𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 •☼• 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 .1

𝟑𝟒. ❙𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫

❛ 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 ❜
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•☼.⭒✻❙ 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑 ❙✻⭒.☼•

❝ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧? ❞

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𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑬
𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔

❛ you might think i'm crazy, but i don't even care ❜

        𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑄𝑈𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑈𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐸 that the two teenagers left in charge were the Rayne siblings. Steve was responsible and paranoid enough that he could keep them from doing reckless things, but still move forward. However, Steve was out cold.

Jacqueline and Wesley had gone with the kid's plan to set the tunnels on fire in order to help El contain the Upside Down. They thought it was a good idea and Jacqueline was willing to be the partial sacrifice to set the place on fire. She only wanted to help. It seemed that both the Rayne twins only wanted to help; Wesley was helping Max with driving.

They had taken unconscious Billy's car keys from him and was taking his Camaro to the tunnels. There were a lot of them so it had quickly turned into the equivalent of a clown car. Max was driving unlicensed, but this was a good opportunity for her to practice. Wesley was in the passenger seat with the directions, coaching Max through this. The rest were shoved into the back.

Mike had been forced onto the ground behind the driver's seat, where he was curled up with his knees to his chest. Dustin was sitting on the far right seat with Jacqueline next to him in the front and Lucas on her other side. Steve was laying on his back, but still cramped in the back. His head rested in Jacqueline's lap, who was the one that stitched up a few of his cuts and used her powers to heal his skin a little.

Steve was just beginning to wake up, groaning in pain as he did so. His eyes slowly began to open, but everything was still slightly blurry. His face hurt, so his first instinct was to touch his wounds. Jacqueline, however, took his hand gently and moved it away. "Hey, no. Don't touch it. That'll just make it hurt more."

"Jacqueline..." Steve questioned, his voice dragging off, in too much pain to actually be comprehensible. Jacqueline ran her hand through his hair and got him to relax a little. "Hey, it's alright, Steve. I mean, you got your ass kicked, but it's alright."

Steve let out another exhausted breath and put his hand over Jacqueline's, which was resting on his chest. It made him feel safer, more peaceful. Although, it didn't take him long to comprehend his surroundings. He was not a fan.