I got inspired and decided to write a chapter from Joyce's point of view. Tell me what you think.
CHAPTER 2
Joyce Byers felt nothing, not the bed she was sitting, not the worn carpet under her feet, not even the stabbing pain of loss. She was numb.
She'd been like this since Jim Hopper dragged her kicking and screaming out Hawkins lab, leaving Bob Newby's body behind. Bob! Bob Was Dead! The words kept repeating in her brain.
Bob had been such a lovely, sweet, kind, funny sometimes, and most importantly a wonderful father figure for the boys. Okay he didn't exactly make her heart beat faster, and more than one occasion, she'd imagined another man making love to her or pushing against the stockroom shelves. That didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Bob brought a sense of normality to her crazy life. Or he had until she dragged down into the underground tunnels to find Hopper.
Joyce refused to look into her reasons for that. The heart stopping terror when Will told her Hopper was going to die, the desperation to find him. A desperation that had her dragging Bob into the nightmare. She just couldn't go near that particular Pandora's Box.
Bob had handled the truth beautifully, better than Joyce would have in his place. He never left her side at the lab, except for when... She left that thought hanging, it was too horrible.
There was a knock at the door, then someone came in. Joyce knew without looking up that it was Hopper. He said nothing, just sat on the floor in front of her. She met his eyes full of concern and a flash of pain.
In that moment the full force of everything hit Joyce like a speeding train. She flung herself on Hopper, burying her face in his broad chest. His strong arms enveloped her, he gently rocked her back and forth as she cried, for herself, for her son, and for the man she'd tried to love.
THE END
I don't know if it made you feel sad or made you feel angry, as long as it made you feel, I know I've done a good job.