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CHAPTER THREE
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HOLLY JOLLY

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NOVEMBER 9th,1983
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚HAWKINS, INDIANA˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"what?" she asked even more confused after hearing Tommy's words she glanced around at everybody trying to figure it out "this creep was spying on us last night" Carol spoke Nancy looked over to jonathan as he quickly looked away "he's probably gonna save this one for later" Carol spoke handing Nancy the picture of her in her bra she slowly took it observing it steve clicks his tongue i grew confused thinking which picture Steve could have took it the one of Nancy was thill in there i shook my head trying not to think about it 

"see you can tell that he knows it was wrong but...man that's the thing with perverts... it's hardwired into em you know they just can't help themselves" Steve spoke taking the pictures from Nancy slowly stepping closer ripping up the pictures and dropping them patting  jonathan on the shoulder and ripping up more pictures Tommy laughs  as he watched it go down i was just confused as to why jonathan would do that was he stalking us? did he see the thing in the woods too? did he see where Barb went?

"so we'll just have to take away his toy" steve said throwing the picture pieces at jonathan and walking back to his bag he pasted me and my eyes followed him  "steve.." Nancy said looking hurt pleading him to stop this was probably embarrassing for her "no please not the camera" jonathan pleaded i felt bad for him jonathan went to go grab it but Tommy grabbed him pushing him back i know how much he worked for that camera i felt bad

"no no wait wait Tommy" steve said grabbing his shoulder "it's okay" Steve said as Tommy backed away from him hand up in defend he held out his camera to jonathan "steve don't" i say stepping up beside him he looked at me "what? don't give it back?" he asked me  i shake my head knowing exactly what he's doing as he's done it to me many times

  "here you go man" steve said pushing it out to him more jonathan went to reach for it and steve let it fall right out of his hand it broke it to a hundred pieces all over the school parking lot  i look down at it and up at steve he didn't even look sorry i miss the steve i used to know not this asshole he quickly glanced at me but looked away once he noticed i was pissed off  Tommy was laughing hysterically an arm around Carol as she laughed with him i shake my head at than and look at Jonathan who looked hurt and then to Nancy who also looked pissed at Steve

"come on let's go the games about to start" steve said quickly walking away Tommy and Carol following Jonathan quickly looked to the ground picking up as many pieces as he could i look around and bend down to help him along with Nancy I could tell this camera was unfix able i felt horrible this was Jonathan's favorite thing to do and what was he gonna tell his mother?  "I'm sorry he's such an asshole" i say jonathan didn't say anything i heard a familiar car horn i look up and see my dads police car he looked annoyed already i quickly stand up and hand the pieces to Jonathan he gave me a slight smile

"i'm sorry again" i say he nods and gives me a soft looking telling me it's okay i know it's not my fault but being friends with Steve makes it seem like it is i grip my book bag straps and look down at the mess of pictures and camera pieces i shake my head  and make my way to my dads car

i get in and look over at him he didn't make eye contact no 'how was your day' or anything he was definitely still mad i felt sad i thought about this morning and what i said i probably took it a bit to far we pulled out of the school parking lot and he turned left which is not the way to our house i look over at him confused  "where are we going?" i ask he was quite for a minute thinking on the right words

"well since you think you're grown and you want to be involved you're coming with me" he said a small smile appeared on my face i look over at him no hint of emotion on his face at all i could tell he was still mad "really?" i ask he nods leaning into his window

i remember when i was little and he would take me on little runs like chasing some teenage kids out of an ally way that was private property or someone was speeding little things that weren't serious enough for me to be scared but to just enjoy being with my dad  i always thought it was exciting i wanted to be like him he seemed to love his job and always had something fun to do or he would always come home with a Story to tell me and Sarah thinking about this made me feel even worse about what i said this morning i know he was always tryign his best but sometimes it doesn't feel like it

"i'm sorry for this morning" i say bluntly he glanced over at me shocked i was apologizing i'm stubborn just like my dad i usually wait it out until he apologizes or until we both forget about it and move on i don't like to admit i'm wrong but maybe i was this morning "i was hung over and i don't know what i was talking about" i say he nods

"it's okay kid i just need you to understand that i'm just trying to protect you" he said softly i look over at him i nod i know he was but sometimes i don't need to be protected sometimes i want to be involved and don't think he understands that "i know" i say nodding

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