Raining Hellfire 2

Chapter 11: Into The Hive Mind

Steve stirs awake beside you and you let out a much-needed sigh of relief.

But before you could reassure him, he had already set his eyes on the person beside him.

"Nancy?" He said groggily and you almost burst out laughing.

Mike stared back at him, confused and slightly offended.

"Close. But, uh, really not." You chuckle and he swings his head back around to where you sat in between him and Dustin.

"Y/N." Steve frowns.

"Yeah?"

"Your head." He tentatively reaches out to you but you lower his hand, surprised as his reaction.

"I'll survive." You smile. As he looked up at you, you had a clear view of the bruises forming on his face. "You on the other hand... I don't know, Steve, I think this might be the end."

He widens his eyes, panicked, and you immediately feel regret.

"Shit. Sorry, it's not-" You sigh, rubbing your eyes, "I make inappropriate jokes when I'm scared."

"No, don't touch it." Dustin speaks when Steve reaches to his own face, "Hey, buddy..."

Steve squints to see the boy more clearly. He was still coming around, completely oblivious to everything happening.

Dustin smiled, "You put up a good fight."

"He was beating you to a pulp." You comment, wincing.

"He kicked your ass but you put up a fight." Dustin corrects and you smile sympathetically.

Steve's hand reaches around for something to hold on to, unsure as to why he felt like he was travelling 60 miles per hour. His fingers brushed over your own and grasped onto your hand. You let him.

"Okay, you're gonna keep straight for a half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai."

Once Lucas starts giving directions, that's when Steve finally focused on what was happening.

"What's going on?" He asked, groggily and you held your breath, watching as his eyes drifted to the drivers seat.

To say he freaked out would be an understatement.

Since you most definitely had a concussion, it meant that someone else had to drive. Steve was knocked out, Mike straight-up refused to take control of a moving vehicle, Lucas panicked under pressure, and there was no way you were letting Dustin behind the wheel. Which left Max.

Lucky for you, you both shared the same father.

*

"Nice job, Y/N." Your father praised as you stepped out of the vehicle.

He had dragged you and Max out to an abandoned parking lot since your mother had a doctor's appointment. You always dreaded the days your father would need to take care of you. He only ever wanted to spend time with you when it benefited him. Today, he was teaching you to drive. He claimed it was for quality bonding time. You knew he just needed a getaway driver.

"Max." He called to your younger sister, her blue eyes poking out above the comic book she was reading. "Why don't you give her a spin?"

He jangled the keys tantalisingly at your sister who came rushing over, eager to be included. Your heart dropped.

"What? But she's only 7-" You try but he glares at you.

"Do you not want your sister to have fun?" He asked, a smile on his face but dominance behind his eyes. He was manipulating you.