Swing set boy

Man up!

⚠️Trigger warnings!⚠️ Self harm and implied eating disorders! As always, there's cuts for the triggering point!

*Mike POV*

I ended up in, Michigan, I've been here for around a week now. I mostly stay in my hotel room, unless I need food. Then I just head over, to the McDonald's across the street. Today, was a grueling day of job interviews. I need a one, I'm so close from getting my license to! All I need is to pass that test, then I'm set. Then no one can tell me shit. I don't notice anything wrong, until I closed the door. That's when I see him.

Jim Hopper. Hawkins, chief. He smiles, calmly at me before speaking. "Hey, there Mike, why don't we take a ride?" I stand there frozen for a moment, when I do find my voice, it's as surprised and as uncomfortable as I feel. "What- um what are you doing here?" Jim just shrug's again before speaking as he was before. "Well, ya see kid, I have an overwhelmed mother, breathing down my neck. Wondering when her baby boy, would come home. After he simply "vanished" in the middle of the night." I just shrug, I mean nothing I can do about it. "I'm sorry about that, but I don't know what you expect me to do. I'm not going back."

Hopper, just nodded his head. His demeanor is calm. To calm. We're in the same position as when I walked in, I'm still standing at the door. My hand behind my back, right on the handle. Waiting, for the perfect moment to run. "Hmm, well ya see Mike, back in New York, I had this all the time. A normal suburban; boy who thought he knew everything. Then he runs away." My jaw instantly clenched, he knows nothing. And that's exactly what I tell him. "You know, absolutely NOTHING, about me!"

I hate when people do that, absolutely hate it. It pisses me off, so much. Hopper licks at his top, lip a little before speaking. "Michael James Wheeler, born Wednesday, April 7th 2004. Born at 3:17 AM, an Ares baby. Now 15 years of age."  My teeth are still clenched, but he doesn't wait for me to respond. "Ya, see Mike like I said, I've got a very anxious mother back home. Waiting for her precious boy. And I'm the one who has to return him. So I'll ask again, why don't we, take a ride?" I look down at my feet for a moment, I didn't mean to scare mom. But something else hardened inside me, then. "Yeah, let me guess. An anxious mother, and a seemingly disappointed father right?"

That seemed to surprise Hopper, he didn't say anything else for a moment. He just got up from my bed, and walked behind it. "I'm trying to be nice here kid. I get it, you don't want to go home. Ok, I understand. But I still need to do my job. Plus in exactly two minutes from now, you're checked out. Then ima have to arrest you for trust passing. So weather you like it or not, you're going back."

I panicked for a second, before figuring a plan out. "I need my stuff." The calm smile returning to his face, "Already done kid." He bent down for a second then threw me my bag. I took only two seconds to put it on before I opened the door and ran. He didn't ever have a chance to move.

I heard a startled yell, but I was already sliding down the railing, then. I was running as fast as I could, I didn't know the area well. But I knew where I could lose someone, I was just running. I hear loud footsteps behind me. Closer, way closer than he should be. Fuck, this fat ass is fast, shit.

I headed towards a wooded area, it heads straight to a clearing, that I can hide in as well, if I needed. Right before I enter the woods, I'm on the floor. This bitch just tackled me! I start struggling from under him, until he cuffs my hands from behind my back.