Serve & Protect

Chapter 11- Smirnoff

Callahan picked you up from the hospital the following morning and took you down to the station to take your statement regarding everything that had happened last night.

It was hard to recall it all aloud. Callahan was patient and comforting while you told him everything and before you knew it, he was dropping you off at Hoppers cabin after refusing to let you drive your own car there.

"I can walk you inside if you want?" He offered, putting on the handbrake as he glanced over at you in the passenger seat.

"Nah, it's okay. Thanks for driving me and retrieving this from the crime scene." You replied holding up your duty belt that he had grabbed from inside your house earlier.

"No worries. Try and get some rest, okay?"

You nodded and Callahan smiled sadly at you before you climbed out his car and watched him drive away down the long dirt road.

Maybe you should have let him walk you inside. At least then he could have explained everything to Hopper because you did not want to have that conversation. How were you meant to tell him what happened? Fuck, you should have thought this through.

Instead of going inside, you walked over to Hoppers Chevy and leant against the back of the car trying to get your thoughts in order and figure out how to tell him... did you even have to tell him? He was the Chief, but he wasn't the one who took your statement, that was Callahan, so technically Hopper didn't need to know.

But would he find out anyway? Callahan wouldn't say anything if you asked him not to. But would Hopper read your statement at the station? Maybe.

Suddenly the front door of the cabin opened, and a very naked Hopper stepped out wearing a blanket as a towel to cover his lower half.

Well, that was a sight you were not expecting.

Joyce Byers suddenly followed him out onto the porch and your jaw dropped as you stared at them in shock.

This was why he never showed up yesterday. He was too busy with Joyce to help you and by the state of how undressed he was, you were willing to bet what they had been doing.

Wow.

Wasn't Joyce still with Bob? Was she cheating on him?

Hopper picked up what looked to be wet clothes from the porch rail before dropping them again in frustration. Joyce hovered beside him saying something you couldn't hear before they both wandered back inside the cabin completely oblivious to you by the car.

You hesitated for a moment before following them into the cabin a mixture of anger and sadness whirling around inside of you.

Joyce was standing in the main room when you entered, and you noted the door closed to Hopper's bedroom where he was no doubt getting changed into something other than a bedsheet.

"Oh, Y/N, hey. How are- whoa, are you okay?" Joyce began to greet happily before she noticed the bruises and cuts on your face and her eyes widened.

"You do remember, Bob, right?" You snapped not even pretending to be nice.

Bob didn't deserve this. Although deep down, you knew you weren't angry because of Bob, but you refused to acknowledge your own feelings for Hopper.

"What-"

"He's a nice guy. Great, even."

"Yeah, I know." Joyce agreed frowning in confusion.

"So, why the fuck are you cheating on him with Hopper?" You questioned bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.