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IT WAS A DAY UNLIKE no other. Haven started her day by waking up at 6:30 A.M, taking a shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and having Steve drive her to school. Just like every morning, it was the same. But even though it was the same, something felt off. It wasn't different than any other day, so she kept going on with her morning.

-HAVENS POV-

"You're late." Is the first thing i say when i get in the car. Steve had been late before, but never this late. "Just shut up." He says while zooming off. I throw my book-bag in the back seat and then lean my head against the window. The window was cold, but it felt nice. Ive had a headache all day and the fact that Steve didn't pick me up on time made it worse.

"Where were you?" I question, with my head still on the window. He sighed "I was at home, i just got busy.". I lift my head and look over at him. I scoff "Busy with what? Homework. Oh wait, you don't do your homework, i do.". Steve throws his head back, "Just shut up, god your so annoying.".

Once we were home, steve parked in the driveway. The car stopped and i grabbed my bag and got out. I slammed the door when i got out, just to bother steve. "Hey, don't slam my fucking door!" Steve screams at me while slamming his door. I run to the door and pull out my keys, but drop them. "Fuck." I say. Steve then grabs my keys and unlocks the door. He dangles the keys in front of my face. I grab them and go inside our house.

I drop my bag and go to the kitchen. The house was quite beside the rustling of steve in the living room. The house was always quiet. Our parents were never home. They were always traveling or partying, and since I'm a year younger than steve, that made him in charge.

Since steve is in charge, he's always partying with his jackass friends. Tommy and Carol were always over, drinking beer and doing random shit. Tommy and Carol don't like me. Well i don't really know if they do or don't, but steve tells them to bother me when he doesn't want to.

Steve has never bee a good brother. He's always home, but he never is making sure im ok. I take care of myself for the most part, steve takes care of himself. Other than doing his homework, which i do because i want him to graduate so he can leave.

While in the kitchen, i made myself a sandwich and started to tidy up. Then all of a sudden, the lights started flickering, i thought nothing about it.

After i ate my sandwich i walked into the living room and saw steve drinking a beer on the couch. I pause and turn to walk the other way, but before i could steve starts talking. "Did you do your homework?" He asks me. I turn back around and nod. I walk over to the other couch and sit down. "Why were you late?" I question once again. He sighed "I was talking to Nancy.". I fake gasp "Steve Harrington, talking to Nancy Wheeler. What a surprise.". He puts his beer on the table "Why are you such a bitch?" He asks me. I stand up and try to walk away, but steve yellls at me "Hey, i asked you a question.". I laugh "Why am i bitch? Oh maybe its because you prioritize everything else besides your family and you treat me like shit.". I look into his eyes "I'm sorry but having to take care of you is a handful." He says.

"You don't take care of me, you barley acknowledge me!" I yell at him. He gets up off the couch "Fuck you." He says. I turn away from him "I hate you."
"Im not fond of you either, but guess what.We only have each other." He says. I then walk away. I walkthrough the hallways and up the stairs and to my room. I slam my door closed and plop onto my bed. With my back against the mattress, i grab a pillow, put it to my face and scream.

-Time skip-

    It was the next morning. I did my everyday routine, waking up at 6:30 A.M, taking a shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and having steve take me to school.

    The hallways of Hawkins High were full of loud teenagers, and yelling from teachers. Everyone had their group, except me. I never really fit in, i prefer to be alone anyways.

    While at my locker, Steve came over to me. "Hey, uh you should come over with my group. You can talk to barb or something." He told me. I sigh and close my locker "lead the way." I say. I may hate my brother, but Barb was nice, so it couldn't be that bad.

He led me over to his locker where, Tommy, carol, Nancy, and Barb were. I stood by Barb while Steve was talking to Nancy.

"Uh, Haven, i won't be home tonight. I'm going to help Nancy study." Steve tells me. "Okay." I say.

"Hey guys, look at the freak.". We all turn and see Jonathan Byers, hanging up missing posters. "How much you wanna bet he killed him." Steve says.

"Knock it off." I say to them. Carol and Tommy make a face at me. I then walk over to Jonathan, "Hey, I'm sorry about will. I hope he's ok.". He looks at me "Thanks." He says before walking away.

I stood there for a minute, looking at the poster. I never really knew will, but I babysat his friend Dustin. Will seemed nice though.

I walked back over to the group. The bell than rang, we all went our separate ways. But for the rest of the day, all I thought about was the little boy that was missing.

-Time skip-

After school, Steve drove me home. I went to my room to do homework, while Steve was in his room getting ready to "study." With Nancy. I'm not even going to think about what they are doing. I don't want to imagine that.

"I'm leaving, Haven." Steve says, peeking through the door of my room. I nod and stared back down at my papers. I heard Steve walk downstairs, and open door. Then he was gone. And for the rest of the night, I sat in silence.

After a couple of hours, Steve came home. He went straight to bed, and so did I. I lay in my bed. Thinking to myself, why is my family like this?

A/N

Before anyone says anything, yes I know that Jonathan puts up the flyers when they talk about the party, but since there isn't a lot of Steve in the first episode I improvised. 👍🏻

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