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-- #3RD PERSON
"Joyce!" Mike smiled, letting her inside. Will's head shot towards the door at the sound of his mother's name, quickly getting up from the couch and going over to them.
"Oh, baby. . ." Joyce whispered as she saw the faded blood splotches tear streaks running down his face. Although Mike had tried his best to clean Will's face, he hadn't exactly done a very good job.
"What the hell happened?" She sighed softly as she wrapped her arms around Will.
"I- I-. . ." Will tried to speak, but every time he tried he felt like his throat was closing over.
"Um. . . Have you been to Lonnie's house yet?" Mike asked her.
"No. . . Why? Did something happen?" She asked, the panic evident in her voice.
"I k- I killed him." Will whispered, his voice shaking.
Joyce's eyes widened and she stood there for a moment, professing what she just heard. Will burst into tears, thinking his mother might hate him.
"I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry, I'm r- really sorry. . ." He cried, obviously terrified.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay, just calm down." Joyce sighed softly, her hand gently rubbing Will's back.
"I'm sorry." Will repeated, his voice shaking as he spoke.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Let's just sit down for a minute, yeah?" Joyce told him, and he nodded softly.
The three of them walked into the living room where Max, Lucas, El and Dustin were all sat, very concerned.
"Um. . . Is it okay if Joyce and Will sit in here for a few minutes. We can go into my bedroom and do something else for a while." Mike sighed, and the four of them nodded.
As everybody was leaving, Will gently grabbed Mike's hand, causing him to turn around.
"Don't- Don't go." Will pleaded, looking up at Mike. Mike took a quick look at Joyce, who smiled and nodded softly, before sitting down next to Will.
"We'll wait in your room." Max grinned, giving Mike's arm a small punch. Mike scowled and held his hand up to his arm, sitting down next to Will and
"So. . . Can you tell me what happened?" Joyce asked her son who was sat staring at the floor, his hands still shaking.
"I don't- I don't want to." Will whispered, not wanting to have to retell what had previously happened.
"Will, sweetheart, we need you to tell us what happened. We can help you, but you have to speak to us." Joyce spoke softly. Will nodded, Joyce waited to see if he will speak.
"Um. . . I- I went out to the garden because he- he had told me he would kill me if- if I tried to do anything. I got one of his- his guns, I only wanted it for protection but he- he realised I was getting it. He- He kept coming towards me, I told- I told him I would do it but he- he didn't listen, and-" Will told her, his stutter getting worse the more he panicked.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, sweetheart." She sighed, gently wrapping her arms around him and giving his forehead a gentle kiss.
"Did you tell anyone?" She asked, Will shaking his head, "Okay, uh, is he still, um. . . at the house?" Joyce asked him, and he could only get out a small nod.
"Okay, that's fine. How about I call Hopper, he can take care of everything, then I can get you home. Get you out of that awful house and bring you back home." Joyce offered, and Will nodded, still too nervous to speak.
"Okay, why don't you go back to the party, I know they'll probably all have questions, they'll help you to feel better." Joyce offered.
"Yeah, I w- will." He nodded,
pack it in will. or should i say BILL. 🙄 is it bad this chapter has been sat here for four months. i made this on the 24th of february.
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