I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

No Peace Of Mind

8:47 pm. The numbers on the clock blinked, almost like they were blinking. Her body ached and so did her head. Mike snores softly next to her. A wave of nausea slapped her around; she suddenly took in the events that had happened hours before.

Me, bed, my bra, Mike.

She thought to herself. Her body suddenly itched. She couldn't stand to be in Mikes bed anymore. She felt guilty. She was uncomfortable in her own skin and she hated it. Her toes wiggled under the covers in anticipation. Her body mindlessly rose out of the bed. She slid on sweatpants and stuck her arms in a jacket. She tied her laces tight before snatching the car keys off the kitchen table. It wasn't terribly late, but she still didn't want to wake Mike. Karen had communicated with Mike, telling him that she's in New York planning the funeral.

Eleven wished that Nancy was here. She would know what to tell her, and what advice to give. Cold tears trailed down her cheeks, as she gripped the steering wheel a little harder. Even if Nancy wasn't around, Eleven had to settle for the next best thing, and she knew exactly who that was.

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Eleven hugged herself in an attempt to make herself warmer. She knocked on the door with white knuckles and shaky breath. When the door swung open, a wide-eyed Joyce Byers met her misty eyes. Joyce pulled her inside almost immediately. Her body shook out of excitement and fear combined. Joyce grabbed her face and smiled brightly.

"When did you get to Hawkins? How did you get to Hawkins?" Joyce, being her typical hysterical self asked never ending questions. Eleven laughed.

"A few days ago, I've been staying with the Wheelers." Joyce's smile brightened and she clasped her fists together, close to her chest. Her happiness turned to despair.

"...Nancy," She stepped closer.

"I know, Mike is beyond devastated." Joyce's voice became soft and light.

"So is Jonathan..." There was a silence before Eleven spoke up again.

"So, is Will home?" Joyce held up her hands and turned to the hallway, calling his name. He bolts out of his room, placing a hand on the door frame with a shocked face expression.

"Eleven?"

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All three of them sat at the kitchen table, snacking at some Cheerios. The plain, flavorless morsels dissatisfied Eleven, but she still continued to pop a few in her mouth every once in a while. She gulped her last bite. She was stalling because she didn't know how to bring up this type of conversation, so she just spoke.

"I had sex with Mike." She looked down and shoved more Cheerios in her mouth out of nervousness. Will and Joyce turned their heads to each other slowly, not knowing what to say. Will had trouble finding his words.

"Is...is that why you're here?" He didn't want to sound scornful.

"Yea...I didn't know what to do." She put her face in her hands. Joyce said a few 'uh' and 'ums.'

"Well were you...safe?" Eleven looked up and shook her head violently.

"I made sure of it." It was silent. Eleven was starting to regret her decision to talk to the Byers.

"Well, if you don't regret it, that's good. Just make sure you're comfortable with everything" Will spoke up.

"I am...I just had to tell somebody." Will and Joyce smiled at each other from across the table. They continued to talk about the past 3 years, and everything that's happened. They sat and listened to each other for hours. Eleven told stories, and Joyce admired her for being so brave. Will expressed how much he missed Eleven, and how much Mike did as well. It was like Will was trying to embarrass him, but in a nice, sorta flattering way.

Mike.

Eleven looked at the clock: 11:53 pm.

"I should get going, Mike is probably wondering where I am." Will was the first to hug her. She patted his back and planted a plutonic kiss on his forehead and he smiled. Joyce hugged her tight and rubbed her arms, creating friction to keep her warm. Eleven waved to the two in the window as she drove away, making her way down Mirkwood.

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