broken | Byler

scared | 2

Will's POV

I stared Lonnie in the eye, glaring him down. I felt my palms start to sweat, but I tried not to look scared.

"Oh, honey.. you're home- q-quite early...?" My Mom choked out.

"Mom? Why is he here?" I shoved my finger up, pointing to his face.

Lonnie kept the same, bland expression on his face. He was ugly, no wonder I was too.

"Well, you see, sweetie... He- He wants to buy the house..?" 

I was shocked.

"No! He can't buy the house!" I yelped.

Before anyone could say anything, I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed a little book out from under my pillow and started writing.

But then, I stopped.

I wasn't gonna write a note. I was gonna make them curious. I quickly grabbed a travel backpack and threw my clothes, shoes, and a book inside. Done. I heaved the backpack onto my back and opened the window.

I slowly pushed myself out, making a run for it. I ran straight to Mike's house. I didn't look back. I ran so fast, I felt like I was flying. I felt bad, but Lonnie was my hell. He always hurt me, till he left, of course. I ran like I was being chased by the Demogorgon, again. Then, I reached Mike's house. 

My breaths barely had time to finish. I was panting, hard. I slowly walked up to Mike's door and knocked. It took a few minutes. He slowly opened it and saw me.

"Hi, Mike." I choked out.

He opened it fully.

"What's up?" He slowly let me in.

"Well uh- I- Can I stay here for a while?"

He glanced around.

"Sure. But I don't have an extra bed, you might have to sleep on the cou-" Mike started out.

"WILL! Sleepover? Mike, you two can share a bed. Your bed is big enough!" His, always cheerful, Mom shouted, smiling.

Mike groaned and glanced at me.

"I guess you're sharing a bed with me."

I don't see the big deal. It's just a bed. I nodded and walked up the stairs with Mike, dropping my stuff onto the floor.

"So." He mumbled, flopping down onto his bed, "What do you wanna do?"

I thought for a while.

"What about the Quarry?" I blurted out.

The Quarry was, surprisingly, not closed. Around a week ago, a boy jumped from the 100-foot drop and drowned. At least that's what they think.

"Sure. I'll invite the others." He smiled.

I smiled back, reaching for the Swim-Trunks I packed.

"I'm gonna go change."

He nodded as I walked into the bathroom. I slowly changed, and when I did, I wrapped one of Mike's bandages that he had around my arm. I mean, they said they were water-proof. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good minute before I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. I still felt numb, broken I guess, but I learned to hide it.

"Will, You ready to go?" Mike called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah! One second!" I yelped, throwing the bandages into the medical cabinet. Once I walked out, I saw Mike glance at the bandages but didn't say anything. We walked from the house, and to the quarry. It was a good 5-minute walk of silence. We reached the Quarry and I sat on the 50-foot ledge.