''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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Melissa had woken to an empty trailer. Her mouth dry, from the lack of hydration and drinking water, rubbing her eyes. " Hopper? Jim?" There is no reply. 'What's that.. a note?' Taking the crumpled paper milly reads, what is written on it, to herself smiling tiredly at Jim's scribbled errors he couldn't erase.
'Thought I'd write a note for you to read, after you've woke up, so you wouldn't be scared when you see I was gone. By the time you have read this, I'm at your mom's house. Meet me there. Jim x'
it came as quite the nice surprise, to see the last letter, an interpretation of a kiss. She found herself involuntarily smiling. Why did it affect her that much? 'Jim hopper. I didn't take you as the man to be so bold, writing this.'
Making a decision, on keeping the letter, Milly moves her body to stand shuffling her feet over and to Jim's bedroom raiding his made shift in stalled closet. 'This should do the trick. I didn't know Id see the day I, myself, wear plaid shirts but here we are.' It was considered a dress at how loose, and big, it fitted. Taking one of his old faded sweatpants off a hanger, Milly turns and strikes a pose. 'These are way too huge on me. My hair! Those pricks. Do they not know it takes hours to make my hair look good? Ugh. I will just wait until I am back home. When I see them, again, they best hope I don't wring their necks for ruining my perfectly styled hair.' She put use to the extra hair tie on her wrist.
'Great just great. Well.. at least I still look cute.'
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" do you care to explain what the hell is going on, hopper? Where is Milly? The girls, they said she was last seen with you and now you are here. Without her? Where is she? Is she ok? Do I need to worry that something happened. I need you to talk to me. I need to know where my girl is, Hop. Please."
Joyce questions, making a motion using her hands as to say 'explain.' Jim's eyes soften at the mention of her. " Mills is fine, Joyce, she is at my house. I asked her to meet me back here. I left money for a cab fare so she isn't stranded. To answer your question, they bugged my place. They put a microphone in the light."
