꒰꒰・┄┄・𓆩♡𓆪・┄┄・꒱꒱"WE WERE SO CLOSE." Summer exhales, with her eyes clenched shut, trying to hold in the various emotions coursing through her. How could she have let this happen? She thought. How could she have let the key to their freedom fall from her grasp so easily?
Every ounce of hope the trio had of escaping the secret Russian facility was long gone now and the harsh reality had started to settle in.
Blood rushes to the couple's heads, a side effect of the uncomfortable position they were in. Summer's arm was starting to numb, a tingling feeling working its way down to her elbow, not unlike the feeling she'd been getting the previous few days, and the wetness of her eyes had begun to spill over the edge.
A sniffle escapes her as her shoulders shake from the sobs, betraying her in her attempts to hide the extent of how frightened she truly was. Summer was an emotional person, everyone that knew her well enough knew that, and sometimes her feelings simply got the best of her. It was both a blessing and a curse; it showed she cared but sometimes depicted her to be weak and irrational.
The brunette blamed herself, and only herself, for this. For all of this. She could've told Dustin from the start that it was too dangerous to go snooping. That they should've just gone straight to Hopper. Perhaps instead of living what could possibly be their last moments alive, they'd be spending their night with their family and friends, celebrating their country whilst watching fireworks and riding the carousel at the fair. Eating fairy floss and winning stuffed animals.
"Sum, hey, it's okay." Steve tries to reach for her but fails, his restraints not letting him move in the direction he wanted. "Don't cry. Please." He pleads. All he wanted was to hold her, feel her in his arms and reassure her that they'll be okay. He wanted her to know that he was going to protect her so long as his heart was still beating.
With a hint of guilt, he bangs his head on the cold ridged floor and the room falls silent, an abundance of horrific thoughts of how the Russians would 'get rid' of them swirling in their minds. The quiet remains for a few minutes and only breaks when the blonde starts to snicker. Her small snorting noises filling the air.
"I'm sorry." She tries to say but her laugh muffles her words, rendering them incoherent.
Both Summer and Steve turn their heads upwards at the girl, both sets of brows inched together. They couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing.
"Are you laughing?" Steve scrunches his face, the whole thing disturbing him a little. Who in their right mind has a laughing fit when they're most likely about to be murdered by Russian soldiers?
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. It's just... I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve 'the hair' Harrington and Summer Bradshaw. It's just too trippy man."
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FanfictionIn which the small town of Hawkins is in immediate danger and it's up to Summer Bradshaw and her friends to save it... again. EUTHORICSPIDEY | 2019 BOOK 3 STEVE HARRINGTON X OC FAN FICTION RANKED #3 IN STRANGERTHINGS3 RANKED #8 IN STEVEHARRINGTON ...