Hello there! Now, I know you may be thinking "What?! Autumn posting two chapters in two days back-to-back?! No way!" Well, I say yes way! :) Now, another fair warning for violence in this chapter. I promise you, my loves, that not every chapter is going to be like these. Not as dark anyway. This is just a dark section of the plot and it's necessary to tell my story the way I have it envisioned. As always, I hope you enjoy another rather lengthy chapter. :) See you at the end!

Chapter Seven: Madwheeler

"Beautiful, Isn't it?" Billy asked as the high winds whipped elegantly past his unbuttoned shirt. Jonathan gave one of his signature half-shrugs. He looked down at the view beneath him and couldn't deny it in his head. The scene was breathtaking. And it might have been enjoyable if it weren't for Hargrove's menacing presence. His aura created pressure around him like a buzz in the air that pushes your heart down. "I like to come up here sometimes to look at the view. Calms my nerves a bit." He smiled and chewed his gum while stretching out his hand. "You know, your life's not bad..." He stated with a shrug of his own, placing his hands in his pockets and staring off into the mountains. Jonathan gave him his attention. "You gotta...loving and caring mom, some siblings...Hell, your new dad is like in charge of the town-" "He's not my dad." Jonathan corrected him. Billy stared at the young man. "Oh, well, sor-ry..." He said sarcastically. There was a pause. "You gotta smokin' hot piece..." Billy scoffed. "Can't forget her..." He said. "Okay, can we not talk about her like that? Please?" Jonathan implored. Billy rolled his shoulders as Jonathan took a big sigh.

"Your life...It's gotta be your's..." Billy explained. "And to do that, every time...not sometimes. Every time..." He clarified. "...You gotta take that son of a bitch by the horns. You take it and you say..." He held out both of his hands as if to portray him subduing a bull. "...I control you..." He growled, staring ahead as if there was actually something before him. Jonathan gave no response. He simply looked away. "And the sooner you do that, the better..." Billy finished. "That's why I invited a friend to meet me here." He added. Jonathan looked at him. "...Who..?" He asked nonchalantly. "Billy?" A voice called from behind the two. They both turned around to see a young woman walking towards them. She wore a bright red, one-piece bathing suit with the word "Lifeguard" across the front along with some ripped, light blue jean shorts and sandals. Her sunglasses were a dark brown and her matching, frizzy hair was pulled back into a bun. Jonathan's interest was peaked. "My shift just ended. They said you called out sick. Is everything alright? You said to meet you, but why at Sattler's Quarry?" She stopped before the boys, planting one sandal on a rock and her hands on her sides, slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, I wanted to take the morning to spend some time with my new pal." Billy hefted his hand onto Jonathan's shoulder as he jumped. Heather chewed her own gum as she eyed Jonathan up and down. She lifted her sunglasses above her bangs and studied him. "Oh! Where are my manners? Right, Heather, this is Jonathan Byers. Jon, this is Heather Holloway. She works with me at the rec center." Billy explained. "Yeah, we know each other." Jonathan scratched behind his ear as Heather nodded. "Really? From where?" Billy asked. "Well-I actually...tutored you in algebra a couple years ago. I don't know if you remember." "Yeah, yeah. You're that kid who always sat in the back and twitched." Heather chuckled. "Yeah..." Jonathan replied awkwardly. Billy looked at Jonathan as if to wonder whether he was going to take the ridicule. Heather sighed. "Good times." She said. "See, Hargrove? Not everybody's new in town like you. Townsfolk go way back. S'pecially in Hawkins." Billy's eyes trained on her's as she spoke. Jonathan instantly noticed his stone expression. He wondered if it had been something she said. Billy sat frozen for a moment. Longer than comfortable for the others.

He just stared at her. "Hey, so thanks for covering for me." Billy's face suddenly turned to a smile. So quickly that it almost seemed disingenuous. "No problem." Heather smiled at him and moved her shoulders joyfully. "The only question is..." She stepped up to him. Billy and Jonathan's feet were each around a foot in distance away from the edge of the cliff. "What do I get in return so my mouth stays shut..?" She walked her fingers up his shoulder as she breathed in his face seductively. Billy chuckled. "What do you get in return?" He repeated her question. "Mhm..." Heather nodded with a smile. Billy then wound his arm back and punched her square in the face. Jonathan was taken back when he heard her Yelp as she flew back and onto the ground. She landed in some dirt and rocks between a messily circular patch of tall grass. Billy rushed over her as his boots dug into the gravel beneath his soles. He gripped Heather by the collar of her swimsuit and held her face close to his. "What the fuck?!" She yelled in pain as he scowled at her menacingly. "You're right. I'm glad I'm not from this fucking shit-hole of a town." He growled with a grin.

Heather's eyes were filled with fear as she stared into his. They seemed lifeless. As if he had no soul. "Billy, what the fuck, man?" Jonathan's voice cracked. He was nervous. Scared of what the delinquent might do. And whether he'd be able to do anything about it. "You hear that, Johnny?" He stood up and looked over his shoulder at the teen. "She tried to take advantage of me." He muttered looking back down at her. "No! No, I didn't mean it! I was only joking!" She desperately tried to crawl from underneath his legs on her stomach. "Aw, look at her tryin' to run." Billy said mockingly. "Where're you goin', bitch?" He knelt down and grabbed her ankles, yanking her through the gravel and back under him. "No! Please, just let me go!" She pleaded. "This is what I mean about life, Jon!" He yelled back to him. "You just gotta take that bitch by the horns..." He reached forward and pulled the front of her hair back, arching her neck as she shrieked in agony. Jonathan was frozen. He watched as Billy took off her shorts and moved the bottom of her swimsuit aside. He watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his own jeans down to his knees which he planted firmly in the dirt.

He pushed the back of her head down, burying her face in the ground. Jonathan flinched and looked away before he could hear her screams from him forcing himself inside of her. With every thrust, every grunt from the man, and every gasp from Heather, Jonathan shut his eyes tight and slapped his palms over his ears. "Stop. Stop. Stop it!" He screamed. His voice echoed through the quarry. The cold chill of the morning collected vapor from his mouth and tightened his skin. Billy stopped with one last thrust into Heather from behind as he turned his waist to look at Jonathan. He stared at him for a second. Heather was unable to move. Her voice croaked as she slowly pulled her fingers together through the dirt. That being the only strength she had left in her to move any part of her body. The rest was frozen. In shock. "Ah, it's your turn anyway." He waved him over as he pulled out of her and stood up. The words were a sheer pierce in the lungs as Jonathan's heart sunk. He stared and started to shake as he slowly lowered his arms to his sides. "Come on, Buddy." Billy buckled his belt nonchalantly. "...Please..." Jonathan muttered under his breath. "What?" Billy asked.

"Please." Jonathan shot around to face him. "Please, let's just go. Okay? Haven't you done enough?" He begged him. "Now." Billy raised his arm at a forty-five degree angle as his finger lead to Heather. Jonathan followed his finger with his gaze. She looked so helpless. Her eyes laid open, but she may as well have died. There was a moment of silence with Billy motionlessly keeping his point trained on the girl and Jonathan trembling uncontrollably. "DO IT!" Billy raise his voice. "I can't-I ca-..." Jonathan stuttered. "...I can't do that..." He whimpered, staring at the young man, hoping he'd somehow understand. But, this was Billy. "If you don't get down there and fuck her..." Billy mumbled lowly. "I'm gonna throw her off the fucking cliff..." He threatened. Jonathan looked at him with a defeated expression. Not only did he take a piece of her soul. He was willing to kill her. An innocent woman. Murder her right then and there just to prove a point. He couldn't say he was in disbelief. He knew well and good what he was capable of before he even agreed to take a ride with him earlier that morning. Jonathan couldn't say anything. He knew he couldn't let him kill her.

But, he knew he couldn't do the alternative either. Surely, sex is preferable to death, right? Even if the former remains non-consensual. He had to believe it. He had to convince himself for Heather's sake. And for his own. He didn't know what he would do if he let someone die. How he would live with it. Living with the guilt of sexual assault had to be more advisable. "Did you fucking hear me?!" Billy reached down and grabbed Heather by the collar again, lifting her up and dangling her over the edge. It was at this point that her senses woke up. Her legs began to flail and she screamed, looking down at the harrowing drop. "Ok-Okay! I'll do it! Okay!...Please just put her down, okay?" Jonathan implored. Billy looked at the boy unsympathetically. He then tossed her over his shoulder as she landed back into the gravel with a whop of her body weight. She choked on the impact as the wind was knocked out of her. Jonathan rushed to her side and held his arm under her neck as she gasped for air. She looked up at him through her peripherals and tapped his hand which he placed on her arm. "...Help me..." She whispered through possibly broken ribs.

Her exposed arms and legs were covered in red scratches and scrapes from the rocks. "She needs to get to a hospital." Jonathan whined. "No." Billy firmly planted his feet in the gravel and crossed his arms. "Do it. Now." He ordered. Jonathan slowly looked up at him. "You're a sick fuck!" He screamed. "It's just like I told you, Johnny...This is how you get in control of your life. You heard her. She mocked you your whole childhood in school. You really think that's worth your mercy?" He motioned to the girl in his arms. "That is not worth this." Jonathan trembled. "It's not." He stated, shaking his head firmly. "You'll learn sooner or later, Jon. No one in this town deserves your mercy." He explained, shrugging. Sweat forming down his exposed chest. "This is all to help you. You think I get anything out of this?" He asked rhetorically. "Yeah, your sick fucking fetish. You think this is some game." Jonathan answered. "I'm already in control of my life. Life IS a fucking game." He held his arms out wide and laughed. "And I'm fucking winning..." He shrugged proudly. "And what if I stop you?" Jonathan muttered. Billy laughed. "You and I both know how that's gonna turn out..." He explained calmly.

Jonathan lowered his head. "I'm here for you. I'm not the enemy. People like her are..." He pointed at Heather as Jonathan looked into her eyes. "Please..." She shook her head. Jonathan studied her face. "There we go!" Billy cheered as Jonathan set her head down in the dirt. "Please! Please don't do this!" Heather sobbed, laying still and shaking her head as tears filled her eyes. Jonathan fumbled with his belt and hurried to push himself inside of her. He tried to ignore her cries as he wrapped her thighs around his back, thrusting into her slowly. Billy just grinned and watched from the sidelines. "Attaboy..." He clapped his hands together in applause as Jonathan doubled over, grunting and feeling himself climax inside of her. "Now, that's what I'm talkin' about..." Billy muttered, nodding. Jonathan pulled his pants back up as he stood and fixed his belt. He sniffled. "We need to get her to a hospital." He faltered in tone. "No. She can stay here. Think about whether she wants to try and pull one over on me again." He stared down at her, his eyes lacking humanity. "Billy-" "Get back in the fucking car." He demanded. Jonathan paused. He looked down at Heather again.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, shaking his head and walking back down the path. Heather just stared up at Billy with hate in her pupils. Billy slowly stepped beside her and crouched down to her level. Jonathan stopped in his tracks and looked back at the two. "If you tell anyone we were here...I'll burn your fucking family." He said softly. Such words would usually accompany intensity. But, from him, they almost sounded easily pronounced. He rose to his feet and walked down the path calmly. Jonathan quickly turned back around and walked to the car. Billy sat down in the driver's seat and shut the door beside him. Jonathan simply let his head fall back on the headrest of the seat. He stared into his reflection in the car window. "You're already halfway there. All it takes is once. From here on out, it should be a lot easier." Billy smirked, starting the car. Jonathan didn't say anything. He knew he was right. He'd crossed a line he wasn't certain he'd return from. "Now, you shouldn't have a problem taking care of that snitch sister of your's tonight." Billy stated. Not met with a response from the frozen boy, he pulled the stick shift and drove off. The tires crackled through the dirt, leaving nothing but exhaust fumes and pain in their path.

24 Hours Later

Eleven sat at the head of her bed with her back against the wall. She stared off thoughtlessly with no emotion. "El! Come and get some breakfast, Sweetie! It's almost noon!" She heard Joyce call from the kitchen through her open door. She knew she couldn't tell her. She knew she couldn't tell anyone. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't talk. If she told anyone what Jonathan did, then the night before would become real. All she wanted was to forget it ever happened. She slowly sat up and stood from her bed. Her pelvis ached. She limped through the room as she reached the doorway, holding onto it. Walking the rest of the way to the kitchen was as if she'd been thrown into an audience after what had happened to her. "Oh, there you are, Honey..." Joyce greeted her, noticing her standing in the kitchen entrance. Will sat alone at the table, pouring his own cereal. Neither Hopper nor Jonathan were anywhere to be seen. "Your father's at work, Honey. Here, come have something to eat." Joyce placed a bowl caringly on her side of the table. El hesitantly walked over to her chair, wincing and holding her lower abdomen.

"Oh, what's the matter? Are you getting cramps?" Joyce asked, reaching for her. Will eyed his sister up and down, knowing for sure why she was hurting down there. "Rough night, huh?" Will asked sarcastically. El shot him a look of surprise. She'd known by now what sarcasm sounded like. All of her friends, using it daily. She knew that had meant Will heard her screams. Or at least whatever she could've gotten out with her voice gone. She felt a looming feeling of betrayal wash over her body. Why didn't he help her? If he'd heard the noises, why wouldn't he check on her to see if she's okay. Then, she remembered. He was mad at her. For whatever reason was still beyond her. She sat down, giving Will a look of disappointment. Will saw this as guilt. He smirked, thinking she felt caught red-handed. "So, how was it when Mike came over last night?" He asked, taking a spoonful of his cereal in his mouth. He felt proud that he could get her back by tattling on her. The same way she did to Jonathan. "What? El, Honey, is that true?" El looked up at Joyce with a worried look. She couldn't say anything. Only a profuse shake of her head.

"Oh, bull! I heard you two screwing around last night in your bed. Your door must've been open because I heard everything." Not everything... El realized just then that Will didn't know she was being raped. He didn't even know it was Jonathan. He thought she was with Mike. She still couldn't say anything. "El, Hop is not gonna be happy when he hears about this..." Joyce shook her head. "I'm gonna have to keep you home until I can tell him. No seeing Mike today, okay?" Joyce explained compassionately, but firmly. El felt horrible. It was bad enough that she wasn't safe in her own home, but now she couldn't see the one person she felt safe with either. "Hmph...Sucks to get snitched on, huh?" Will remarked. "Will, stop it now. What has gotten into you?" Joyce seemed in disbelief of his crass behavior. "Whatever." Will shook his head, pushing his seat back and walking away. His door slammed from down the hall before he flopped into his bottom end of the bunk bed. El stared at the table worriedly. Max's board roared down the asphalt hill as she skidded to a halt. She noticed she was in front of Mike's house. She decided she would check in on her friend and say hi while she was in the area.

She rounded the lawn and marched up the driveway, board in hand. She approached the front door, wanting to avoid a mishap similar to the day prior's. She knocked rhythmically on the warm, white-painted wood that was the door. After a moment, it opened to reveal Karen, Mike's mother. "Max!" A smile formed under her nose as she planted a hand on her hip. "Hey, Mrs. Wheeler." Max waved slightly. "Are you looking for Mike? He's in the basement." Karen pointed behind her. "Damn it. Where is she?" Mike paced the downstairs level, glancing at his watch every second or so. He stopped, taking a deep sigh. "Uh, yeah I just stopped by cause I was in the area-" Maxine shrugged. "Neat! Well, come in. Make yourself at home." Karen opened the door wider, letting the teenage girl inside. Max slowly walked into the den, holding her board, and looked around as Karen shut the door behind her. "Hey. Do you by any chance cook?" She stopped, asking the girl with a grin. Max almost flinched at her excessive expression, but nervously smiled back, letting out a small giggle. Mike sat on the couch, shaking his leg up and down, still checking his watch periodically.

He stopped when he heard his mother talking upstairs. Her voice was accompanied by another. A female one. He jumped up from the sofa and rushed up the steps before opening the basement door to see his mother and Max standing at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables together. "Honey! Look who stopped by!" Karen smiled again with a large knife in her hand. Mike looked at his friend. "Hey, Mike..." Max side-eyed him and rolled her shoulder. The boy rolled his eyes, expecting it to be someone else. "What're you doing here?" Mike asked as the two were now in the basement. He sat back down on the couch. "I dunno...I just...stopped by..." Max shrugged, cocking her brow. "Since when do you do that?" He asked, looking up at her with a confused look. "I can't do that?" She asked. "You don't..." Mike shrugged. Max sighed and plopped down on the couch beside him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Well, I do now." She said as Mike shook his head. The two sat in silence for about a minute before Max noticed his knee bouncing again. "Who're you waiting for?" She asked, lifting her head and leaning her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him.

"El." He replied, annoyed. "She was supposed to meet you?" Max asked. Mike just nodded. She laid her head back down and watched his knee bounce. "Maybe she's caught up with something..." Max suggested, lifting her head to push her orange hair behind her ear before nestling closer against the side of his neck. "We agreed to meet today thirty minutes ago and she's still not here." He complained. Max thought. "Traffic?" She offered, not even believing it herself. "Nah..." Mike shook his head. "She's probably mad at me for embarrassing her in front of the party yesterday..." He suggested. "What? No, you did not embarrass her. The guys just don't have manners." Max assured him. Mike looked down to see her firey head of hair rested on his shoulder. He leaned his head to the side on top of her's. He sighed as there was another pause. "I'm such a bad leader..." He said to himself. Max lifted her head again, causing him to lift his as well. "No, you are not." She argued, lifting her elbow and leaning it on him instead. "You're the only one qualified. Lucas is too immature, Will is too shy, Dustin is waaaay too emotional..." She explained. Mike chuckled.

"And don't even get me started on El." Max added. "What about you?" Mike looked at her, half-smiling. "Well, yeah, but I'm the zoomer. If I take the lead, what will you do?" She nudged him jokingly. "Oh, really?" Mike asked, nudging her back as the two laughed. They paused. "You're made to be the leader." She clapped her palm onto his shoulder. "And you're a pretty damn good one if you ask me..." She scrunched her nose. Mike stared at her. They both studied each other's lips before he leaned forward, kissing her passionately. He inhaled deeply and kissed her again and again as she straightened her posture, holding his shoulders. Max returned the embrace with equal intensity as their heads swayed in the noon sunlight that shone through the thin basement windows just under the ceiling. Billy's car door shut as he walked around the hood. Jonathan leaned against the outside of the opposite door. He had his hands in his jean jacket pockets as he stared at the parking lot. A puddle centered the blacktop that spit his reflection back at him. "Hey." Billy said as Jonathan's head shot towards him. "You good?" He asked, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it in his mouth.

Jonathan just nodded, looking back down. It didnt matter that he was lying. He wasn't alright. He left the house early in the morning to avoid anything that might pop off with his family. He didn't know whether El would've told anyone or not. He wouldn't blame her... Still, he didn't wanna start something with Billy...So, he nodded. "Jonathan?" A voice asked as he looked up. Robin had just walked around the corner of the building they were parked behind and noticed him. "Robin..." He stood up nervously. There was an awkward moment of silence as she assessed the situation. "Fancy seeing you here..." She stepped towards him. "Why're you with him?" She asked, pointing at Billy with a disgusted expression. "What's wrong with me?" He asked, taking a huff of his cigarette and putting his arms out, offended. "What isn't?" She asked rhetorically. "Are you okay, Jon?" She asked, worried for his safety. He gave her a hopeless look. "Why don't you come with me. We can grab a bite or something." She reached her hand out. Jonathan looked over at Billy who leaned calmly on the hood of the car. Billy gave him a slow and methodical nod of his head.

Jonathan looked back at Robin who was awaiting him to come with her. He slowly reached out his hand towards her's. Before they could touch, he reached past her hand and grabbed her wrist, opening the car door with his other hand and pulling her close. He threw her into the back seat and climbed in behind her, shutting the door as Robin's muffled screams could barely be heard from outside. Billy took another huff of his cigarette, nonchalantly leaning on the roof of the car and keeping an eye out for anyone. All that could be seen through the car windows were Robin's feet in the air and Jonathan hunched over between her legs. The car shook violently. "Hey." Robin snapped her fingers in his face. Jonathan jumped out of his daydream. "Let's go..." Robin took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Jonathan looked over at Billy who slowly and methodically nodded his head. Jonathan grabbed her wrist with his free hand, but another hand grabbed his wrist as well. It was a tight grip. The third hand tossed Jonathan's arm away as he looked up to see Steve Harrington push Robin behind him. "Gettin' a little handsy there, Byers..." He said suspiciously.

Robin held her wrist behind him, rubbing the now reddened skin. "You okay, Rob?" Steve muttered, looking over his shoulder. "Mhm. Thanks." She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned her head on his back. "You boys have fun..." Steve nodded before guiding Robin away from the car. "You too." Billy smirked, watching them walk away. Jonathan looked at him. "Good effort." Billy nodded to him reassuringly as Jonathan looked back to see Robin and Steve walking away down the alley. "What the hell was that all about?" Steve asked, shrugging. "I don't know..." Robin argued. "And I don't think I want to...Where did you even come from?" She asked. "I get around..." Steve boasted arrogantly. Robin peeked back at the car, still holding her wrist. She shot Jonathan a compassionate, worried look before she and Steve turned the corner. Jonathan looked back down. Mike's basement was silent, minus the distinct sound of clapping and moaning. Mike sat on the sofa with his pants off as Max rode his lap with her's removed as well. She moaned seductively with one arm around his neck and the other on his shoulder.

Her knees hugged his hips and her vans against his knees while the bottom of her thighs hit his lap repeatedly. Mike smacked her ass and squeezed her left cheek, leaving a red hand-print on her pale skin. Her ass rippled as she bounced on his cock. "Fuck, Baby..." She moaned, running her hand down his chest. "Lucas was right you're so tight..." Mike breathed into her chest before lifting her shirt to reveal her bare back. Max arched her spine and looked over her shoulder to watch Mike speed up his pace, thrusting upward and fucking her pussy harder. "Fuck...Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." She moaned, slowly turning her head back to face him as they kissed again. Mike pumped slower, but harder as they made out intensely. Max shifted her hips around on his lap, letting him fill her walls with his size. "God, you fuck me so good..." She breathed, breaking the kiss and grinding against his lap. "You think that's it?" Mike panted, throwing her onto her back on the couch. Max giggled as he sat up on his knees. "I want you to choke me." She grabbed his arm and forced his hand against her throat.

Her jaw dropped as he pushed down, burying her neck in the cushion and straddling her right thigh, lifting her left over his shoulder. He was always somewhat gentle with El. She was like a princess to him. But, with Max, he didn't have to hold back. "Fuck." Max gasped, unable to breath as her face turned red to match her freckles. Mike lowered his chest, pushing her leg against her and stretching her out as he dipped his cock in her wet hole. He threw his hips down repeatedly, fucking her senselessly while still restricting her esophagus. He let go after a minute to let her breathe as she gasped desperately. She then laughed, enjoying the breath torture. "You're crazy, you know that?" Mike said, looking down at her, thrusting in and out of her. Max just giggled again and nodded, holding his wrist with both hands and sucking on his middle finger. "God, you're so flexible..." He groaned, kissing her calf softly and running his tongue down her smooth leg, still fucking her. Max whimpered, putting all four of his fingers in her mouth and sucking as she pouted with her eyes. "Shit, I don't know how much longer I can last." He shook his head, thrusting tiredly.

"Don't you dare fucking stop." She gripped him by the collar and kissed him, rolling him over. Max was now on all fours, taking dick from behind. She held herself up with one arm and held Mike's hand on her waist with the other while he clapped her ass from the back. They both panted, out of breath as she wrapped her sneakers around his ankles. "Fuck, Mike..." She moaned as he held her neck in place. "Holy shit, I'm almost there..." He groaned. Max hurriedly pulled him out of her and dropped onto her back beneath him, sliding into place as Mike stroked his member furiously. He let out a loud moan as he busted all over her belly. Max giggled and bit her lip, watching him squeeze the rest of himself out and onto her. Mike heaved and hovered over her, catching his breath. Max reached her neck up and left a smooch on his lips before plopping her head back down on the cushion and grinning tiredly. "I guess El was right...You are amazing..." Max panted, maintaining the same satisfied smile on her face. Mike's face straightened as he thought about his girlfriend. The red-haired, 16 year old girl noticed his change in expression and thought for a moment.

"Um, is there anything I could...clean up with..?" She motioned to her stomach, covered in his ejaculate. "O-Yeah, sorry...You can use the shower..." He snapped out of his trance, getting off of her and waving his hand toward the basement bathroom. She stood up and watched him pick up his clothes with a sympathetic look, before she turned around and strutted to the bathroom, nude from the abdomen down. Mike watched the bathroom door shut behind her as he sighed, staring at a picture frame of he and El placed on the end table by the couch. Hopper walked up the porch steps while twirling his squad vehicle keys on his finger, whistling a tune. It was dusk by now. He opened the door and walked into his home, shutting it behind him. "What do you mean Mike was here last night?" Jim asked with a raised voice as he now stood in the kitchen, Joyce pacing the other end of the room. "I mean what I said, Jim. Will said he heard him...doing stuff with El in her room while everyone was asleep." She nervously explained with erratic hand gestures. The chief's face ran cold as he slowly leaned on the kitchen counter and removed his hat.

He ran his hand across his beard as he thought to himself. "And you're sure it was him..." He wanted to clarify. "Who else would it be, Jim?" Joyce asked him, genuinely wanting to know what he thought as she wasn't even certain herself. There was a long silence as Eleven sat balled up against her bedroom wall, listening to their conversation through the neatly painted sheet rock. Her eyes started to well with tears as she covered her mouth. Everyone was blaming the one person she loves most and she couldn't tell them that it wasn't him without them doubting her honesty. She'd never lied to them before. She didn't know why they didn't trust her. Maybe they just trusted Will's word more than her's. Maybe it was because he could actually speak. "Now, Honey, we have to think rationally about this..." Joyce tried to calm her boyfriend down. "Rational? What part about this is rational. My daughter is fourteen years old and she's out there having sex with boys." Will crept down the hall, hearing every word his parents were saying. He peeked in El's room and saw her crying. He tried his best not to let her notice his head poked around the corner.

He wondered why she was so silent. Surely if she was caught in a lie, she'd say something... He started to question whether she was telling the truth when she said it wasn't Mike. But, then again, who else could it possibly have been? He shook his head and shrugged it off. "I think we just need to talk to them-" Joyce explained lowly. "Talk to them? That son of a bitch is lucky I don't throw him in juvie...or kill him myself..." Jim started to pace himself. "Jim, don't talk like that..." Joyce advised him. "They're just kids..." She continued. "Exactly. That's the point. They're just kids...They shouldn't even be thinking about that kinda stuff let alone doing it." Hopper vented. Joyce looked at the man empathetically. "Oh, Hop..." She walked over to him and brushed her hands up his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him warmly. Jim hesitantly held his lover close, still fuming with rage in his mind. She always knew how to calm him down. How to tame him. With her touch. The couple swayed in the kitchen as she subtly rubbed his back. "Remember we danced like this at junior prom?" Jim asked in his deep voice, closing his eyes and inhaling smoothly.

Joyce chuckled into his shoulder. "Yeah, I remember...And you wore that tux..." She muttered. "The blue one..." Jim added. "Ugh...Don't remind me..." She joked as they both laughed. They just swayed for a moment longer before he pulled away to look her in the eyes. She stared up at her man who towered above her. "I don't know where I'd be without you." He stated lowly. Joyce stuck out her bottom lip at him in adoration. Will saw out of the corner of his eye, his parents cross through the hall from the kitchen and into the den. He tip-toed to the end of the hall and peeked around the corner to see them remove their pants as his mother laid on the den sofa. Jim laid between her spread legs and groaned as he entered her. Joyce moaned just as loud as she clutched onto his shoulders. He thrusted slowly, filling her body with his size. She clasped her ankles behind his back and let out repeated muffled shrieks into his chest as he fucked her sensually. Will scrunched his nose in disgust as he turned around to walk back to his room. He shut his door and dove onto his bed, slapping his hands over his ears to try and block out the sound of his mother being taken by her boyfriend down the hall.

Joyce was laid on her chest now with her ass up and a pillow clutched close under her. She bit down on the fabric and squeezed her eyes shut as Hopper plowed her doggystyle with his massive behemoth, slamming her pussy, causing her ass to jiggle with every collision. The front door opened as Jonathan stepped in. "Oh, God!" He shielded his eyes as his parents froze. Jim looked at him as Joyce turned her head to do the same. "Sorry, Honey...It's fine. Just go to your room." Joyce assured her eldest son. "This is why you have a room, Mom..." Jonathan walked through the living room with his hand over his eyes. "Hey, Jon..." Jim's voiced boomed effortlessly like a bass drum. Jonathan stopped in his tracks and looked back at the Sheriff in his unbuttoned uniform shirt. He felt his spine run cold as he stared him in the eyes. Did she tell him? Did she tell anyone? All he could do was pray. Otherwise, he'd be good as dead. Hopper took a moment to speak. "On your way, check on my daughter, will ya?" He said. Jonathan felt like the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. She hadn't told anyone. He was safe. "Sure..." Jonathan nodded awkwardly, continuing to enter the hallway.

Joyce looked back at her boyfriend as they exchanged worried looks. Jim started to thrust into her from behind again as she shook her head in unbearable pleasure, burying her face in the pillow again as he fucked her slow. Jonathan stopped by El's open doorway and saw her sitting against the wall. Her teary eyes focused on him as soon as she noticed his figure standing there. Her sadness transitioned to hate as the fire in her soul's windows pierced through his gaze. He blinked, unable to face her any longer. He continued down the hall to his and Will's room and shut the door as El lowered her head, beginning to sob again.

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