~ ♫♫ I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled ♫♫ ~
-- #3RDPERSON
30 Minutes Ago
"I'm here to collect Will Byers." A scruffy looking man spoke to the woman at the front desk.
"Fill out this form, please." She mumbled, handing him a small form and continuing to file down her nails.
Lonnie nodded and quickly filled out the form, handing it back to her and going over to Will's room. He opened the door and saw Will laying down, staring out of the small window in his room. He watched as Will turned to look at him, his expression morphing into one of horror as he spotted his father.
"Wh- Why are you here?" He whispered, sitting up from his bed and staring up at his father.
"Why do you fucking think I'm here? Pack your shit and be dressed in 5 minutes. Don't dare take a long time." Lonnie snapped, sitting down in the small chair in the corner of the room and watching as Will got his stuff together.
Will looked over at his father and frowned slightly, not exactly wanting to get changed in front of him.
"What the hell are you doing? I said don't take a long time!" He snapped, Will flinching slightly as he yelled.
"I'm- I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice shaking as he spoke.
"Now get changed. Need to make sure you aren't slipping some stupid shit into your clothes or something." Lonnie grunted, scanning Will as he stared back at Lonnie.
"Y- You're gonna w- watch me get changed?" Will asked nervously, his hands holding tighter onto the small bundle of clothes.
"Is that not what I just said? And stop fucking stuttering, you sound absolutely pathetic." Lonnie scowled, rolling his eyes.
Will nodded hurriedly and got changed as fast as he could, trying to not upset his father more. He got dressed within a matter of minutes and was leaving the hospital, following closely behind his dad. They got in the car and Will sat silently, his knees bouncing and fingers tugging at the small splint the doctors had put on his broken wrist. Within ten minutes the two of them were at Lonnie's house, the both of them getting out and walking up to the front door.
"Listen to me you little shit. I am giving you one final chance. If you do anything. And I mean anything. I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?" Lonnie warned, a dangerous glint in his eye.
"Y- Yes." Will stuttered nervously as he looked up at his father.
"That's what I thought." He grumbled, unlocking the front door and pushing Will inside, "Now get to your room. I don't want to hear a peep out of you until I need you." He spat.
Will nodded hurriedly and scurried off to his room, shutting his door quietly behind him and sitting down on his bed. He was sat staring down at the floor when an idea popped into his head. He wasn't sure whether it was good or bad, but either way, this was probably his only way of surviving.
He opened his door a crack to listen to what Lonnie was doing, and he seemed to be distracted, so Will made a run for it. He opened his window and did his best to climb out, being as discreet as he could to get to the small shed they had in their back garden.
He opened the door to the small shack and looked to see if anything there would help him escape, and that's when a fairly small gun caught his eye. He knew how to use a gun, his dad taught both him and Jonathan when they were only young.
He picked it up and tried as best as he could to load it without making any sound, the splint getting in the way a bit. He managed to load the gun, and as he went to leave, he heard his fathers shouts.
"Boy, get me a beer!" His fathers voice carried out into the garden from his window, causing Will to freeze.
He wouldn't be able to make it back inside to grab him a beer, he'd soon realise what was going on. As he went to move he accidentally knocked one of the pots off of a shelf, a loud crashing sound echoeing throughout the shed. Will felt all of the blood drain out of his body as he heard the backdoor open. Loud, angry foosteps coming closer and closer to the shed.
The door burst open, his father stood there with the angriest expression he had ever seen.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He spoke quietly, his voice almost shaking with anger.
"Don't- Don't come closer to me." Will warned him, holding the gun up.
Lonnie let out a soft chuckle, soon becoming a loud laugh as he looked down at his son. Will frowned up at him, very confused.
"You wouldn't. You wouldn't have the guts to do that." Lonnie grinned, stepping closer to the young boy.
"D- Don't. I will sh- shoot you." Will warned, his voice trembling as he turned the safety off of the gun.
"Oh, but you won't, w- w- will you?" Lonnie mocked, taking another step towards Will.
"Get- Get back. If y- you don't get back I- I will shoot you." Will warned him one last time.
Lonnie took another step towards Will, a teasing look on his face, "Will, you fucking dare an-"
BANG
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General Fiction"We can give him a kick in the balls! That might help him think straight!" ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will Byers is a normal kid, at least that is what meets the eye. He is struggling a lot and it doesn't help that his 'best friend' has completely forgotten about him...
