"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞..."
Willow Harrington is the younger sister to the famous Steve Harrington. The two have a rather close bond, but Willow notices her brother change once he befriends two butt-heads, T...
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(episode two ; the mall rats)
WILLOW GASPED AS SHE SAT ABRUPTLY FROM THE BED. She looked around, her eye sight still fuzzy. Her head pounded uncontrollably. Without thinking, she stood up, stumbling. She gripped the walls, guiding her way to her own room. The first thing she saw was her alarm clock. 8:32, it read. She had missed Dustin's Welcome party. Shit.
The girl rubbed her eyes, groaning as she made her way to the bathroom now. Her face instantly dropped when she caught sight of her face. There was barely any bare skin left, being overtaken with dry blood and bruises. "Oh, for fucks sake," she muttered to herself with a crack in her voice, sounding more hoarse than usual. Most likely because of when her Father had gripped her throt. She grabbed the nearest flannel, rinsing it under warm water. As she lightly dabbed it on her bloody face, she winced harshly.
Creeping around the house as discreetly as possible, she noticed no one was home. Steve had probably gone to work again, but her Father, she had no idea. But she did notice beer cans spread across the coffee table. Her Mother was on her daily walks as usual, so she probably thought Willow was just sleeping in.
The phone rang, making Willow flinch. She strolled towards the phone, her hands uncontrollably trembling as she answered it. "Willow, finally," she heard Max sigh.
"Oh, hey Max," she replied as normally as possible.
"H- are you alright? Your voice sounds all...croaky." Willow patted her throat, coughing and speaking again.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The Mayfield girl huffed loudly through the phone. "Your Dad again?" Max and Scott were the only people in the party who knew of her situation. Obviously, she had already told Scott, since he basically figured it out. And her and Max had grown even closer the past year, and since she lived with Scott, they hung out a lot, so she felt comfortable to tell the girl.
"Yep," she said with a slight chuckle, emphasising the 'P'.
"Oh, shit. I'm coming over now." Willow could hear shuffling in the background.
"No, no, no. Max, he might be back home soon. I'll just come over to yours."
"Are you su-?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way now." She hung up the phone, not even bothering to get dressed properly and hopped on her bike.
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When she arrived at the Mayfield/Hargrove household, Max tried to cover Willow's injuries as much as possible. But she was unsuccessful. It was too bad to try and hide it. It was no use. Scott was apparently out with Lucas and Will, trying to take his mind off of Willow. He had been worried sick all night when she didn't answer his calls or turn up to Dustin's Welcome Party. "I've got some new tricks, come on," Max said, leading the girl to the road out front. She, too, was trying to get the girl to take her mind off of it.
