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Jen Leadisondreams of the fairy woods at the end of Hawkins. But she can't seem to get it quiet enough to be in those fairy lit woods. Where the stars shinned and shunned the darkness. She misses the misty touch of butterfly laced leaves.
She flinches roughly. She remembers her current state.
There's a crying child a few feet in front of her. The small wailing brunette nearly sways as she yells for blood, stuffed bear clutched so hard in her hands the seems will break and stuffing will explode on them both. Jen forgets how to breathe as she stares at the little girl. She cries louder.
Steve's house is so big.
Does she even remember where his room is? Where the small girl's clothes are? Favorite pajamas? Jen panics and then she cries.
Jen can't move. She's covered in blood and dark particles from hell. She smells gut wrenching and she gasps. Steve's voice comes back to her, stick to the plan, get her out. You got this, J.
Jen disregards her state, she pushes her dirty hair back with gross palms. She hurries over to the wailing child, scooping her up in a blur. Jen gets the girls outfit dirty, no doubt. The little girl gasp between a cry and drops the bear in shock. Jen hurried up the stairs, the little girl clutches the hem of Jen's shirt. She yells, "d-daddy!"
Why the fuck is this three year talking right now?
To be fair, she's almost four.
Jen almost throws up as she stumbles into Steve's room, it smells like him. It's overwhelming. It's nauseating. There's two huge duffel bags on his bed neatly. She gags and cries harder, it brings the child to silence. The small girl examines Jen's face. Jen places her down on Steve's bean bag. Jen points a shaking finger at her, "don't move. Please, don't move. I swear I'll be right back."
Jen cries as she lifts up the two duffels, she forgets about the cut lacing her upper arm. She remembers it now.
Steve's car is still running and Jen can hear another car miles away— it's coming closer. The duffels are thrown in the trunk hazardously. Jen cries as her cut seems to expand. "F-Fuck!"
The girl clutches her sliced skin as she races back into the Harrington home. She climbs up the stairs, two at a time. She has no time to waste. She shoves Steve's door open and nearly yells as she almost knocks the little girl over. Her small face expands in shock at the swinging door. "God, I'm so sorry, Violet!"
She makes a noise but Jen doesn't get it.
Jen races towards Steve's closet. She snatches at one of his jumpers, and a pair of his jeans. They're huge.
She takes a belt of his too.
She leaves his bathroom door open, Violet watches with red cheeks and damp eyes. "D-Daddy?"
Jen's eyes screw shut at Violet's voice. She rids of her damaged clothes, she throws them in his tub. Her shoes too. Eddie's dead. She rids the bra, leaves the lace underwear. Her hands are shoved under the facet, the water burns the cuts on her knuckles. Dustin's ankle is sprained.
Jen's wet hands scrub at her grimy face. Nancy's eyebrow is sliced open. Wet hands run through her hair. Her wide eyes linger on the cut on her arm. "Oh my god." Robin probably has a concussion. She searches under Steve's sink, she finds gauzes. She cries away the blood and wraps her arm with tears.
Violet still watches in a shocking silence. Everything is moving so quickly.
She yanks on Steve's clothes, grunts of pain and swore skin. The belt goes on the fourth hole. She's finding a pair of his socks, no shoes. She has another pair in his car.
She turns back towards Violet. "Daddy?" The small girl calls out again.
Jen fights back the cry as she picks up the little girl. "I'm.. Im following your daddy's plan. Okay?" Violet doesn't get it. Why would she. She's a kid. Jen races down the stairs with the little girl, she doesn't turn off lights as she goes.
She swipes up the fallen bear with an odd ease.
Steve's car is cold, he stopped using the heater his senior year. It's been two years since then. Guilt.
Jen places Violet in her car seat, buckles her in. Violet goes again, "d-daddy!" She starts to cry again as Jen closes the door. She races around the car, her shoes in the passenger side can wait. The car is coming closer. Nancy's car is coming closer.
It feels weird sitting in Steve's seat.
Jen pulls out of the driveway messily, her eyes on the rear view mirror, paying attention to Violet who still cries out. "Daddy! D-Daddy! Daddy!"
Is it the only fucking word she knows?
Jen knows she knows more.
Eventually the Leaving Hawkins, come again soon! sign makes her cry more. Jen grips the steering wheel with all of her, hands white and she caves in on herself.
Violet cries harder, she knows something isn't right.
This is all Steve's fault, because he ran. He ran like Lowen did and left his kid with someone else— Like Lowen did. Jen cries and she has to scrub away her tears with her cut up fingertips so she can see well. She cannot kill Steve's kid in a car accident by accident.
She still hates Steve Harrington, and now his kid is under her care—for the rest of her life.
