❝ Something Infinite ❞
Your mom will be out of town for the summer on business and you get sent to live with your aunt Joyce and her husband Jim in Indiana while she's gone. Joyce works at the library and Jim is the town sheriff - Will, Jonathan and...
SOMETHING INFINITE • PART ONE M A Y B E T H E W O R L D W O N ' T E N D
"C'mon Harrington, don't be a pussy, get in."
"Shit, hurry up Tommy!"
"Shut up, I'm going!"
With two wires held tightly between his fingers, Tommy Hagan quickly brushed them together until the old Chevy Blazer rumbled to life, Lynyrd Skynard's Call Me the Breeze screaming through the speakers.
Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road! I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load!
"Fuck yeah, get it in drive!"
Steve didn't know how he ended up there in the passenger seat of an about-to-be-stolen car – sheriff's car to be exact – and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Tommy struggled to shift it into gear. His hands gripped the dash in front of him as he watched a light come on inside the house, "Jesus, Tommy, fucking move!"
"I'm trying, god damn gear shift is stuck!"
It was the hundredth weekend in a row, Steve was certain, that his parents were out of town on business and the fight he'd had with his dad that night had been a real crowning achievement. The worst of all time and something in him snapped. All he wanted now was to feel something. Anything. And it was barreling toward him like a train off the rails.
"HEY, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLES! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY TRUCK!"
"Oh shit, we gotta go, we gotta go!"
"Fucking bail!"
The screen door on the front of Hopper's house flung open so hard the whole frame shook as it slammed shut behind him.
"Get outta here, meet back at my place!" Kyle and Tommy jumped out of the car so fast Steve didn't have any time to think.
"Shit, shit shit shit," scrambling, Steve's hand fumbled on the door handle as he shoved it open, scraping his leg against the runner board on his way down. Hair messed and wild in his eyes, he looked up to see his friends were already over the fence and sprinting toward the tree line behind Hopper's place, "Wait!"
Not bothering to close the door behind him, Steve tried to pick up a sprint, but a large hand half-shoved, half-grabbed the back of his neck and within seconds he was face down in the lawn with a mouth full of grass and dirt, Hop's weight pressing him into the ground.
"You little shits think you're so clever. Well, s'the last time you fuck with Hopper, hm?"
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It was dark, the summer night thick and warm when you arrived at your aunt's place in Hawkins. Nothing like Indianapolis. The moon hung high in the inky black sky, stars blinking above you like holes poked through canvas, and the sound of crickets and frogs off over the fence was almost deafening. No ambulance sirens, no yelling, no loud music in the apartment above you. Your stomach sank. What was this place?
