⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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BASICALLY, IF RORY CONSIDERED HERSELF A FREAK, THEN EDDIE WAS AN EVEN BIGGER ONE. She had seen him back in her senior year, always surrounded by other weird friends who apparently had a band and gave off a kind of gothic vibe. She also remembered how, whenever she crossed paths with them in the school hallways, they smelled like everything except regular cologne.
But never thought he'd be capable of getting involved in a murder.
Mike and Dustin were even friends with him now, so she always figured they were just nerds obsessed with a board game — nothing harmful to society... so far. But nothing surprised her anymore.
She felt tempted to put into practice what she had learned in her human behavior theory classes, trying to mentally sketch out Eddie's profile and understand his motivations...
She had almost chewed her thumbnail down to the quick. She felt Steve's palm, warm and slightly sweaty, press gently against hers to stop her from biting her own skin.
By then, there were no more rays of sunlight in the sky — now pitch dark. Not even a single star was visible, hidden behind thick clouds, which only deepened the sense of dread.
The car was parked, feet hit the ground. There was a stark contrast between the warm, breath-heavy tension inside the vehicle and the cold breeze outside. She hadn't imagined she'd be burying her freshly cleaned sneakers into the damp soil near Lover's Lake on her very first day back in Hawkins.
Instinctively, her left hand reached for Steve's in the dark, slipping her frozen fingers between his in search of some comfort — something she hadn't realized she needed until being near this place triggered something deep inside her. It was inevitable.
Her body felt it, even if her mind tried to remain at peace. Which it wasn't — it never was. It was always working. At least it wasn't scanning for imminent danger.
In their hands, strong white beams of light from the flashlights helped them peer into the cabin that once belonged to some drug dealer named Reefer Rick, through the cracks in the window.
Tension thickened. Max stepped away from the small circle they had formed. Rory kept mentally tracking everyone with her eyes, making sure no one got separated. Around there, you never know.
In a loud whisper, she tried calling out to her stepsister — just enough to keep her from straying too far, but not enough to alert anyone who might be inside.
Not that it would've made much difference — Steve and Dustin were already arguing their theories loud enough.
They followed the redhead, her flashlight aimed at a large shed behind the cabin.
