SEVEN. JEN WITH EVERYTHING SEEN HAWKINS, OCT. 1983
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This is fucked. He knows. But he's never done anything right since he started high school.
Steveremembers the first time he saw her at the trailer park.He knew he shouldn't have been back at Lowen's place, especially when his mind was drowned in Nancy Elizabeth Wheeler—but Violet was acting out of character. Like she suddenly hated his room and kept throwing her shoes at his legs.
(She wanted to go apparently.)
It was annoying and frustrating, because she couldn't talk and voice what she was trying to say. Every time Steve tried to stop it, it didn't work, and he nearly yelled at her. He's never yelled at a child before, he's never had reason too—kids weren't involved in his life. Until now.
His lips were parted when he noticed her watery eyes, and she cried silently—she's never done that before either. Steve officially declared Violet hated his room and house. He couldn't blame her. So, he took her and her shoes to the only other place he knew for this baby.
And there she was.
All dark, wavy hair down to her shoulders, that definitely looked like it could be a honey brown in the sun's highest point. Her stark maroon eyes. Dainty hands and fidgeting movements. A ring on her left pointer finger, it was made with small silver hearts. She was feeding a stray dog what seem to be meat. He remembers what she was wearing, a too big sweatshirt, and bare legs. He didn't know how she was out there in the October cold like that with nothing on her legs.
He remembers the tattoo of a butterfly on her left calf. It wasn't too big or too small, and it didn't look out of place at all either. He starts to wonder why she has it. There's also a scar near her chin, it's not too big but not too small—he wonders how she got it. If it was a freak accident or something with hefty purpose.
He flinches at a sudden voice. It isn't his or hers. It's deep, kind of hoarse—like they've just woken up. "Jen, c'mon, man. Do you know how cold it is out here? Go put on some damn pants." Steve then recognizes the voice, he has two classes with that voice. It's Eddie Munson, who's on his second year of being a senior. He scares the living shit out of Steve.
The girl, Jen, she rolls her eyes. She gently pets the dog as Eddie towers over them. "I'm fine. I told you to stop babysitting me. I don't need it."
Eddie's jaw sets, it doesn't seem malicious, more so worried and frustrated—like she's defied him before. "Then where the hell is your sister. Maybe I'll have a word with her."
Apparently Jen's sister is a touchy subject because the girl tenses and stops touching the hungry dog. The small dog looks up at her and her unmoving hand, small puppy eyes begging for more pets. Eddie raises his eyebrows in a knowing manner. Jen stands, arms crossing down her front. "I'll go put on pants."
