Hey, my loves! I'm back again with another pretty long chapter for Stranger Things. A really, really big warning for the ending scene of this chapter. It's similar in tone to that of chapters 2 and 4, so please, if you can't handle stuff like that, I implore you to take caution. Other than that, I really hope you guys enjoy the story. :)

Chapter Six: Danger Things

The toaster popped open. Two eggos hopped out of the holes as a pair of smooth white hands caught them both. Joyce placed the waffles onto a plate alongside a few other plates filled with bacon, eggs, toast, and sausage. The kitchen smelled of breakfast as Jim entered the room. He inhaled. "Honey, I can't stress enough how amazing that smells." He implored, walking up beside her and taking a piece of toast from one of the plates. Joyce smiled as he took a bite and leaned in, kissing her gently on the cheek. She blushed, whisking the eggs around the pan with the spatula. "Good morning." A female voice said behind the pair. "Good morning, sweetheart." Joyce glanced back, but continued to focus on the stove. The teen stepped into the kitchen as her smooth, bare feet touched the cold tile beneath. "How'd you sleep last night, kid?" Jim asked, taking another sizable chomp out of the crisped bread clutched in his fist. "Good." She replied, staring at him. "El, honey, your food is right here." Joyce explained, carrying the empty pan over to the sink. El strolled through the kicthen, around the table, and past her adoptive father in his Sherrif uniform.

"Mom!" another voice complained from outside the kitchen as a boy the same age as Jane scurried in. Close behind him, tussling his hair and laughing was his older brother, Jonathan. "Jonathan, leave your brother alone, please." Joyce warned, licking her fingers and stepping away from the sink. "Yup." The eighteen year old chuckled, letting go of his brother as he sat at the kitchen table. He walked around to his own seat. Eleven watched him as she stood, leaned on the table, eating her eggos. "Hey, why does El get Eggos and we get...this..." Will asked moving his food around with his fork. "Hey, your mom worked hard to make this." Jim pointed a news paper at the boy from across the table. "Besides, it's fantastic." He added, taking a forkful in his mouth. "Aww, thank you Baby." Joyce came over to him and left her own smooch on his beard. "Gross..." Will said, seeming disgusted. Jim just chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. Eleven smirked at the couple's affection towards each other. She'd hoped to be the same with Mike someday. "Besides, sweetheart, you know Eggos are her favorite." Joyce strolled over to a random cabinet. "Well, I like them too..." Will muttered.

"Not as much as me." El smirked at him, taking another bite as he watched her. He just rolled his eyes. El looked over to see Jonathan helping himself to his own plate. She thought for a moment. "Where'd you go last night?" She asked, awaiting a response. Jonathan almost choked on his bacon. "E-excuse me?" He replied, seeming confused. Joyce and Jim's attention were drawn. "Last night...I saw you leave the house at twelve-fifteen..." She explained, not sure of why he couldn't remember. A look of betrayal shot across Jonathan's face in that very moment. "What?" Joyce asked, seeming shocked. "Really?" He asked, staring at the teen. El started to feel scared. She didn't understand what she did wrong. "Jonathan Byers, what were you doing out that late?" Joyce asked, putting her hand on her hip and leaning on the table. "I was out with Nancy..." He replied, sulking towards his mother. "That's past curfew, Jon." Jim added, calmly, folding his newspaper to his side. "I'm eighteen years old." He rebutted. "That does not matter! I don't care if you're fifty as long as you're living under my roof." Joyce seemed a tad upset. Jonathan rolled his eyes.

"After all that this family has been through, you really expect me to be okay with you going out at an hour like that?" She asked rhetorically. Eleven started to feel bad, watching him be chewed out. She didn't know he'd get in trouble. "I'm not Will, Mom! I'm not gonna get snatched up by some Demogorgon!" He exclaimed, standing up, towering over the woman. "Hey!" Will chimed in, seeming offended. "No offense, little guy." Jonathan dismissed him. "Hey!" Jim's voice boomed as he stood up abruptly. Jonathan trembled a bit as the man stepped behind his mother. "That's no way to talk to your mom. Apologize." He demanded, staring the teen in the eyes. "Jesus Christ. You couldn't just keep your mouth shut?" Jonathan looked over and scowled at Eleven. She felt so bad inside. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. "Hey!" Hopper shouted even louder, stepping in front of Joyce. "That's my daughter you're talkin to." He pointed a large finger in the young man's face. "I'm outta here." Jonathan scoffed, walking to the door. "Where are you going?" Joyce asked from behind her boyfriend. "To meet Nancy." He replied, slamming the door behind him. Eleven wiped a small, scared tear from her eye.

"I dont know what's gotten into that boy." Joyce exasperated, holding her forehead and leaning back on the kitchen counter. "Whatever it is...He'd better fix it quick." Jim said, plopping back down and unfolding his newspaper. "You okay, kid?" He asked, looking at his daughter. "Mhm." She sniffled, fixing her posture. Jim shrugged hesitantly, taking another sip of his coffee. "What was that for?" Will asked as El's head shot in his direction. "What?" She asked. "Why'd you snitch? Did he do something to you?" Will rephrased his question. "What is...snitch?..." She asked, genuinely confused. "Snitch. It's when you tell on someone to get them in trouble. You're only supposed to when the other person has done something to you. I-It's a sibling thing." Will finished. El thought to herself for a moment and shook it off. She couldn't explain it now. Jonathan had already left in a blur. She stood up and put her plate in the sink. "I'm leaving too." She announced, walking to the other side of the kitchen. "Where're you going?" Jim asked, eyeing her carefully. "To Mike's." She said, putting her shoes on. "Oh, you should take Will with you." Joyce said cheerfully. El looked at her surrogate brother, awaiting his answer.

"What? And watch her and Mike stick their tongues down each other's throats? No thanks." Will muttered. "You and me both, kid." Jim added under his breath. Will smirked, but he knew they didn't like it for different reasons. "So, you're not gonna hang out with your friends today?" Joyce asked worriedly. "Nah. I gotta work on a campaign for the guys anyway." Will explained, fiddling his fork. Eleven stood up, keds now on her feet. She walked swiftly through the kitchen and hugged Joyce. "See you tonight." She said. "Oh." Joyce said, pleasantly surprised by the embrace. She rubbed the teen's shoulder before she let go. El then walked over to her father and leaned close. She kissed his beard lightly and squeezed his shoulder. "Bye, Hop." She said quietly as the man simply smiled. Eleven strode out of the kitchen and flung the door open without touching it. "No powers!" Jim called after her as the door shut behind her by itself. The man shrugged and went back to his reading. Jonathan walked down the street through the morning sun-flooded town of Hawkins. He sulked to himself thinking about his anger towards his family.

He was pissed that his mother chewed him out in front of everyone. And infuriated at Eleven for ratting him out. Who does she think she is? Jonathan arrived at a small coffee shop and entered, not before holding the door for a young woman who approached the store. She stopped before him as he looked up, finally noticing who it was. "Byers?" She asked, smiling. "Robin, hey." He smirked back. "Oh my God. What a small world." She remarked. "I mean-Are you really surprised? Its Hawkins..." He chuckled to himself. "True. Feels like the amount of people I don't know is less than the amount I do at this point." She joked as they both laughed awkwardly. There was a pause. "Well, are you..." Jonathan motioned towards the doorway that he'd held open this whole time. "Oh, right. Sorry. Klutz!" She tapped her head, walking past the young man as he followed her inside, giggling again. "So what brings you here?" Jonathan asked as the two now sat in a booth in the corner of the shop. The sun shone bright through the window beside them. "Coffee..." She laughed. "Right. Obviously. Hehe..." He replied. There was another moment of awkward silence as the two looked around.

"Uh-What about you?" Robin asked, taking a sip of her latte. "Oh, I'm supposed to be meeting Nancy." He nodded. Robin stared at him for a second. "You two are cute together." She remarked genuinely. "Thanks." Jonathan took a sip of his coffee and smiled. "Oh, I've gotta go to the little ladies room real quick. I'll be back." Robin started to get up. "Oh, oka-yeah, sure." Jonathan watched her as she stood to her feet, fixed her skirt, and scurried to the restroom. The dark red-haired teen looked out the window in anticipation. He wondered what had been taking his girlfriend so long. He stood up and walked over to the counter. "Hey, could I use your phone?" He asked politely. The barista nodded and motioned to the landline beside the bar. Jonathan walked over to it and took it off the rack, putting it to his ear, and putting in his girlfriend's number. It rung for a second. "Hello?" Nancy held the phone to her ear. Her hair was being brushed by her mother. "Hey, Nance...Uh, how long are you gonna be?" He asked, leaning his forearm on the wall. Nancy gasped. "Shit! Jonathan, I'm so sorry. I forgot." She exclaimed. "What?" Jonathan seemed annoyed.

"Language!" Her mother could be heard on the other line. "Sorry, Mom." Nancy dismissed her. "Anyway, Babe, I'm so sorry. I had this thing come up and I gotta go to it with my mom. I forgot to tell you this morning, I'm so sorry." She explained sympathetically. "Nancy, does this bra make my breasts look nicer?" Karen could be heard again, checking herself out in the mirror. "Mom, I'm on the phone!" Nancy exclaimed. "Oh, my bad. Hi, Jonathan!" She called into the phone. "H-Hi Mrs. Wheeler..." Jonathan rubbed his eye. "Anyway, I'm really sorry, Babe. I'll see you tonight though?" She asked hesitantly, knowing he must be upset with her. "Y-Yeah...Whatever." Jonathan hung up the phone. "Hello?" Nancy looked at her phone as the tone buzzed. "Mom, do you think this shirt looks good?" Mike walked into Nancy's room. "Yes, you look very handsome." Karen fixed his collar and his hair as Mike rolled his eyes. "Why? Where're you going?" She asked, looking up into his eyes. "Nowhere. Its just-El is coming over..." He shrugged, not wanting to make it seem like as big of a deal as it was to him. "You mean she has to spend time with you?" Nancy teased as the two siblings normally did.

"Aw, what's the matter? Did Jonathan dump your ass?" Mike fired back with a smirk. Offense took over Nancy's expression. "Michael." Karen lightly smacked his chest reprimandingly. "Ugh, you are such a dick...Such a huge...dick..." Nacy looked in her mirror and continued to brush her hair. Jonathan walked back to the booth in the cafe and sat back down. "Hey. Sorry I took so long." Robin got back just after he did. "Oh, yeah. No problem. Listen, I-" Jonathan started. "What's up party animals?" A voice asked as Steve Harrington smacked down on the table playfully. "There you are. What the hell took you so long?" Robin smacked his arm. "Ow! What? Dustin said he needed to talk before I did anything else today. Lemme tell ya that kid is ri-" He was cut off. "I-I'll leave you guys to it." Jonathan started to get up. "Wait. You're not meeting Nancy?" Robin asked. "Apparently not." Jonathan shrugged, clearly annoyed. "Well, hey, you could always hang out with us, Byers..." Steve motioned to himself and Robin with his thumb. Jonathan scoffed. "No thanks, Steve..." He walked away and left the cafe. "What's up with Carrie?" Steve asked, sitting down across from his friend.

"I-" Robin shrugged, closing her eyes and scratching her head. Jonathan left the shop and walked around back. So many things were running through his head at once. So much rage was building up in such a short amount of time. First his mother and El, then his girlfriend stands him up. Even Robin clearly wanted to hang out with Steve more. Not that he was surprised, the two barely spoke often. But, still. Just as he passed the back of the building and entered the parking lot, he got about halfway through the carpark before he heard a voice. A voice that made him freeze in his tracks. The soles of his shoes suddenly became one with the ground beneath him. "Hey, Byers!" He recognized the voice. And not pleasantly. He slowly turned to see none other than Billy Hargrove. "Billy...motherfucking...Hargrove..." He thought. He stared at him for a moment as the wind blew his straight, burned orange hair in front of his eyes. Billy shot a menacing grin his way. You couldn't tell it was menacing. Not unless you were close to the Byers or Wheelers. Jonathan knew. Billy motioned him to join him by his car. Jonathan wasn't stupid. But, he was curious.

Deep down, he was interested in what he had to say to him. Jonathan hesitantly started to walk over to the car. Billy had his arms stretched out and his back against the roof. He was chewing gum and eyeing Jonathan as he came closer. "Hey there, ginger cutie." He messed up his hair. "Dude." Jonathan narrowed his eyes at him, pulling away. "What? I'm just being jovial." Billy chuckled heftily. "Jovial? What is that like your word of the day?" Jonathan asked rhetorically. "What can I say? I'm expanding my vocabulary." He shrugged, smiling again. "Yeah, what the fuck do you want, Billy?" Jonathan asked, feeling a little bold in the moment. "Woah...Aren't you just a little firecracker." Billy replied, taking a cigarette between his lips and cupping his lighter with his hand while he sparked it. "Calm down, numbnuts. I'm not gonna hurt ya...probably...Here. Have a beer." He ordered, pushing a bottle covered in a crinkled up brown paper bag against the teen's chest. Jonathan scoffed. "As if I would drink something you gave me." He put the bottle on the roof of the car.

"Relaax...Lean back. Take a load off. What am I gonna do? Kill ya out here in broad daylight?" Billy asked what he thought was rhetorical. For Jonathan, that was a serious question. He watched the young man take a sip of his own beer as he side-eyed him. "Come on, man. Tell me your damage." He said as Jonathan finally picked up the second bottle, leaning his back on the car just like him. "My damage?" Jonathan seemed confused. Or rather acted it. "Yeah, I saw you mopin over there a minute ago? Come on, tell me. What happened?" Billy looked off into the horizon and took another sip of his beer. Jonathan studied him with his eyes. He knew Billy, but in that moment, his concerns almost seemed genuine. Jonathan thought himself stupid for even considering the delinquent actually cared about his feelings. But, he did. "I dunno..." He replied. "Oh, come on, Byers. Gimme somethin real." He tapped his chest cordially. "Stop always lookin like your goddamn gold fish died and you had to flush him down the shitter." Billy implored, taking another sip. Jonathan paused as Billy looked at him. "I dont know. I guess I'm just...pissed off..." He muttered, shrugging.

"No fuckin way. I totally couldn't have guessed that." Billy nudged his shoulder as Jonathan smirked. "What's up?" Billy asked staring at him and taking another sip from his bag bottle. Jonathan wondered whether or not he should confide in this guy. The same guy who's tried to kill almost everyone he knows and loves. But, he wondered...Who else was he gonna tell? He had no one else to talk to. Everyone he ever confided in was fighting with him. Even his girlfriend, his best friend who he tells everything to, didn't want to see him. "Agh it's just...My mom, ya know?" Jonathan shrugged, staring off into the horizon as well. Billy watched him intently. "She always acts like I'm this little kid. Like I'm not considered an adult by now. As if I'm the same as my little brother." He vented, starting to gain adrenaline. Billy nodded. "Yeah...I know a thing or two about bitch moms..." Billy trailed off. "Excuse me?" Jonathan asked defensively. "You know what I mean." Billy dismissed him. Jonathan glanced down. "I dunno. Mine bailed on me when I was a kid...which...sucks I guess..." He trailed.

"Jeez...I'm sorry..." Jonathan couldn't believe he was sympathizing with Billy of all people. Billy...motherfucking Hargrove. "Yeah, my new step-mom, she's..." He continued. "She just...she's ruined everything you know? With my Dad and I. And Max..." He scoffed. "Dont even get me started on that little runt." He took yet another sip of his beer. Jonathan almost winced at his insult towards his step-sister. "I doubt they mean it...You know?" Jonathan shrugged in the morning chill. "Nah, they know what the fuck they're doin..." Billy said coldly, looking down at his knuckles. Jonathan got chills up his spine at his remark. "What about you though? Is that all that's bothering you?" He tongued his cheek, looking at Jonathan. "Why're you worried about me?" He asked. Billy paused. "I'm just tryin to help." He shrugged, smiling slyly. Jonathan looked down at the bottle he still had yet to drink from. Billy watched him, awaiting a response. "And Nancy stood me up this morning..." He added. "Wheeler?" Billy asked as Jonathan nodded, looking off. "Jeez, you still hittin that?" Billy scoffed, shaking his head. Jonathan seemed confused.

"Don't let that slip away. I'm tellin you. You'll regret it. That girl is a solid seven and a half." Billy explained. "Hey." Jonathan snapped as Billy paused. "Dont talk about her like that." Jonathan said calmly. "Relax, alright? Calm your tits, I mean that as a compliment. You've done well for yourself." Billy turned away, taking another swig. Jonathan reluctantly saw the logic in his explanation. There was a long pause. "What else?" Billy asked, finishing the last of his beer. "How do you know there's more?" Jonathan asked. "Come on, man. It's written all over that smug fuckin face of your's." Billy joked motioning to Jonathan's face. Jonathan chuckled lightly. "My little sister." He squinted, staring into the horizon again. "Who? That Ives chick?" Billy asked. "Well, it's Hopper now, but...yeah..." Jonathan replied. "Jane." He continued. "I don't know she's just been startin to get on my nerves lately." He explained, looking down and examining the asphalt of the lot. "She's grown into quite the looker too hasn't she?" Billy remarked, turning around and leaning his forearms on the roof of his car. "Dude." Jonathan's eyes narrowed again. "Compliment." Billy repeated.

"That girl is turnin out to be sexy as hell. I see her around the house with Max all the time. I'd hit that." He admitted, shrugging nonchalantly. "She's like fourteen." Jonathan rebutted. "And? Max is her age..." Billy argued. "W-...And you-...You've...hit...Max?" Jonathan seemed taken back by the news. "What? You think someone ruins my life on a daily basis and looks like THAT and I'm supposed to not bag it?" He asked. Jonathan was shocked, but tried to keep his composure. He'd never thought of the two in that way, but to hear it's happened...or rather happens... "I mean come on. She's not my actual sister. She's my step-" "She's fourteen..." Jonathan cut him off. Billy stared at him. Jonathan didn't know whether he was gonna die or not from the look in the young man's eyes. "Nah, man. Listen..." Billy turned around and leaned his back against his car again as Jonathan let out a mental sigh of relief. "Age is just a number. I look at women and judge them by their physicality." He explained, motioning an hourglass figure with his hands. Jonathan just watched him as he spoke. He couldn't believe that he was hearing out what he had to say. But, again...He was.

"And Max?" He looked at Jonathan before biting his lip and clenching his fingers in front of his face. "I'm tellin' ya. It don't get much sweeter than that." He explained with a subtle shake of his head. Jonathan thought to himself. What he was saying couldn't be justifiable. Age could never be "just a number." Could it? "Look man, all I'm sayin' is..." Billy started, standing up straight and putting his hands up. "You'd be a lot less pissed off all the time if you hit that little sweet piece of ass." He stated simply. "All my stress goes out the door when I've got Max to pound around the house whenever I want." He explained. "D-Does she like it?" Jonathan asked hesitantly. Billy inhaled deeply before letting his breath out with a sigh. "Ya know, she says she doesn't...and she cries...hard...Whenever I'm just hammering her in, and I mean just-absolutley goin to town on that..." He motioned his hands, clapping them together with force. He paused and stared off into space. "She begs me to stop." He muttered. There was a moment of silence. "Pleads." He chuckled to himself. He froze with a smirk on his face and moistened his lips. "She questions why...Ya know? Why her?" He continued. He smiled again, shaking his head.

Jonathan gulped as he watched the young man talk. All of the hairs on his neck and arms stood tall. "I dunno. It drives me nuts." He stated. "Billy, that's..." Jonathan was at a true loss for words. His mind had never shut down so effectively before. He genuinely couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Anyway, like I said. Try it some time. In fact, try it when you get home tonight. I guarantee you." He said, getting closer to the teen. His face drew nearer and nearer until their noses could almost touch. "All of your problems...He muttered softly in his deep voice. "Will wash away..." He finished, backing away. His deep, rumbling tone stuck with Jonathan and echoed in the back of his head like magic. "But, yeah. Anyways...Want a ride back?" He offered, motioning over his shoulder and behind him to his car with his thumb. Not having any real response able to register, Jonathan simply let out a shrug with a soft nod of his head. "That's more like it! Get in there, big guy." Billy grinned and opened the passenger side door for him. Jonathan stepped up to the car and slid into the tight space, feeling the shake of the car as the door shut behind him.

Billy strode around the vehicle and got into the driver's seat, shutting his own door as well. He shifted in his seat, sticking one of his few keys into the ignition. "I bet that girl is sittin there at home, just WAITING to be taken. She's practically begging you to fuck her." Billy hefted out a hardy laugh as he twisted the key. The roar of the engine almost drowned out his maniacal laughter as Jonathan shivered and almost flinched at the noise. Mike's basement was filled with pandemonium. His stereo was blasting "Mickey" by Toni Basil which almost rivaled the volume of a pair of sensual moans from just beside it. Eleven was thrusted forward at a steady rhythm as her jaw hung open and she glanced over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes and letting out high-pitched whines. She was on all fours on the couch with her boyfriend on his knees behind her, fucking her doggystyle and gripping her hips from behind. Mike bit his lip and groaned as he looked down, watching her ass cheeks ripple on his dick. "Mike...Mike...Miiiikeeee..." She moaned, squeezing the cushion beneath her tight within her fingers.

"Oh, shit. Say my name. Say my name." He repeated, closing his eyes and looking up. He'd always felt a sense of power when El called out his name. As if she was entirely reliant on him. As if he was the only one she thought of when she needed help. To hear her moan his name in her sweet voice and listen to her struggle to pronounce it over the overwhelming pleasure of him inside of her was a treat. "Mi-ii-ii-iike..." She moaned again as he sped up the pace, pulling her left shoulder closer and clapping her ass harder. She put her head back as her volumed brunette hair bounced below her neck. "What's up?" Dustin asked, setting his bike down in the driveway. "He's not answering." Lucas told him, shutting the antenna on his walkie-talkie. "He must be on the wrong channel." Dustin shrugged. "Hey, guys." Max rolled up on her skateboard. She halted abruptly, kicking the board up to her hand, catching it swiftly. "Hey, Max." Lucas studied the buttons on his talkie. "H-Hey, Max..." Dustin said awkwardly, looking down. "Hey, Dusty-Bun." She replied, causing him to shoot his head back up. She giggled and brushed a strand of firey hair out of her face in the wind.

"What's up with you two?" Lucas cocked a brow, looking up from his set. "Nothing." The two said in unison, fixing their posture and facing the boy. "Ooookay..." He muttered, continuing to flip through channels on his device. Max and Dustin watched him fumble with the antenna for a moment. "Why don't we just go in?" Dustin suggested plainly. "You don't just walk into somebody's house." Lucas argued, squinting. "Wouldn't you be fine with it if it were your house?" Dustin asked. "If you walked into my house unannounced, I would get you back for that time you sprayed Fara Fawcett in my corneas." Lucas rebutted. "It's corneae." Dustin snapped back. "No it isn't-" "Guys!" Max exclaimed. The two silenced immediately as the girl looked at them both, annoyed. "Could ya shut up?" She asked frustratedly. There was a pause between the three. "I'm going in." Dustin said, storming past Lucas and nudging his shoulder. "Dustin, wait!" Max called after him. "You might not wanna do that..." Lucas warned him, following behind her. Dustin rounded the side of the Wheelers' house and arrived at the side door to Mike's basement.

Max and Lucas rushed after him as he opened the door, stepping inside. "Fuck, Mike!" Eleven gasped as he plowed her pussy from the back. They were met with the door opening followed by a loud shriek from a terrified Dustin. "Oh, God!" The boy jumped and covered his eyes as Mike and El froze. "Dustin, what is wrong with yo-Oh, wow!" Max held her hand in front of her own eyes as well as Lucas followed in, shutting the door. "What...Is going on?" Lucas emphasized. "What the Hell are you doing here? Get out!" Mike exclaimed, motioning to the door. He hadn't pulled out just yet. He held El's hips close while he spoke. Eleven just studied everyone's embarrassed expressions with wide eyes. "I told you we shouldn't have just waltzed in." Max scolded Dustin as he analyzed the two on the sofa. "I'm sorry, Mike." She apologized firmly, looking over at him. Mike just shook his head in disbelief. "God, I can't believe I just saw my two best friends fucking." Dustin shook his head as well. "I warned you." Lucas crossed his arms. "Well, yeah, but I didn't think I'd walk in and see El getting rammed by Mike." He explained.

"Yeah, well, show's over." Mike pulled out of his girlfriend and stood up from the couch. El looked back and pouted with her ass out and a face that read she almost didn't want him to stop. Mike grabbed his shorts with a huff of frustration before he slammed his thumb down on the stereo's power button. A few minutes later, the three boys sat at the D&D table across from each other. "So, how was it?" Lucas asked with a childish grin as he placed both palms on the tabletop. "It was sex." Mike replied, annoyed with his arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. "Was it just doggy or did you do other stuff?" Lucas pelted question after question at his friend. "It was all we did today, okay? We didn't really have time for anything else, thanks to you guys." Mike complained. "Yeah, sorry about that, man." Dustin apologized lowly. Mike sucked his teeth. Lucas thought for a moment. "Is she tight?" He asked. "Dude." Mike snapped at him. "What? I just imagined her as tight." Lucas tried to justify himself. "Why're you imagining my girlfriend like that?" Mike asked, still as annoyed as ever. "Dude, it's what guys do." Lucas stated plainly.

"Max is tight. She's tight as Hell." Lucas smiled to himself, thinking back to his time with her in the arcade office. "Yeah..." Dustin pondered off as well, remembering their night in the park. "What?" Lucas looked at him. "Oh-Uh-I mean...I'd assume..." Lucas squinted at him. "Gee, thanks. That's good to know." Mike said sarcastically. Max sat on the couch beside El who had her naked lower body covered with a warm, checkered, plaid blanket. "So..." Max started. "How was it?" She asked as Eleven looked at her calmly. She took the time to find the right word in her head. "Amazing." She smiled softly while looking into her friend's eyes. "Mike?" She almost laughed. "What's funny?" El asked innocently. "Nothing. It's just...I never really imagined Mike being "amazing" at sex." She explained herself. Eleven just nodded, not entirely understanding her. "So, that good huh? Was it your first time?" She whispered, squinting at her and smirking. "N-Not...T-Technically..." El struggled to pronounce the rather recently learned vocabulary. "Oh...Okay..." Max said. "But, it was your first doggy..." She wanted to clarify. She was met with a firm nod from the quiet fourteen year-old girl. Max chuckled at her friend's purity.

"Look at those two." Lucas turned around in his chair to see the girls on the sofa, talking. "They're growing into fine young ladies. Just like we're growing into fine young men. And it's up to us to protect them." Lucas monologued to his friends, but mostly to himself. "Uh...I don't really think they need our protection...One's a badass skater and the other has. superpowers." Dustin argued nonchalantly. "If anything, I'd say they're protecting us most of the time." He continued. "You know what I mean." Lucas brushed him off. Mike heard what Dustin said. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for Eleven. As if anyone who tried to hurt her would have to go through him. He agreed with Lucas as he nodded to himself. "Anyone home?" A voice greeted the teens as they all looked to see Will come down the basement steps. His bowl haircut bounced as he descended the creaky, wooden flight.

"U-Your mom let me in..." He pointed up the stairs behind him. "Yeah, no. You're fine." Mike waved him in. "At least SOMEONE knows how to knock." He looked at Dustin as his friend just laughed nervously. "Hey, guys." Will stepped into the basement and looked around at his friends. "Hey, Will." Max greeted him with a welcoming smile. He appreciated how nice she was to him. He could only imagine how she thinks of him after his episode in the field a couple years prior. Like a glass ornament that could break at any minute, he thought. "Sup, my man." Lucas dapped him. Will looked over at his step-sister who still had nothing on her legs but a blanket. "Um, why doesn't El have pants on?" He asked hesitantly. "Because we walked in on her and Mike sweating all over each other." Dustin explained. "Dustin." Max reprimanded him for spilling their private business. Will's expression turned to that of a worried one. "W-What?" He stuttered. "Yeah. He was hittin' it from the back like UNH!" Lucas signaled a horseback riding gesture in his seat and waved his hands, smacking the air in front of his crotch. "Lucas!" Mike exclaimed. "Hold on. I'm not done." He said quickly before turning back to Will.

"And then he started pullin' her hair back like this. UNH!" He continued thrusting an imaginary Eleven in his chair. "And then El was all like "Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me!" Lucas moaned in a mocking tone. "Yes, it was exactly like that." Eleven smiled, watching her friend reenact the event. Will's neck ran hot as he felt his cheeks turn blush. He could only imagine how red his face would look to his friends in that moment. He looked over at Mike who was facepalming at Lucas. He looked around at his other friends before he started to breath heavily. "Will, are you okay?" Max jumped to her feet, stepping beside him and holding his shoulder while she rubbed his back. "F-Fine! I'm fine." He yanked away from the girl and turned his back to the side door. "E-El, we gotta go..." He muttered, shifting his stance and clenching his clammy palms. Max looked down to see that his knuckles were white as her eyes widened. "For why?" Eleven stood up, holding the blanket around her waist as her innocent, bare feet sank in the carpet. "U-M-Mom said you need to get home as soon as possible. Y-You're in trouble..." He lied.

She was almost never in trouble. And she nearly knew it as well. "You didn't come to hang out?" Dustin asked, looking up at his friend. "Nope. Gotta go. Maybe next time. El, let's go." He ordered quickly. "Will, if it's about the-" "I don't care, Mike!" He laughed uncomfortably. "I-I don't care." He said lower. Eleven had her pants and shoes on at this point as she walked over to the D&D table. "Bye, Mike." She said softly as he leaned down and kissed her. She cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with her thumbs as the two inhaled deeply. The kiss broke as she ran her fingers down his jaw and stared into his eyes. She played with his ear lobe for a moment before smiling and walking away. "Bye, guys." She put a hand on Lucas' shoulder and smiled at Dustin. Lucas placed his hand on top of her's and held it before she let go. "Bye, Max." She hugged her with one arm as the girls kissed each other's cheeks. "Hope you don't get in trouble." Max smiled gently at her friend. El nodded and walked up to the door with Will. He was even redder now as he waited impatiently.

El opened the door as Will took the knob from her, swinging it wide frustratedly. She looked at her step-brother for a second with confusion before she stepped out into the pouring rain. Will looked at Mike before he spun around and slammed the door behind him. "What. Was that..?" Lucas asked, stunned. "Did he have another episode?" Dustin asked, looking up at Mike. "That wasn't the same as before." Max folded her arms uncomfortably. Mike just stood with no idea as to what had just happened. The step-siblings stepped into the field beside the Wheelers' house as the rain bombarded heavily down on their, now soaked, heads. Will pushed past his sister and stormed ahead. "Hey!" She shouted, stopping in her tracks. Her Keds squished in the mud and the damp grass blades. Will froze a yard ahead of her. He looked down as rain dripped from his hair, down his shirt. His chest heaved as his shoulders rose and fell with intensity. None like his friends had ever seen before. "What. Is wrong?!" She asked, yelling over the loud sounds of the storm. Will slowly turned to her as thunder clapped from above and lightning flashed in the dark clouds.

"What's wrong?!" He repeated her question as if it were silly. "What's wrong with me?!" He asked rhetorically, stepping before her. Eleven gulped. "I'm not in trouble. Am I?" She shook her head, knowing the answer to her own question. Will chuckled. "No, El! No, You're not in trouble!" He shouted calmly. "Then, why did we leave?" "Because he's not your's!" Will screamed as thunder cracked again and he threw his arms behind him, sending streams of a mysterious black mist from his palms and into the woods behind him. The impact of the mist and a couple of trees caused blood-red smoke explosions within the forest which warped the bark into molten holes that leaked clouds of dust into the rain. El was left in shock as rain fell down her face like the Rapids. Her wet hair hung down her head and just above her shoulders like a mop, as did her brother's. She was speechless. Even for a person of few words. She blinked as she felt the water starting to soak in her eyelids from the rainfall. She squinted. She saw the glowing holes in the treeline behind Will's shoulders as he paid no mind to anything other than her. He panted with anger.

"It's bad enough that I have to watch you two suck face everywhere you go. But, now you fucked him! Ha! You fucked him!" He laughed maniacally as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You know, that's probably part of your brain that's messed up. Right? You were born in a lab, your druggie of a mother was on LSD, so you have powers!" He mocked her with erratic hand movements. El couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shook her head slowly and hesitantly as she watched him talk. "But, let's not forget the fact that it's your fault that she had a brain death. Was because you came out of her in the first place. She went back there for you! If you weren't born, nobody would've died!" "Stop it." Eleven's voice started to crack. The things that he was saying were flustering her. She started to sob. "And all that. All that she sacrificed to save you and all the death you've caused...was so that you...can have sex with a teenage boy in his basement, in hawkins, in a suburb, on Dearborne and Maple!" Will shrieked before scoffing.

"You know, it's funny I didn't picture you a slut when my mom introduced us." He turned away and stomped off through the mud, disregarding the aftermath in the woods in the opposite direction. He disappeared around the corner of the cul de sac and marched home. Eleven continued to sob, breathing heavily as she was left standing alone in the field. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" She let out all of the voice she had left in her body and dropped to her knees as a wave of force shot out from her hands, zooming through the air and momentarily redirecting the rain away from her vicinity. A car pulled up to the Byers' house. The engine purred as the car came to a soft stop. It was Billy's car. "Uh...Thanks for the ride...I guess..." Jonathan didnt know wether to thank him or run from him. He unclipped his seat belt and opened the door, stepping out and standing up straight. "Hey, no problem." He replied as Jonathan shut the door. He leaned on the rolled-down window of the car. "Hey, remember. Think about what I said." Billy pointed at him while gripping the steering wheel with the other hand. Jonathan subtly nodded hesitantly.

"Well, speak of the devil..." Billy muttered, smirking as he watched Eleven run up to the house, soaked, and rush inside, slamming the door behind her. Jonathan gulped, noticing her run by as well. He tapped the car and started to walk away, waving silently to the delinquent. "Hey, Byers!" He called out his window as Jonathan stopped at his front door to look at him. Billy simply met him with a slow and methodical nod of his head. The look he gave him sent shivers down Jonathan's spine again. He shivered before opening the door and stepping inside, shutting it behind him and pressing his back against the other side. He heard the car drive off through the path as he took a deep breath. He glanced over to the den to see his mother asleep under Jim's arm on the couch. Jim's mouth was dropped open as well as his snoring nearly vibrated the floor beneath his feet. Jonathan glanced at Hopper's gun holster that was placed on the end table and back at the sleeping man. He looked down and continued through the house, toward his and Will's room. On the way, he walked by El's room which had the door open.

He peeked inside to see her sat on her bed with a towel around her hands, drying her hair. He quickly continued walking down the hall before she could notice him staring. Eleven sniffled, staring off into space. She'd been hung up on Will's words ever since she heard them. "Slut." She'd never heard the word before, nor did she have to in order to understand the negative connotations. His tone was enough of a definition if she needed one. Jonathan closed his door silently. He saw that his brother was asleep. He stepped into the room and began to pace quietly in a circle. He placed his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers. Was he really thinking about doing this? About listening to a single word that was said by Billy Hargrove? He couldn't be. He slapped himself in the face. He jumped to realize the noise could've woken his brother. He turned to see Will was still rolled over. He sighed, relieved. He froze, thinking again. El stepped in front of the mirror in the bathroom and finished drying her hair. It was now back to the luscious bouqet of browns it once was. Full and vibrant as it hung above her shoulders beautifully. She stared into her reflection's eyes.

She reached up to cup her throat as she winced. She opened her mouth and stuttered as she hesitated to touch it again. It hurt. She spoke. Or rather, she tried to. She seemed confused as her mouth moved, but no words formed. All that released from her lips were scratchy coos as she tried desperately to push out a single vowel. Her voice was gone. Probably from her unhinged scream that was let loose in the storm. She gulped and winced again as even the slightest swallow hurt her esophagus. "Mi-" She tried saying her boyfriend's name to test her theory to no avail other than a sound. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "Pre-..." She touched her throat again, not being able to utter the word. She dropped her hand, giving up at this point. She figured she'd tell someone in the morning. Maybe Joyce knew a home remedy for that sort of thing. She gave a hopeless smile to her reflection before shutting off the light and exiting the bathroom. She stopped in the hall to see her parents asleep in the den. A, now, genuine smile formed in the corner of her mouth as she turned and walked down the dark hallway.

She made a left into her room unbeknown of the figure pressed against the shadowy wall beside her door. She stepped into her bedroom, leaving the door open before flopping stomach-first into her bed and shifting around in the blankets. The figure exited the shadows to reveal Jonathan standing in her doorway. He watched her in the dim lamplight of her room. He saw her womanly legs in her shorts as she laid down. It was fuel to the fire that he couldn't stoke. He rushed through her room and onto her bed as El was bombarded by his size above her. He hovered over and signaled her to be quiet with his finger. Eleven's eyebrows cocked as she realized it was her older step-brother. "Jo-" She tried to say before he slapped his palm over her mouth. It's not like she'd be able to speak the full word anyway. She struggled underneath him as he dominated her limbs with his. "Shh. Shh. Are you done?" He whispered and was met with a questioned grunt from the girl. "Come on. Don't make this harder than it has to be." He continued, staring into her eyes, waiting for her to stop struggling.

He glanced down and ran his hand up her smooth, tan leg and laced her underwear with his fingertips, yanking them down her thighs and off past her feet. Eleven violently shook her head as feeble attempts of screams escaped Jonathan's hand with almost no volume. She could've used her powers to throw him off of her. She could've. But, she knew that if she did, then this would all be too real. She'd known Jonathan for a long time. Bonded with him. If she threw him through a wall, it would stop everything and she would have to face the fact that he tried to rape her. She wasn'tready for that. No matter how much he was going to hurt her, she wasn't ready for that. "Like I said..." He sat up and unbuckled his belt, taking off his pants and positioning himself between her legs. "Don't make this hard..." He growled. He shoved his length inside of her as her screams raised a bit in intensity through his pressed palm on her face. He pushed himself into her repeatedly until her squirming reduced. He lifted her shirt a bit, revealing her body, and lifted one arm behind his head as he went in on her. He removed his hand from her mouth as he noticed she couldn't scream.

Either way, he wanted to see her pretty face in the amber light coming from her desktop lamp across the room as he drilled her into her bed. Will rolled over in his bed. All he could hear were faint groans coming from El's room down the hall along with clapping sounds and the bed creaking. He scoffed and shook his head, rolling back over. "Slut." He muttered while he stared out the window and into the night sky. "J-" Eleven tried to enunciate. "Yeah?" Jonathan grunted, thrusting into her harder. "...J-Joyce..." She tried to yell, but prevailed with a whisper. "...Will..." She croaked. No dice. A single tear formed under her eye. "...Hop-..." She was cut off with a grunt as Jonathan pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. El's face hit her pillow as she grasped the edge of the bed. Jonathan ran his hands over her perfect ass and shoved himself inside of her again. "Oh, yeah..." He groaned, laying over top of her back and proceeding to fuck her from behind. He held her shoulders and clapped her ass with his pelvis. He tightened his thighs around her hips and plowed her deeper into the bed. "You wanna snitch on me? Huh?" He grunted while he worked her in.

El stared out her window with a frozen expression plastered across her face. Her hair bobbed and tears raced down her cheeks while the other kind rippled on her surrogate brother's member as it was plunged into her ass violently. Her whimpers lined up with his thrusts and what was left of her voice fluctuated with every push. "Oh, I'm almost there. I'm almost there." He panted before resting his head on her back and slowing his pace exponentially, pumping his load into the girl as his legs hugged her's. He groaned, pulling out. He stood to his feet as El laid unmoving. He studied her and froze, thinking to himself. "W-" He stuttered, realizing what exactly he'd done. He panicked. Gathering his pants and belt off of her floor, he rushed out of her room and into his own, shutting the door behind him. It took a moment for Eleven to gather the strength to roll over onto her back. She pulled her shirt down and covered her mouth with both hands as she sobbed quietly, staring up at her ceiling. Jonathan stared up at his, eyes wide, knowing well that he couldn't even deserve to regret his actions. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears formed on his face as well.

I know the ending was very dark. Trust me when I say everything is for a reason. As always, be sure to let me know any constructive criticism, suggestions, or requests in the reviews or just PM me. I love you all! :)