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In which Harlow Byers finds out about the strange things that are going on in Hawkins, as she tries to find out the mystery of her brother's disappearance. While denying her feelings for the one person she hates most.
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The night sky had arrived once the Byers twins had gotten home. The three teenagers had been talking nonstop about the endless possibilities of what was truly going on. But none of them could give a straight answer. Once they opened the door the last person that Harlow was expecting to see sitting on the couch was her father. Her face had dropped and turned stone cold. Her parents were leaning back on the couch with a bottle of liquor sitting on the table.
"Hey, kids," Lonnie said, leaning onto his knees.
"What's going on?" Jonathan asked, a hint of irritation behind his words.
"Your dad's, uh, gonna stay here tonight. On the couch," Joyce stammered.
"Yeah, I'm here as long as you need me, okay? How are you holding up?"
"Yeah, but the thing is we don't need you here. Mom—what the hell is this?" Harlow narrowed her eyes as Jonathan made his way over to the blue tarp covering the wall.
"What happened?"
Harlow's eyes widened at the sight of the hole.
"Don't worry about that," Lonnie interjected.
"Mom...that thing you saw before, did it come back?" Jonathan asked.
"Jonathan, that's enough,"
He let out a sigh, "Can we talk? Alone?"
The older man got up from his spot on the couch, just as quickly Harlow took his seat next to her mother.
"Harlow, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be talking with your mother right now. How about you join us in the other room,"
"Just because you've decided to show up after all this time doesn't mean you can try and start acting like a father. Jonathan wanted to talk to you—not me—so if I want to talk to my mother I can," Harlow completely turned her head away from the man, done with their small conversation. All she was focused on was trying to connect dots with everything that's happened.
After the two left Harlow didn't waste any time on asking her mother questions. "Hey...are you okay?"
"I'm as good as any of us can be,"
Harlow's face saddened. She knew that this was the worst timing for any of this, but she needed to know what happened. "Mom...I need you to tell me what happened with that whole in the wall,"
"No—honey, I'm sorry, you're father's right...I can't do this right now,"
"No, mom please—you're not crazy I believe you—I believe everything, I just need you to tell me what happened. Please don't let Lonnie tell you to give up hope,"
"I will never give up hope for your brother. God I will keep these lights up till the day I die if there's even a chance that he is still out there—I just can't do this tonight. Okay?" Joyce stated before leaning over and kissing the top of Harlow's head.
