Your parents decide to relocate after an incident the summer before your freshmen year of high school, one that leaves you irrevocably changed.
But after three years away, you decide to stop running from your demons and return to Hawkins High for y...
"FUCK!" you whisper yell to Eddie, who looks just as afraid as you, his brown eyes wide. You told him about your parents. If they knew what you just did and who you did it with, they'd never let you out of the house again; hell, they'd probably move you back to Colorado.
He rolls off the bed, stumbling for his pants and shirt.
"Get under," you whisper frantically, pushing him down under the bed before he can protest.
You run back into bed, flop on your belly, and close your eyes, hoping you're a good enough actress to pull this off.
"Hey, sweetie," your mom says, not a few seconds later when she opens up your bedroom door.
"Miss us?" your dad chimes in.
"Mmm?" you say, rolling over to face them. You rub your eyes, pretending you just got up. "What time is it?"
"Just past 9. Your father decided he wanted to start making the trek home early after the convention so that we can have a quiet Sunday. He also wanted to see if we could make mass which, if we hurry up..."
"Wait," your dad chimes in with a suspicious voice, eyes looking around the room.
Your stomach drops. The vodka from last night threatens to come back up.
"I smell cigarettes. Have you been smoking, Y/N?"
"What? No...we...Stacy and I went to her little sister's boyfriend's house last night. He was throwing a party because he wanted to impress the kids on his basketball team, and Stacy and I drove her there. We stayed a little while but there were a lot of people smoking."
"Hmm," your dad responds, making his way toward the closet.
"Dad, seriously?" you say. "There's no one here." You'd never given your parents reason to suspect you'd lie to them so you weren't sure where this newfound suspicion was coming from.
"Just checking," he says noncommittally, before he quickly opens the closet door.
"Hun, we're going to be late for mass if we don't go soon," your mom warns, checking her watch. "Y/N, get up, get your faced washed, and meet us downstairs in 20, okay?"
"Got it," you with a smile, playing the role of the doting daughter as a way to get them the fuck out of your room.
After they close the door, you wait to hear two sets of footsteps make their way down the hall to their bedroom before you get down on the floor to check on Eddie.
"Fuck, that was terrifying," he pops up, running his hands through his hair. "Pretty sure your dad would've thrown me out the window."
"Probably," you laugh. "Listen, I gotta get down there and you need to go. Window?"
"Window," he repeats, pulling you into a hug. "But hopefully next time I'm sneaking in it, not out," he winks, giving your ass a light slap before making his way out.
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