❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘤𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯? ❞
in which violet harper moves to hawkins, indiana: where a boy came back to life.
STRANGER THINGS 2 ONWARD !
[ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 ]...
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CHAPTER SIX THE HARRINGTON-HARPER CONTINUUM ( episode 5: dig dug )
What a kick in the teeth that it's come to this, thought Violet. Standing outside of the boys lavatory on her Saturday afternoon, swirling Marge's car keys between her fingertips, waiting around a corner for Steve the hair Harrington.
She'd been stood for ten minutes listening to these idiots mingling around the showers together, sweat stained gym attire and aftershave pinching at her nostrils.
Her brain had been nothing but a stagnant picture of all the events from the day before, driving between The Byers' residence, the Hawkins library and home. Her answering machine going ballistic with Nancy's voicemail. The contents of Nancy's voicemail. The figure hiding low in the tree-line of her backyard, sprinting into nothingness with the wind. Hopper not showing up when she'd phoned the station. Mrs Byers and Will and the other man, their house a floor to ceiling galley of those bizarre drawings that were pieced together in some sort of map. The newspaper clippings of Hawkins National Laboratory and the experiments it used to supposedly conduct.
Despite Marge's warning, Violet wholeheartedly realised that she was far too involved in whatever the hell all of this was to let it all go now. She had to get to the bottom of what was going on, and with every hour that passed around here, for the sake of her own sanity; more than anything.
'Don't sweat it, Harrington,' another airy, douchey voice assures coldly from inside the bathrooms. Billy Hargrove. She bit down on the inside of her cheek in annoyance. For a blissful moment, she had geniunely forgotten that jack ass existed.
''Today's just not your day man.'
'Yeah. Not your week,' another guy seethes.
'You and the princess break up for one day, and she's running off with the freak's brother.'
There was a pause, followed by Hargrove's bitter, amused laugh. 'Oh shit... you don't know. Jonathan and the princess skipped yesterday. Still haven't shown. But that just must be a coincidence, right? After they've been hanging around that Harper chick all week. Funny how the freaks all find each other.'
