Under my thumb - A Stranger Things fan fiction.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" you hear Billy enter the room, his voice sounding dark and deep, he was clearly angry.
"Yeah, it's me, don't cream your pants" Steve replies. You and Eddie look at each other, your bodies closely pressed together in the closet you were hiding in.
"Who were you talking to?" Billy asks, you could hear his footsteps come closer. You knew that if Billy found out Eddie was here he would hurt him, or even worse..

"I'm here" you say as you get out of the closet, walking towards Billy and Steve.
"And what are you doing here?" Billy tilts his head, his eyes narrowing whilst looking you up and down. "What are you doing in an abandoned home with another man?"

"It's not like that...." Billy tried to walk closer to you but Steve steps aside, his body blocking yours. "I've been curious about this house, what it looks like..."
"Ah, and of course Harrington kindly volunteered to show it to you, am I right?" you hear Steve mumble something beneath his breath, you walk past him, trying to calm Billy down, you knew how unpredictable and dangerous he could get.
"Nothing happened, he was just showing me the house. That's all" you tried to reassure him.
"How about we go home and I decide whether or not something happened?"
"She's not coming with you" you hear Steve say.
"Oh but she is, see, if she won't I will kick the living shit out of you" Billy grins, his hand grabbing your arm. His tight grip makes you squeal from pain.
"Let her go, you asshole!" you turn around, Eddie walking up towards you.
"Well..well..well, if it isn't the freak"

After a tragic accident, you move into your boyfriend Billy's trailer. It doesn't take long until he shows his true colors, especially when he finds out the amount of attention Steve and Eddie give you.

I do not own Stranger Things, nor their characters. This story follows some parts of the series but also parts that are made up by me. This story is 18 plus, containing violence, swearing and intimacy.