❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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HARRINGTON, HARGROVE AND HENDERSON were tracing the same trail they had taken earlier that day, but now in the opposite direction and this time along with Sinclair and Mayfield. They all held flashlights to brighten their way in the dark night, creating a bluish atmosphere along with the rest of the mist that lingered in the air, cooling the exposed skin of their faces.
The sounds of their feet stepping on the wet earth, stones and train tracks, and the crickets chirping in the distant bushes prevented them from walking in complete silence.
Everyone was too absorbed in their own thoughts, reliving every detail of the madness they had experienced in the old bus in the junkyard. The absence of a human voice allowed their thoughts to be lost in nature.
The adrenaline and fear they felt before was a perfect antithesis to what they were feeling at this moment. Although they were still recovering from the scare and their hearts were still heavy, their breathing was regulated and their muscles were no longer tense. And even though they were in the middle of Hawkins Forest at night, where a lot of shit happens, looking up at the sky and seeing the stars gave Aurora a little peace.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the same trees they had passed earlier in the day. If she had loved nature before, recent events had made her afraid of even staring at the silhouette of trees at night. Lately, sleeping with the window open seemed unthinkable.
Her head still ached from the screams and the fear of dying. But her body was used to that state of mind, after all it was the second time in a month that Rory had felt that sensation. Rory and Steve.
She turned her head to the left and realized that she was walking next to him. Behind them was Dustin, staring at the ground, and behind him were Lucas and Max, equally exhausted.
Steve was walking, still holding his bat and wearing his backpack over his gray jacket. She studied his face. There was a tense frown on his forehead.
"Hey, are you okay?" Rory muttered, daring to break the silence.
Steve turned his face to her. He pressed his lips together to express a smile. "Yeah, I guess. And you?"
She shrugged. "I've been worse. So I guess I can't complain too much." She chuckled a little. He only gave a small smile and continued to stare straight ahead. "Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself more? What about your wounds?"
