STRANGER THINGS
with the arrival of CHARLOTTE VARGA and departure of WILL BYERS the small town of HAWKINS is about to become a SUPER FREAK
[jim hopper]
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the rumbling of the engine slowed as the chief of police arrived at the empty driveway, i turned with a smile on my face to the man who saved me the trouble of dealing with the assholes from the alleyway.
"I really am grateful you know, for everything you did" my smile softens and i glance back to the house, the lights are on in the second story. James must of stayed awake to see me. I meet Hoppers eyes again and as i go to speak he opens his mouth aswell, i stop and look down to my hands clutching at my coat.
"let me walk you to your door"
i glance up at him questioning his request with curious eyes "i dont think im going to get jumped by 3 drunken assholes on my way from your car to my front door" i laugh as i open the car door, i turn my head to the man and smirk "but your more than welcome too"
He smiles and exits the car, as we ascend the driveway he studies my house and whistles. "this is a god damn big place, ya live with your parents or uh anyone" he shoots with a uncertain gaze. when i dont respond instantly he quickly responds with a sorry tone "sorry that's kind of intrusive, i dont mean to pry its just you know your so young and this house is uh well its massive and-"
"Hopper its fine, its just me and my little brother James" we arrive at the front door and i fetch my keys from my handbag and unlock the large wooden doors and with a push i feel the warm air from inside hit my face, i turn to Hopper. "my parents are out of town for the majority of the year, and also we have a large family so they drop in most of the time and stay for awhile"
i push a strand of hair behind my ear and smile at Hopper kindly, "thankyou really, and if you ever want a bite to eat come to the Hawkins hut its on the house"
"ill make sure of it" he steps back "bye for now miss Varga"
i wave at his retreating figure and shut the door. i lean against the wood and catch my breath.
"why did you say our parents were out of town"
i suck in sharply and glare at my little brother who is perched on the steps adjacent to the door with his hands in his head.
"why does it matter? and you should be in bed mister, you have school tomorrow and you have to ride to school cause the car is still in repair"
he huffs and turns to walk up the stairs, but turns to me again this time his face is angry "but why would you say they are away? there de-"
"JAMES, breakfast is ready" i flip the last pancake onto the stack and place the loaded plate on the middle of the table along with a pitcher of orange juice. i can hear James rush around upstairs and stomp down the staircase. he doesnt say anything as he devours his pancakes, he only glances to me sipping my coffee a couple of times.
i sigh and get up to head to the sink to wash my coffee mug, while my back is turned i start my apology. "im sorry about what i said last night, its just easier for m-"
"so what happened to your face"
i totally forgot about the bruises and cuts that marred my face "its nothing, i just was in a bit of a misunderstanding last night when i was walking home"
he stares critically at me before shrugging and going on with his meal. in no time he finishes and runs back upstairs to his room to get his bag ready for school, i catch him before he races out the door.
"when you see mike can you ask him if its okay to sleepover on sunday night next week ? Uncle is going to be in town"
he suddenly stills before he races out the door with a hurried 'sure'
with james out of the house i quickly head to the phone. i dial the numbers i know too well and wait to be connected.
a gruff haunting voice answers, i take a deep breath.
"Uncle, i have a three marks i need taken care of"
"three men, caucasian, truck drivers, they are currently held at the police station."
"my bet is they will be held for another 48 hrs, whoever your sending will have to be fast"
"uncle.... be cruel"
the monotonous beep sounds and i breathe a sigh of release.
my shift doesnt start until 7 so in the meantime i take delicate care of my face the patch work of bruising and other afflictions will probably die down in a few days but not without the help of moisturizers and creams.
with my face somewhat clear and unmarred i get dressed and grab my bag before heading of to the supermarket in the need of eggos and a pack of cigarettes.
