False Start

Episode Two: The weirdo on Maple Street

"Go, Stacey. I'll be fine, I promise." Jonathan reassures you.

"I'll be fine, I promise!" Will's voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night.

It's brief, but the flashback punches you in the gut. You close your eyes, holding onto the image of Will's face in the moonlight last night, and when it fades you take a deep breath and force yourself to leave.

The second you're on your bike, pedaling away from the house, you let the sobs that have wracked against your throat all day out. It's messy, the tears coming down your face faster than you can wipe them away. All the fear you've felt is now able to freely come out. It's not the safest way to bike home, but you know that if you hold the tears in any longer you'll collapse.

"Fuck!" You yank your bike to the right, having no idea that you had been on the left side of the road, and topple over. The fall isn't anything bad, but it definitely is your final straw for the day. You lay in the ditch you've landed in, staring at the November sky, and let the pain from your skinned knee serve as something to ground you to reality.

Having a pity party sitting down on the dirt road you just keep thinking and wishing that this nightmare was over.

Getting up and whipping the dirt off of your pants and winching a little because of your skinned knee you decided to walk the rest of the way home

You're a bit further now, and you still feel like shit,

The bad mood just keeps getting worst and worst when you near your house. Nothing has changed, yet it feels as if something has shifted. Will had been here only hours ago. You spot Dustin's bike laying on the grass, haphazardly thrown as usual.

Dustin is just taking off his coat when you enter, immediately running over to him to pull him into a bone crushing hug.

"Stacey" he squeaks in surprise.

"Are you okay?" You know you're squeezing your brother harder than you need to, but God. He's safe, in your arms, and you've now learned that not everyone can say the same about their own loved ones.

Dustin wiggles a bit, trying to break away from the hug, but you only pull him in tighter. "Geesh, no one died."

Normally you'd berate him, but you embrace his snarky comments. They're what make Dustin so unique, his humor one of your favorite parts of him

When you don't respond, Dustin stops wiggling around and finally accepts the situation. "I love ya too, sis."

You giggle a bit, now pulling away. "At least mom isn't home right now. The minute she hears about what's happened, we'll be on lockdown."

Dustin's eyes widen. "Shit, you're right."

"Lan-"

"Language, I know."

You ruffle his hair, now feeling a bit better. Dustin is still Dustin, so maybe everything will be okay. You and your brother go into the kitchen for your post school snack, and you call Melvad's to inform that you can't make it to your shift. The words "family emergency" catch in your throat a bit, and the owner knowing what happened because of Joyce working there pushed no further.

Dustin catches you up on his day, informing you about Hopper questioning him and the other boys.

You scrunch your nose at that. "Is that even legal?"

"Unsure, but it was awesome."

"Will went missing, Dustin. It isn't 'awesome'."

Dustin tilts his head at you. "Well, I bet Will is going to have a blast hearing everything when we find him."