Chapter Three

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"What do we do?"Nancy whispered to others,her hands still glued onto the steering wheel although she wouldn't be going anywhere,as the officer was still resting against the hood of her car.Why was he here,Hopper said they weren't in trouble,was that some sort of trick?Or..did something else happen in the time they were out shopping?

It made no sense whatsoever,and as Nancy looked over at her girlfriend,she was pretty sure that Robin was already panicking in her seat as well.The sound of sirens too loud for her ears and the flashing lights too bright for her eyes;she wished she could hold her hand and brush through her hair,telling her everything would be okay.Maybe it would be and she was just assuming it wouldn't.

Whoever the police officer was,he gestured for them step to out of the car so that he could talk to them properly and investigate the inside of the car.Fuck,the weapons.If they found them they'd be questioned for days and days without rest,the dread slowly setting over them until they confessed to something they didn't do because it was squeezed out of them.
Everything was a total disaster.First they were told that there was yet another murder,caused by some weird guy with daddy issues from another dimension,and now they were being surrounded by police for no apparent reason?
Could their lives be any worse?

Still,the four of them complied to getting out of the vehicle as they didn't want to dig themselves a deeper hole that they couldn't get out of,ever."Miss Wheeler,Miss Buckley,Mr Harrington and Mr Munson,perfect that the four of you are here together,saves us time from looking for you,"he said,sounding sincere even though the grimace in his face said otherwise in about 100 different languages.
"Yes,that's us,"Steve said with a frown,his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Don't give me that attitude,boy,if we don't buy your story then you might be spending some time in jail,"he said again,grabbing him by the shoulder and leading him into the house,the other police doing the same with Nancy,Robin and Eddie,who mumbled something a little too loudly and the police threatened him with sending him to jail right away.
"What is happening?"the brunette asked impatiently as she struggled against the grip of the officers,trying to break out from them and rush into her house.Maybe that way she could lock herself in her room and pretend nothing happened,and that everything is just a horrible dream that will soon be over.

"Why don't you tell us."He held her shoulders tighter,sensing that she would be one to get away somehow.They entered the house through the already unlocked front door,walking into the living room slowly as if they were trudging around in mud.There were only three other people waiting for them inside:Mrs Wheeler,Mr Wheeler and Holly,who was hiding behind her mothers back as she stared at her sister and her friends worriedly.As a 6 year old she was more considerate than these police.

"Here is you child,"the tall officer holding Nancy finally broke the awkwardness,in which they seemed to be frozen in,pushing the girl towards her mother.There wasn't a single word spoken between them as they glanced at each other,not really keeping eye contact.Robin watched the two with a slight feeling of remorse,which didn't entirely make sense as it wasn't her fault.It wasn't Nancys fault either though.

She broke down in tears,covering them with her hands as Karen continued to look at her wordlessly."Someone get her a tissue for gods sake,"the tall one said,and Robin jumped straight into the position,already knowing where the Wheelers bathroom was as she had spent so much time at their house.A minute later she came rushing back with a bundle of toilet paper in her hands,handing it over to Nancy,who seemed like all she could do with it was crush it with great force until it crumpled,sort of like her sanity.So instead,the blonde retreated it and dabbed the girls pink cheeks and eyes with it carefully,holding her face up with her fingertips in a 'friend' like sort of way.

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