❝and i know every day you say it, but i just want you to be sure that i am yours❞
yours - ella henderson
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"He's just going to leave you, then you'll be stuck like me-"
The harsh slam of the Turner residence's front door and the continued yelling echoing from outside, staining the pure night air was a vast contrast to the wide smile on Cassiopeia Turner's face. She was practically glowing, in fact, as she all but skipped to her boyfriend's car. Maybe, that was the effect of being a month clean, or possibly her new-found high; Steve Harrington.
It didn't take long in their relationship for Steve to realize that trying to be a gentlemen around Leslie Turner was futile. The woman was not only batshit crazy but also the definition of a drunk. The first date Steve insisted to take Cass on, he had waltzed up to the door, charming grin already in place. After a half a knock, he was met with a light-skinned woman, eyes wide, and not in the innocent, doe-like manner that Cassie's sometimes were, but as if this woman had done crack since she was nine. Her skin had a grey-ish, yellow tint to it, red marks littering her complexion, as if her skin was peeling off.
And her teeth, God, she was missing every other tooth, and the one's she had were brown, oozing as she spoke violently.
"This the boy you been fuckin', Casey?"
Cassie, donned in a flourishing red dress, her radiant beauty a startling difference to her mother, flittered through the doorway, eager to leave.
"Cassie." She corrected, a grin still on her face as if her mother didn't just get her name wrong.
"What ever happened to Jack?" The zombie-like woman grumbled, her eyes flicking around the room in random bursts, the veins in her arms bulging against her rubbery skin.
"Jack did crack," Cassie didn't react to her mother's incoherent muttering, instead she pulled Steve to his car, not bothering to spare a look at her mother as the two left the alcohol and drug infused home.
That was a month ago, Steve was slowly getting used to Cassie's dysfunctional home life, finding solace in the fact that she only ever went over there to check on her mother, the rest of her time was spent at the Harrington's or Jim Hopper's home, who let the teen stay with him as long as she stayed clean.
But Cassie had found something new to crave. She found it as soon as her lips touched Steve's in the Mind Flayer's tunnels that night. The way he cared for her as she went through withdrawals, showing her a passion that no person had ever cared enough to introduce to her.
It was pure ecstasy, a high that she never planned on coming down from.
"Still getting Henderson?" Cass quirked her eyebrow at her boyfriend, eyeing the time. Her lips wrapped around the red straw of a cherry slush, courtesy of her poofy haired boyfriend Steve nodded, his hand moving to rest on the inside of her thigh. "Yeah, why?"
