come home ; WILL BYERS

15

I opened the front door a quietly closed it behind me. Taking my shoes off and tip-toeing up to my room, getting dressed into my pyjamas. I looked inside my draws, finding a night gown, it had frills. At the end of the sleeves and at the bottom of the gown, including its silky, creme material. It was one of my favourite pyjamas. The door opened.

"Did you just get back?" My dad asked, slurring. His eyes weren't as wide as usual, as he stood out of the doorway he was unsteady, tipping over a bit.

"Um yeah, I'm getting dressed and now I'm about to go to bed," I said, folding my clothes, ready to put in the laundry basket, that was until my dad moves out the way. He just stood there, leaning side to side.

"D'you have fun?" He asked, after standing in the doorway for 3 minutes.

"Yeah, Will was funny, he kept screa-" I said but got cut off by my dad's slurrs.

"So you and will dating?" He asked, shaking his head. "You slut," he continued, gritting his teeth.

"C'mon dad, let's go to bed, it's late," I said, putting my clothes down on my bed and walking to him and gently shoving him into his room, a storming aroma of cigarettes and acohol. I ignored it and helped dad get to bed. Surprisingly, he fell straight asleep, I pulled his sheets over his body and went back to my room to put my clothes in the basket.

I wasn't actually tired, and usually when it was either late or early, I'd go watch TV because my dad wouldn't ever let me, but I did it anyways.

I sat on his chair grabbing the remote off the coffee table, flicking through the 3 channels that existed at the time. Only the news channel, a channel were you look at The same piece of jewellery for three hours, watching people bet on it and another were it's all game shows. I decided to watch the game shows because I've got nothing better I do and rested in the seat, laughing at jokes and whispering curse words when I got questions wrong.

"(Y/n)! What did I say about television!" My dad shouted, I woke up and saw that commercials were on however my dad grabbed my by the wrist so the screen was no longer infront of me.

"I'm sorry daddy! I couldn't help it" I tried giving an excuse, my dad gripped my wrist tighter.

"Bullshit!" He spat, dragging me to the stairs. "Fucking little slut deserves a lesson!" He continued, slurring and physically dragging me up the stairs, I ripped my hand back and ran down the stairs, taking my slippers and ran outside of the house. I could here him screaming my name, telling me to come back, I kept running, I don't know where but it was somewhere.