" That One Night With Will Byers " | BYLER | ✿ P R I N C E S S D A I S Y ! ! ✿

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - ' fire, cracks, and booms '

" ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐌𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ~ 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢 - 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 "

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Once I let go of Will, Jonathan brusted in the room, asking us if we were ready to go. We were both ready to go, and Jonathan was explaining what we were going to do. Will put his backpack on, throwing the straps over his shoulder, and tightening the straps. It felt like everything was going in slow motion as the window broke, shattering against Jonathan's back. Jonathan started screaming to get out of the room, I gripped Will's hand, yanking him up the stairs and hiding behind the little "island" of the Byers house. I was huffing quietly, but Will was panicking. I put my hand over him, almost like I was protecting him. I was in a way, but that's not important, I just need to make sure Will makes it out safely. Will was hyperventilating, the man told us to follow him. I held onto Will's hand tightly, pulling him gently.

The gunshots continued as we moved, he told us to stay and then moved around us, I grabbed onto Will as he was panicking, "It's okay, I'm right here." I whispered, moving my fingers up and down his arm. The man screamed at us to get down, so, that's what we did. Crouching down, I wrapped my arms around Will, pulling him closer to me. Will grabbed onto my arm and my side in a panic, hyperventilating loudly. He told us, "I shoot, you run," as loudly as he could so we could all hear. I didn't think Will heard, so I pulled on his button up slightly, pulling him up and almost jogging him over to the island once again.

The man got shot in the process, so Will and I took initiative and grabbed onto him, helping him outside where Argyle was. Argyle was panicking as we screamed at him to drive, he was asking so many questions when we had barely escaped with our lives and wanted to get out of there. "DRIVE!" We screamed, he obeyed, slamming on the gas and trying to get us out of there. They guy was bleeding out, groaning in agony. I was grossed out by the amount of blood spilling out of him, but we all covered up his wound with our hands, napkins, extra towels, anything we could find, but that was before he was explaining to us that there was a number we could call for an Owens, to tell him the girl was in danger, El. I searched for a piece of paper in a panic. Will scrambled for a piece and handed it to me, I took it, "I need a pen!" I yelled, looking for one. The man handed me a pen, I took it, asking for the number, but he wouldn't give it. I asked one final time before his hand dropped to the floor.

I looked at Jonathan, Jonathan sighed, sitting back. Will was still hyperventilating, trying to bring himself back to his senses. There was blood all over my hands, Will's, and Jonathan's, I gagged lightly. "What do we do?" I asked, Jonathan sighed at me, he wasn't sure either. Jonathan told Argyle to drive to a place they hung out with, at first I was confused. It was dark, and I really wanted to sleep, but Jonathan said we had to at least get the body out and wash our hands before we even tried to sleep. Argyle parked at the junkyard and watched as we pulled the man's body out of his trunk and set it on the dusty ground. Jonathan pulled out some bottled water that seemed rather convenient and poured it on our hands, running the blood off our hands. After, we all piled back in and tried to catch some sort of sleep. Will stayed close and held my hand discreetly, falling asleep rather quickly. I stayed awake for a few before completely shutting down and passing out.

The next morning was hot and humid, the wind didn't blow which made it harder to be out there in long sleeves with jeans. Jonathan explained that we needed to bury this man, instead of leaving his dead body there on the ground in a junkyard. "God, it's hot out here." I complained as soon as I stepped out of the van, Will looked at me, "Don't you have a shirt on under that?" He asked, I was confused, of course I was wearing a shirt under my jacket? My plain white tee. I nodded, "Yeah, of course. What about it?" I asked, he scoffed, lifting the blue jacket up and over my head. I blinked, "A little better?" He asked, I thought for a second, how was he so smart? For some reason, I didn't even think of taking my blue jacket off, I nodded. He giggled lightly, turning around, Jonathan looked at me. "You're a little red, Mike." He whispered, I choked, turning around and touching my burning face. "Am I?" I asked, he nodded. "M-Must be the sun." I blurted out, turning around and running toward Will, picking up one out of the two shovels Will found.