[DISCONTINUED]
"Why don't we just stay like this forever?"
"You want to stay with me forever?"
"Of course"
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After a year of being in Italy the Harringtons move back to Hawkins and hit resume on the lives they paused...
Will their alre...
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𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
♥ ♥ ♥ October 12th 1985
Graceland Harrington
Sunday came around fast. It's been a few days since I saw Leni. Or anyone for that matter. I've stayed in my room. I haven't spoken to Steve or Eddie. Eddie hasn't called either. I kind of expected him to call at least once. But he didn't. I know something's up but right now I just can't focus on that.
I haven't been able to get her off my mind. Or...at least what she did. Not so much her.
I feel like I've cheated. Even though I haven't done anything wrong. I really haven't.
If I was truly being honest I would go to Leni, right now and tell her she's too late. I don't feel that way for her anymore.
But I did. Oh I was so in love with her. I mean who wouldn't be, she's beautiful, gentle, but she isn't the one I want anymore. I feel awful for feeling that way but I do.
If she would have told me when I left I would have kissed her back, but kissing her didn't feel right.
Kissing Eddie does though...his soft lips feel like clouds. His giggly smile after we pull away. I love looking at him, watching him, I love the feeling of his hair on my face when I wake up, it's just enough to tickle a little. I love feeling him next to me. I love when he holds my hand or braids my hair. I love when he tickles me even though I hate the feeling of it.
I love being with him.
So much.
The ring of the house phone interrupts my thoughts. I groan and let it ring. Steve is at work today so I'm home alone.
It continues to ring then stops. I sigh in relief till it rings again.
"Oh my god" I groan and throw my blanket off of me. I get up and walk towards my door. I put in my slippers and rush down the stairs. I jump onto the couch and reach over towards the table and grab the phone.
"Harrington house" I say. "Grace?" I hear in a whisper tone over the phone. "Yes, who is this?" "It's your mother" she whispers in such a low voice I can't even recognize her. I furrow my brows "are you ok?" I speak. "Shh" I furrow my brows again, why do we have to be quiet. "What's going on?" I say I'm a hushed voice.
"I need your help"
"With what? Where's dad"
She doesn't answer. I hear her take a deep breath in then out. She sounds like she's holding back tears. Despite my hate for her, she's still my mother. I'm worried. "Mom?" I haven't said that word to her in a long time, I haven't meant it in a long time.
