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Chapter 59, Sweet, Mourning Lamb (Ep. 3: The Turnbow Trap)
Hopper and El were still missing.
In spite of having driven around all night, the connection wasn't able to be reestablished and now it was just a matter of hoping the pair would find a way out of the Upside Down on their own.
Right as Steve parked the van into the WSQK headquarters, Gwen discreetly separated herself from the group and headed towards the forest. Normally, she would have taken an easier route and one that didn't involve being surrounded by absolute silence, but if she were to exit through the main entry, she would be prevented from departing the premises.
Gwen couldn't pretend her brother wasn't badly hurt – let alone listen to his lies that the others believed. She needed to do something to ensure Andy and his friends wouldn't go after him again, so it was with a new sense of determination that she settled on providing a visit for a nice little chat.
Hawkins had always been a town she wanted to run away from. It was small with nothing to do except head to the movies, ride your bike, head to the local park, or remain in your house. She never envisioned spending the rest of her life in this place, but it was now when she was grateful for how mundane it was.
Everyone knew everyone, which meant finding out where they lived was simple. Neighbors would serenade gossip as if it were the only thing keeping them alive. A lifestyle as such was abhorrent to Gwen, but she now considered it an advantage. Maybe she was a hypocrite, but who wasn't?
When she arrived at Andy's house, there came the beautiful knowledge that his parents weren't home. His car was the only one in the driveway and to his sheer stupidity, the front door was left unlocked. After all the tragedies that transpired, any reasonable person would protect themselves in any way they could. Even if locks don't work against the supernatural, there are other kinds of dangers.
Gwen walked at an unhurried pace into his living room. It was the perfect depiction of a suburban home: pristine furniture, beige wallpaper with pink roses, carpeted ground, a cozy fireplace, and many photographs of the perfect family in their perfect frames. Everything was set into its rightful place, almost to the point it was more purposeful instead of casual.
Loud footsteps were heard upstairs. They were unsteady, tumultuous, and unprepared. Past the groans that could only be linked to a hungover, Andy's groggy voice reverberated throughout the home. He mumbled inconsistencies into the phone, claiming he'd be running late to school or perhaps he'd ditch altogether.
Gwen continued her way up the stairs. She halted right at the end, setting her gaze into the half-open door of his bedroom. His silhouette walked back and forth, more in a disheveled and hasty way. It was a quarter to eight and he was still dressed in his underpants, which definitely said a lot about him.
