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𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟐 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 ꜰɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀꜱ
"𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐌." Juliette stated. She was sat in Mike Wheelers basement, a tie covering her eyes as she went into the void. Juliette had gotten strength back so she let El sit this one out.
"Where is he?" Max asked, sitting before her girlfriend.
Juliette's voice was horse, broken, as if she was screaming for days straight and now could barely talk. "The woods."
Lucas tilted his in confusion, "Woods?"
Juliette nodded "He's with. . . Joyce." Her voice, small.
"My-My mom?"
Max furrowed her eyebrows, her hand resting on the brunette's knee, letting her know it was okay, that she was here and not going anywhere. "What are they doing?"
Lu sighed, "Illinois."
Karen Wheeler shouted down to the basement, letting the raven haired boy know that breakfast was ready. He called back before turning to his friend. "The state?" Juliette hummed in agreement, taking the blindfold off, blinking to adjust to the light.
Being the best girlfriend she is, Max stood up, grabbing Juliette's hand as she dragged the girl to the bathroom. The red head grabbed a small cloth, running it under water before cleaning up the blood that ran from Juliette's nose. It reminded the superpowered girl of the previous year in the Byers kitchen.
Max's movement slowed as her blue eyes trailed to the prominent lines bruising the Amour girls neck. Juliette's dirt covered blue nails traced along the maroon as she gazed in the mirror.
"Does it still hurt?"
Juliette dropped her hand, looking down as she fiddled with her hands in front of her stomach. "Only when I talk."
"Well, it's a good thing you're not Steve, then. 'Blah, blah, blah'. You'd be in constant pain."
Juliette chuckled, looking up to her girlfriend with admiring eyes. She loved her. No. Wait! That's way too soon. They'd only known each other for like. . . eight months and been together for less. It was too soon, right. It wasn't like either would die in the next day. . . right?
"Don't tell him I said that. I don't need Steve to act all big brother, dad mode. . . He'll do that anyway when he sees it." Max joked but Juliette's smile fell, knowing that the older boy had been M.I.A for the past day and what was she suppose to say when he sees the marks on her neck. Say, 'hey Stevie, I got into a fight with flared Billy Hargrove but I'm fine now.' No. She couldn't say that because Steve would want to kill him, it would give him a reason to and last year Steve filled miserably. If he was to punch him now, Billy would kill Steve in seconds.
