''IT WAS TIME TO FACE HER PAST.'
𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗕𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 is the definition of an independent woman. Graduating with high hoanouriates, she was the first in her family to open her own business after completing college. A fashion boutique. In a shor...
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No one is susceptible to death.
It doesn't discriminate against no one. Death could be waiting, looming, around the corner. Age is not a necessary factor when it came down to the grim reaper purging souls and taking them in to the afterlife. Melissa Byers never feared an early death, in life, she stands opposed waiting for deaths cold embrace to take her. It wasn't her first time facing danger, childhood trauma remained constant in her mind coming back home to Hawkins, Indiana.
An 'Now entering Hawkins' sign greets her, like an old friend. Below read 'welcome'. there is nothing welcoming about the town she left five years ago. Too many traumatic incidents to count which left a wistful, pained after taste in her mouth.
One reason for her reappearance is her brother, Will, disappearing. Joyce, her mom, had dialled her store clerk number sobbing and panicking. Jonathan, he is the second eldest when it came to the Byers kids, calmed his mother taking over talking to her.
Releasing her foot off the cars gas pedal, each of her wheels exhaling a pressurised hiss to the jolt of her car stopping its motion, she parks in an empty parking space besides a hawkins police department station wagon.
" I forgot how hot, it can get, Hawkins can be. I better take off this new Chanel cardigan! Don't want no darn sweat stains on it." Melissa unlaces her cashmere cardigan. The fabric is bouclé, not the preferred fashion choice in small south town, which cost hundreds out of her hard earn money to buy.
A car drove past and out the rolled down glass window a wolf whistle echoes. " Let's see more of those legs, baby."
'Ugh. Seriously. As if.' Melissa folds her cardigan, over her arm, choosing to ignore the asshole.
Flicking over her curled hair, to make her face appear in full view, Melissa struts using confidence in her strides inside of the station where Joyce awaits. Air conditioning blasts and gushes cool air to her over heating body.
" Hello! I am hoping you would know where I can find Joyce Byers? I'm her daughter and was told, actually by mom, she would meet me here."
Peering over her oval prescription glasses, thin pursed lips crinkling with age, the woman named Flo eyes grow. " my word. I will be damned. Young Milly, you've grown into your beauty. Your mom is in Chief hoppers office, sweetheart. You best cover those bare shoulder blades now, dear. You hear? Don't want you to get no unnecessary stares." Melissa casts a quick Look down to her curve complimenting sheer laced, floral pin-strap pencil dress.
