Unexpected

Father.

OK THERE WILL BE CHILD ABUSE AND SH THIS CHAPTER. IT MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE, I HAVE PUT TWS BEFORE THE PARAGRAPH, BUT IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO READ IT, YOU ARE FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER, SCROLL TO THE END AND ILL GIVE YOU A BRIEF SUMMARY WITH OUT THE ABUSE.

Dustin and Mike started setting up tables with maps of Hawkins. William was going from room to room making sure the blinds and curtains are closed. 

 

I was having a moment in the guest room.

 

I knew my dad's Russian home and work phone numbers, and maybe he even stayed in California to look for me. Which was highly unlikely. Maybe. Just maybe. But what if he didnt? What would you do then? Cry about it like baby? That's what he'd want you to do. Be sad over his departure. Selfish asshole. It made my blood boil.

 

Thoughts, am I right? 

 

"Something bothering you? You've been staring at the telephone for a while?" It was William's mom, I jumped, being spooked that there was another human being in the room. Wondering how long she's been there. 

 

Probably for a while.

 

"Da, just wondering if I should call my father." I solemnly admit. This causes the floodgates that I didn't know I was holding back, to burst. And I sobbed, shaking my body as I did. Rattling my bones with each heave of air I took.

 

"Oh, sweetie." She comes in fully and sits by where I was sitting on the bed near the telephone. "Well, why do you want to call him?" She asks after I calmed down a little bit. While rubbing circles on his back as I cried. I still shook like a wet dog. 

 

"I guess, to know if he worries about me? Or if he only takes me because I am blood. Or to tell him I am happy without him." I said while wiping away tears. And through sobs.

 

"And why do you not want to call him?" She asks.

 

( TW!!!! STOP. THERE IS ABUSE / CHILD ABUSE AND SH BEYOND THIS POINT YOU ARE FREE TO SKIP AHEAD UNTIL YOU FIND IT UNBOLDED. READ WITH CAUTION. MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE.) 

 A beat skipped. Suddenly I was back at his home, I was being yelled at. "Where were you?" father says demanding where I was for the past three hours. "Do you know what time it is? DO YOU?"

 

I couldn't answer because I was out with will. And what would happen? I would get killed. That would happen. Murdered by my own father. "Nowhere. Just out." I lied through my teeth. Killed in my own 'home'.

 

"Liar. I bet you were out with some fag. Sucking their dick. Were you?" father yelled. I wish. "Tata, you're drunk." I shouldn't have said that. I got struck. Hard. I could feel it sting.