"Are you holding my hand?"
"I'm scared as shit right now, so yeah, I'm holding your hand."
Steve Harrington x fem!oc
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Halley stood in front of a large two story house. It was baby blue with white trim, and a blooming of hanging christmas lights. A handful of rose bushes lining the walk up to the door, decorated with small, plastic candy canes. A small bench swing sat shaded by an overhanging tree that had to have been older than Halley's grandmother, at least. The only thing that was missing was a picket fence and it would have been the perfect, nuclear, house.
There was a large American flag waving on its perch in between the two door garage. It was crisp, looking new, like it had just been bought and put up recently.
She'd been there before. Plenty of times, actually, but she'd never been so anxious. Her hands wrung in her jacket, sweating far more than they should in the crisp November air. She really should just turn around and go home. Help Will get ready for his winter dance at the middle school. Fix up the transmission in her and Jonathan's car like she'd said she would do. Hell, research colleges to apply to. She didn't do any of that, though.
Her footsteps were unsteady as they pattered up to the front porch. A giant wreath was hung over the center of the door. With pinecones and ribbon and fake snow. To the side, on the ground, was a few lanterns lit with battery powered candles and a small nativity set. Halley steadied herself, then reached out to press the doorbell.
she wasn't prepared for what met her when the door opened. Mrs. Cae stood stoned face, with her arms crossed and an angry gleam in her eyes. Her cross necklace sat askew on the neckline of her sweater. Halley wondered if the neighbors had been putting their garbage in the Cae's cans again.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. C. I was just looking for Caroline?" Halley tried, her fingers prodding and picking at the skin around her thumbs as she hid her hands behind her.
Mrs. Cae scoffed, running her tongue over her teeth like she was deciding whether or not to pounce and bite. Halley's nails cut deeper into her fingers.
"You shouldn't be here." She finally said. Tapping her foot against the tiled floor inside the house. Halley could make out the Christmas tree behind her in the living room, adorned with picture perfect ornaments and an angel at the top. "Not after what you did to my daughter."
Halley stilled. Her mouth opened for a moment, before clamping shut again. She should have realized Caroline's family would know about what happened. They had always been incredibly close, after all. Of course she would tell them about what a shitty person Halley was. What she had done to their only daughter. How she'd reacted. Fuck, she couldn't even blame them. Couldn't even be mad.
She shifted her weight from leg to leg, trying to muster up the courage to speak. She wanted to run. But she had to make things right. "I know," She said, quietly, not meeting the woman's eyes, her words were sloppy and choked up, "I wanted to apologize... I'm really, really sorry. Can I just— can I see her?"
