Weakness(billy hargrove)

The stranger

Nobody quite knows the full story of Arya Hill. She was the mystery of Hawkins. Sheriff Hopper was the first to spot the girl.

He was just leaving his office when he heard the bell signaling a visitor. He turned around ready to tell them to leave but stopped at the sight of her.

Pregnant, bruised and broken was Arya hill. Barely able to stand. He knew she must have been running  from something by the blood coating her hands and face.

She was led into his office and given a shock blanket while Florence the secretary called social services. Hopper handed her tea as they waited. His questions were left unanswered.

An hour later a plump red haired woman was at the station ready to take her to a foster home.

Hopper felt pity towards the girl when she began to cry as the woman walked her to the door. Its not right he thought.

"WAIT" he called stopping the pair in their tracks. The woman turned to look up at him as Arya eyed the floor. "I'll take care of her" he sighed. I must be out of my mind.

This gained arya's attention.

"Where do I sign" hopper asked much to everyone's surprise.

An hour later and a flourish of a pen Jim Hopper had just adopted the broken teen and saved her from more tragedy.

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That night was filled with questions and few answers.

Hopper soon learned that life had been cruel to the girl. He had shown her to a bedroom and left her to sleep soon after.

The next day he took Arya to the hospital for a scan to see how her baby was.

It had been a strange experience since they barely knew each other. But her smile seemed eternal when the baby was shown on screen. She was due in just over a month which left hopper in a rush to by baby supplies.

The news had spread to all of Hawkins by that afternoon. Arya was sleeping on the sofa as Hopper left the house.

The knocked on the door before entering. Joyce Byers opened the door in surprise. "Hello Joyce , how's life".

" Hopper" she questioned " What are you doing here , is everything okay". She opened the door wider and let him in the house.

They moved to the kitchen and Joyce made them both coffee.

"I'm sure you heard the news by now" he stated , sitting down on a chair."I need your help"

"With the baby stuff" Joyce guessed handing him the mug. She sipped on her own before adding "that was a nice thing you did , otherwise she would never get to keep her baby".

" Yeah" he sighed ,pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's due in nearly a month and I need to get shit for the nursery". He sipped his coffee , both were quiet.

" well I still have a crib and stuff from the boys , I can help shop for the rest I'm sure. How does no day sound?".

"Your a fucking saint Joyce Byers I swear to God".