The Haunting - Stranger Things [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

19 - Ice

The secretary at the police station pulls the ice tray out of the freezer and sets it on the green counter top. A painful throbbing comes from my left eye. The skin around it sore from being punched. All three of us were brought to the station for questioning. Well, Jonathan arrived in handcuffs. 

"Do you think we'll be out of here soon?" I bounce on my toes once, worriedly glancing at the clock on the wall. 

We've been here for here for over thirty minutes already, waiting on Mrs. Byers to show up. Luckily, only his mom was called since he was the one to attack an officer. Officer Callahan questioned why I had a black eye and if I was in the fight. Jonathan told him that Steve threw the first punch and I was the one to get hit. Jonathan took the blame for all of it.

Guilt has been eating me alive on the inside. I should be the one sitting at the desk with handcuffs on my wrists. I threw the first punch. Steve managed to get to me with everything he was saying about our family and the Byers. I just couldn't take anymore. He deserved to be punched. How dare he talk about all of us like that. Steve even brought Mike into all of it. That was the final straw for me. 

Honestly, I felt a bit better knowing that Steve finally got punched. He treats Nancy horribly. He never deserved my sister and I always knew it. 

The lady grabs a small hand towel from a drawer. "You two, yes. Him, no." She spreads the towel open. "He assaulted a police officer."

"Well, how long are you gonna keep him?" I cross my arms over my chest. 

"You and your boyfriend have big plans, do you?" The secretary asks, peering at me through her large glasses. 

My cheeks warm from her comment. I open my mouth to respond, only to find myself speechless and shaking my head. I push a strand of hair away from my face. "Um," I awkwardly chuckle. "He's not my boyfriend."

The secretary continues to make the makeshift ice pack. "I think you better tell him that."

"What?" I frown at the lady and glance at my sister beside me. Nancy simply has a smirk on her face. 

"Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart." The secretary gathers the ends of the towel, bunching it up in her hand to keep the ice secured inside. 

I swivel my head to the right, staring down the short hallway that leads back to the main room of the station. My lips part as I take in what the lady said. This wasn't the first time someone has said something like this. Nancy has told me before that Jonathan was in love with me.

"And that damn stupid." The lady hands the bag of ice to Nancy when she realizes that I'm not paying enough attention to grab it. 

Nancy nudges my back to get me to walk back to the main room that Jonathan was waiting for us in. My feet begin to lead me down the hallway, except I'm too lost in my mind to fully comprehend that I'm moving. 

Jonathan's head lifts up just enough for him to watch me walk up to the desk. I nervously lick my lips and sit down in the chair beside him. Our eyes instantly lock with each other. After these past few days, I could see that Jonathan really did care for me. That concept of him being in love with me was so much harder to believe. 

"Found some ice." I break the silence between us. I grab the bag from Nancy and gesture to put it on his cut. 

"Reagan, that was for you..." Nancy sighs when I gently place it on him. She walks away from the desk, most likely going to make another ice pack. 

"Thanks." Jonathan weakly smiles.

I break the eye contact to stare at my lap. Part of me wants to ask Jonathan about it, but I feel, like, there's no real way to ask him.