The Babysitters ♡ Steve Harrington

Episode 8

We unpacked our stuff from the car and brought it into the house. The lights were fixed and bear traps were nailed into the floor.

Nancy loaded the gun while I added nails to my bat and Jonathan poured gasoline across the floor.

The entire house was a big trap.

"Be careful where you step and this will work." I told them.

"It has to." Jonathan added before we went over the plan. "Remember-"

"Straight into Will's room. And-" Nancy spoke.

"Don't step on the trap." I cut in.

"Wait for the yo-yo to move." Nancy continued.

"Then..." Jonathan lit the lighter for a second. "You two ready?"

"Hell yeah." I nodded, holding my bat.

"Please watch where you swing that." Nancy stepped back.

"Don't worry, Wheeler, I know who to aim for." I smirked.

"Ready?" Jonathan held up his knife.

I put my bat down and pulled out my own knife. Nancy grabbed hers and we aimed the blade at our palms.

"One...two..." Jonathan began, but sighed. "...you guys don't have to do this."

"Jonathan, stop talking." Nancy shook her head.

"Three." I spoke the number and we cut our palms open.

If the creature really could sense blood, we were gonna lure it in. Only...nothing happened.

We sat on the couch as Nancy wrapped our palms. She did mine first before moving onto Jonathan.

A faint creaking sound caused me to sit up.

"Did you guys hear that?" I whispered, looking around.

They listened silently for a moment.

"It's just the wind." Jonathan brushed it off before staring at Nancy. "Don't worry. My Mom, she said the lights speak when it comes."

"Speak?" Nancy questioned.

"Blink. Think of them as alarms." Jonathan replied.

I felt like a third wheel again, so I stood. "I'm gonna...walk this way."

I brought my gun with me and stood by the front door. A second later, a loud knock was on the window and I jumped backwards with a hand over my heart.

"Jonathan!" A familiar voice called. "Are you there, man!? It's...It's Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!"

Both Nancy and Jonathan glanced at me and I shrugged. Why was Steve here?

I cracked the door open so I could see him. "Steve, listen-"

"Hey." Steve greeted before furrowing his eyebrows, probably not expecting to see me here. "Athena, what-"

"You need to leave." I stated.

"I'm not trying to start anything, okay?" Steve raised his hands in surrender.

"I don't care about that. You can't be here. Go." I warned.

"No, no, no. Listen, I-I-I messed up, okay? I messed...I messed up. Okay? Really. I never wanted to hurt you, I was just so angry and...I shouldn't have done that. Ever. Athena, I really care about you and it was wrong. Please. I just want to make things right, okay? Please." Steve begged as his eyes traveled to my bandaged hand. He grabbed my hand to inspect it. "What happened to your hand? Did you get in a fight?"