The next morning, I walked into the living room, to find my sleeping father again, although today he laid in a thick sweat, which was sort of disgusting.
Note to self: clean that couch.
I wanted to wake him up, but he looked so tired, I left him. After sticking a note on the coffee table, I went to get ready for the funeral.
I pinned my hair back in a very neat bun, with only a little mascara. I wore a sleek, plain black dress, and a belt around the waist, and a pair of boots that Will once said he liked. They were sort of uncomfortable, but they reminded me of him.
Jonathan picked me up, and I slid in the passenger side.
"Where's your mom?" I asked. I had expected them to show up together.
"She's with Lonnie." He said emotionless.
"Lonnie? Your dad? But, I thought he l-"
"Left me? Yeah, well, apparently he's back and he thinks he's what I need."
"You don't need him, Jon." The rest of the car ride was silent. When we finally got there, I gave all of the boys hugs, and when the ceremony started, I stood behind Jonathan, and wiped my tears quietly. Afterward, while everyone was trying to give me their condolences, I pushed through where Nancy and Jonathan were sitting
"This is where we know for sure it's been, right?" Jon asks, and I nod.
"So, that's . . ." Nancy points to a spot of the map.
"Steve's house. And that's the woods where they found Will's bike and that's my house." He points out the familiar locations on the piece of paper as well.
"It's all so close." I mutter, running a hand through my hair.
"Yeah. Exactly. I mean, it's all within a mile or something. Whatever this thing is, it's not traveling far." Jonathan looks at us with a certain look on his face. I take a breath to speak, but Nancy says the exact thing I was thinking.
"You want to go out there." She says, as I whip my head around to look at her, surprised at her supposed 'mind-reading.'
"We might not find anything." He mutters, almost trying to talk himself out of it.
"I found something. . . And if we do see it, then what?" I smirk, knowing this time, Jonathan would do the mind-reading.
"We kill it." He sighs. He walks over to Lonnie's car and reaches his hand in.
"What are you doing?" Nance asks.
"Just give me a second." He rifles through Lonnie's car door slot, looking for something. Eventually, he pulls out a small gun and walks back toward us.
"Are you serious?" Nancy asks in absolute disbelief.
"What? You want to find this thing and take another photo?" Jon asks her.
"Yell at it?" I add.
"This is a terrible idea!" She scolds us.
"Yeah, well it's the best we got if you wanna find Barb." I tell her sincerely, the slightest twinge of annoyance in my voice.
"What?" She asks.
"Yeah, you can tell someone, but they won't believe you." Jonathan stresses.
"Your mom would." Nancy says this as if Mrs. Byers is in a fit state to help us monster-hunt.
"She's been through enough." Jonathan said and I shrug in slight agreement.
"She deserves to know!" I shrug the same way I just did at Jon's comment to at Nancy's comment.
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