Wednesday, January 10, 1983
Joyce's POV
7:01 AM
Jonathan was finally coming home later today, thank goodness. I don't know how I'm going to keep up with hospital bills. But I'll find a way. Maybe I could ask Hopper if he knew of any jobs I could work that offered more money. He knew everyone in this little town. He probably knew at least one.
I peeked into Will's room, and the now-familiar pit of dread settled like a rock in my stomach. He'd been late for school every morning now, when he came back to the house becoming later and later. I didn't know how to stop him going except tying him to his bed, which I would never do. But this morning he was especially late. I didn't know what to do.
I decided to wait a little longer for him. So I waited.
7:29 AM
He still wasn't back yet. I was getting worried. Should I go look for him myself?
8:12 AM
I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter, worried out of my mind. But I hesitated. He had told me he always woke up in a spot in the woods... but never said what spot, or where it was.
I dropped the keys and ran to the phone. I dialed the police, and that grumpy receptionist Flo picked up. "Hawkins Police Department, can I help you?"
"Hi, is Hopper there yet? This is Joyce Byers." I gripped the phone so hard it hurt.
"Yes, he's here," she sighed. A moment later, there was rustling.
"Joyce?"
"Oh, Hop, I need your help," I said, tearing up. "Will hasn't come back this morning."
Short chapter but it needed to be short
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you are not alone → stranger things
Fanfiction**DISCLAIMER: i wrote this in like middle school before season two came out & it's pretty cringy but i'm leaving it published bc it has 20k reads😏 ❝ This is not yours to fix alone. You act like you're all alone out there in the world, but you're no...
