Before I can force myself to ignore the growing pain inside of me, Becky reaches out her hand. I turn at the sudden contact to see both of her palms interlaced into mine and El's.
Becky sighs, "she always believed that you two were out there. She always believed that you'd come home one day."
"H-home?" El stutters, almost as if the word has never really resonated with her before.
"Yeah," Becky smiles. "Home."
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I squint my eyes as Becky opens the door, opening up a brightly lit room. El and I slowly walk in. The walls are pink, and not that obnoxious eat-your-heart-out pink but a color that looks more like cotton candy. I touch the wallpaper and a thin layer of dust coats my fingers. Suddenly it hits me, this was supposed to be my life. I was supposed to have a pink room. I was supposed to share it with my twin sister. I was supposed to have an aunt. I was supposed to live outside of Hawkins. I was supposed to be Mary Ives but most importantly...I was supposed to be normal.
I find myself rapidly taking in every detail. The dollhouse sitting in the corner and the stuffed animals laying against the windowsill. The room now seems small and cramped. Like the walls are closing in on me. None of this is right. This can't actually be real. My entire life I convinced myself that I had been some orphan before my dad took me in. That either my biological family was dead or they didn't want me. I never really cared about that all too much. That was fine. Even when I found out last year that I had been some weird lab rat, I still think I held onto that one hope. That my life was what was meant to be. Now seeing all of this though? It feels more like I was stolen, that I've always just been living a lie.
El reaches into a crib and takes out a small toy bear.
"Pretty," she solemnly mutters.
Becky comes up to us. "I can get you both real beds, and you guys can stay here with me. If you want. How does that sound?"
My eyes meet El's for a second.
"Yeah," I quickly spit out. "Maybe just for a little while."
I know I shouldn't be saying that. I have things going on in Hawkins. Serious things, things I can't just ignore. At the same time though, I can't just not take her up on her offer. I can't keep on going with the what if's flooding my mind. I can do this and help the party. I have time to do both...right?
A clicking sound fills my ears and I look over my shoulder. My eyes go wide as I realize what I'm seeing. The lightbulb is flickering, almost systematically.
"Are you..?" I turn to El.
She just shakes her head. "You?"
"No."
Becky gives us both a confused expression. "Oh yeah, that. That happens sometimes. Old house, bad wiring. Or if you ask my crazy aunt Shirley, it's...haunted."
My eyes shoot to the side as another light further down the hallway blinks in and out of use. El trudges forward and I follow after her. As we walk, more and more lights seem to malfunction. We head all the way down the stairs, into the kitchen, the dining room, then finally...
There, sitting in that old brown rocking chair, seems to be the cause of all of this.
Becky finally catches up to us and says, "really girls. It's just the wiring-"
"No," El stops her in a hard tone.
The three of us come closer to the women and it finally seems to click in Becky's head.
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Joey Hopper//Will Byers -Book two-
أدب الهواةBook two- Now that Joey knows about her powers, now that she knows about all of the secrets that were kept from her, how will she react when she becomes the one keeping the secrets? Some that she cant even tell to her dad. . Also available to read o...
