Escape ~ S.Harrington

8} Drama Alert!

BE-

Not today bitch! I finally beat your ass!

Jenna hadn't gotten much sleep that night. She was either up, overthinking, or getting jolted awake from the nightmares that were starting to resurface; dreams she hadn't faced for years. She estimated that she had gotten maybe an hour of sleep, and it was very evident just by looking at her. As Jenna examined herself in the mirror, she could see the start of dark circles beginning to form under her sad, tired eyes and she overall just appeared exhausted and groggy. Her hangover was adding to the exhausted and burnt out feeling even more since her head was pounding. Going against how her body felt and her better judgment, she got up out of her desk chair that she'd been spinning around in and grabbed clothes so she could have a nice, calming shower.

That was the plan... until her brother decided that the bathroom was his for the morning.
"Haha, I got to the bathroom first and you... whoa what the hell happened to you, sis?" Dustin's face dropped as soon as his eyes caught hers.
"Don't even with me right now Dustin. I just want a shower so please mov-"
Before she could utter another word, Dustin dragged Jenna by her arm down the hall, into his room, and quickly shut the door behind him.
"What was that for!? I just wanted a shower, asshole! I had an awful night and-"
"Eleven has powers," Dustin blurted out, covering his mouth immediately after the words left his lips.
"What? Who?"
"The girl. From the woods. Yeah. She can do freaky shit with her mind."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER!?"
"BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T HOME, BITCH!"
"DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT!"

"That's beside the point right now, Jenna. Calm down, you sound like a goddamn child," Dustin scolded her, "Now, where were we? Oh yeah, ELEVEN HAS FREAKING MIND POWERS JENNA, MIND POWERS!"
"Alright, alright tone it down before Mom hears you yelling about delusional shit. Tell me what happened."
Dustin told Jenna about his interactions with Eleven the night before over at the Wheeler's house. Jenna stared at him in complete and utter shock.
How could that be?
I didn't know there were that many!
What the hell was being kept from me?
Why hadn't I known someone escaped?
Man, I need to pay better attention to the scary voice sometimes.

"And so- whoa. Why do you look like that? I mean, I was shocked too but I didn't look like I was having an entire mid-life crisis," Dustin scoffed.
"Hey, shut the fuck up. We both know you probably freaked the fuck out when she closed that door with her mind."
"Did not. How would you even know anyways? You weren't even there."
"Because, you're my brother and I know how you act. Wait, oh shit! I need to get ready for school. Talk with you later, Dusty."
"I got to get ready too. Let's meet up after school. Out near the power lines near Mike's house, okay?"
"Sure, I'll try. And if I can't, I'll find a way to let you know."

In response, Dustin gave her a thumbs up and they both went their separate ways to get ready for school. Jenna ran in her room and quickly threw on her bra, a Van Halen shirt, and a pair of basic jeans. As she aggressively brushed through her hair in an attempt to speed up the process, she stopped slightly and really took in how she looked. Purplish circles starting to form under her eyes, flushed face, chapped lips, and scratch marks all over her arms trying to get the haunting feeling off of her throughout the night, even though there was nothing physically there with her. She shook her head and finished brushing her hair before quickly dabbing on a bit of concealer, which wasn't doing much to hide the dark purple.

She grabbed her backpack and threw on her sneakers as she headed out of her room into the kitchen, where she quickly grabbed an orange for breakfast. She grabbed her keys off the counter and headed out to her car. Once in the driver's seat, she grabbed a pair of old sunglasses that she stole from Steve the past summer in hopes of hiding her under eye problems even more and helping aid her hangover. She started up her car and cranked the radio, as always, while preparing for yet another day of school.
Fuck me, my head really hurts.