had already gone inside.
You consider staying behind for just a second, but then you imagine Jonathan facing Lonnie all alone.
