Basic Instinct [stranger things]

7. Movies

CHAPTER SEVEN
MOVIES

Luckily for Kimmy, Aaron didn't drag her home after their slight run-in earlier. He obviously had no intention of going back to school either.

Instead they had opted for some ice cream.

The two were sat side by side on a park bench not to far from the ice cream parlour, schoolbagd disreguarded by their feet.

However, it wasn't long before Kimmy was lost in her own thoughts upon catching sight of a young girl and her mother playing together in the park. The girl was playing on the monkey bars as her mother lifted her across them, leaving the small child to believe she had done it all by herself as she landed.

The girl smiled up at her mother, giggling and clapping as she took a bow. Her mother clapped and congratulated her in faux surprise before she bent down and scooped her up in her arms spinning her around as the pair erupted into a laughter which could be heard by anyone near.

Kimmy's brows furrowed at the sight, an overwhelming feeling of nausea boiling within her stomach as it climbed up her throat, suddenly she wasn't interested in eating her ice cream anymore.

It didn't take long for the realisation to settle within her; that she was jealous of a three year old girl.

Kimmy was aware of how vastly pathetic it was, but she couldn't help it. Even years later she craved a relationship like that with her parents. It wasn't fair that others were granted it without exception. There were groups and groups of assholes who walked the halls of her middle school, and yet, Kimmy had known for a fact that they all had loving parents behind closed doors- she had interacted with them.

Kimmy also knew that people knew that her parents weren't loving or good people, and yet, it was brushed to the side.

She was brushed to the side, without a second thought.

Everyone knew about her mother being a drunk and her fathers mysterious whereabouts. Hawkins was a small town- people talked, there were more adults than they may have cared to admit that knew the bruises which caressed her face and body were too frequent to be brushed off as an accident.

But no one did anything, no one cared.

Kimmy convinced herself that she didn't like to dwell on it too much, but deep down she knew this to be false. Had she wanted to block it out and pretend that the events which played out behind the walls of her childhood house were normal- despite knowing otherwise.

There was a part of her that would never let it go- she knew it. If there wasn't, she wouldn't look for ties to her home life at any given opportunity. She supposed she did it subconsciously, she hated walking into her house after school, or spending more time in her parents presence than necessary.

So then why did she care so much?

She had no idea.

Kimmy quickly tore her stare from the two upon realising Aaron had been talking to her, not that she had noticed nor as much as heard a word he had said.

He looked to her with his brows knitted together, waiting patiently for her response.

"What?" Kimmy mumbled in a daze, doing her best to filling bring herself from her thoughts.

"How do you eat that," he teased, though there were some truth behind his words and Kimmy could tell, the grimace on his face alone was enough. "Seriously, you are going to get sick."

Kimmy soon caught on to what he was doing; he was trying to hold a conversation to ease the rising tension between the two of them, and she couldn't help but feel grateful at the gesture.