Chapter 2
Tipsy
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a/n:
Written: May 2-4, 2023
I DON'T OWN STRANGER THINGS
TW: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, and mentions of abuse
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Tuesday, January 15, 1986 – Hawkins High School
William Byers
He let his bike collide with the bike rack. The bike rattled a bit until it was still. Once it was still, Will slowly got off. Once both of his feet reached the ground, he toppled down. A few sips of beer were usually never enough to make Will tipsy but, in all honesty, this wasn't Will's first beer today at all.
Will had woken up from a nightmare at around 4:30 in the morning and since he was afraid to go back to sleep, he drank. He drank until he forgot about it. So, this is Will's fourth beer of the day. Will knew it was excessive given the fact it was only seven in the morning, about to be eight. But he didn't care not if the thoughts left him.
Will groaned slightly has he got up. Once he got back on his feet, he started to zigzag his way to the back of the school. All his friends met each other at the back of the school in the morning before classes started to 'chitchat' but it was actually for Lumax and Mileven to kiss each other one last time before they all left.
"Hey Byers! Where the hell have you been?" Dustin questioned me as Mike and Jane parted their lips. "Oh, hi Will!" Jane stated excitedly as she got up from Mike and ran to my side. She gave me a hug and I hugged back.
I hated Eleven or formally Jane for having what I could never have but she has become like the sister I never had. I pulled out of the hug and took one step back.
"Will are you coming to my game today?" Lucas asks. I pause trying to think but with my foggy mind it's useless. "Suro!" I say. "Great thanks man!" I nod.
El looks down at her watch. 7:57. "Guys come on! We're going to be late!" she tells us. Then they all groan. "Byeeeee!" I tell them.
"Mhm,"
As I start walking away, still in a zigzag pattern, I trip falling flat on my face. I groan slightly as I sit up. "Will you oka- AHH" Jane yells. "What?" I ask bitterly. "W-Will your n-nose is bleeding!?!"
I start laughing and laughing.
"Yeah, ok El please take him to the nurse's office." Max states. She nods and helps me up. "Nonoo, El I am fineeeeeee." I said. "William, you listen to her right now or I will beat your ass up." Max told me. "Yesssss ma'am," I stated, drunkenly.
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"Will how are you?" Mike asked. "He's fine mike for the last time!" Dustin sighed. "Yeah, Wheeler like is he your boyfriend?" Max joked.
"WHAT NO nononononono! He's just my friend my BEST FRIEND." Mike rambled slightly.
"Mike babe chill we know… Max is just joking." Jane reassures Mike.
As the others start to mess with Mike and Jane for using the word 'babe'. My mind starts to spiral. "He'll never love me. Why am I like this? Why can't I move on?" I tell myself.
I feel tears starting to prickle in my eyes. I grab my water bottle and take big gobs of beer. Once my mind forgets what happened a few minutes before I put my water bottle down and close it.
"Thirsty huh?" Lucas messes with me. "Whaaaaaaaateverrrrrrrr" I murmur.
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"Will! Come on, you promised!"
I pause trying to think of why I wanted to say no but with my drunk ass it won't work.
I shrug and hold my water tightly.
"Really?"
"Eh I don't see whyyyyyy nottttttttttt." I slur out.
"Thank you!"
I shrug one more time then head with my other friends. "Lucas is really happy you're going to see the game so thank you…" Max whispers to me. "Whoa dit you lust jive me a compliment?" I utter back. "… yes.. don't get used to it."
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"WOOOO" The crowd yells.
"LET'S GO LUCAS!!!!" Mama Steve shouts.
"And there goes Mike and El…" Dustin rolls his eyes.
"Where are they going to?" I ask.
"To make out." Max replies.
(Speaker dude at games)
"With the Wild Cats behind by few points all Hawkins High needs is one more dunk to win!"
"Lucas Sinclair takes the ball from Wild Cats' best player Dyler Quinn."
"He runs through the court… and ……..."
"He's going for the shot!!!!"
"Lady and gentleman this is the shot that determines the whole game. If he makes the shot Hawkins High wins, but if he misses Wild Cats have the chance to steal and win…"
"Come on STALKER!!!" Max shouts.
"Sinclair about to throw the ball, turns to the crowd… He falls and Quinn takes the ball back…!!"
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"The final seconds of the final round… Quinn ready to take his shot… and he aims!!! I will he make it?"
"WOWOWOWOWOW"
"WILD CATS 'DYLER QUINN' MAKES THE SHOT!!! PUSHING HIS TEAM TO VICTORY!!!!!!"
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"I am sorry!" Max pouted.
"Its fine!" Lucas said.
"No, it's not!" Max murmured.
"Did we miss much?" Mike asks, while pulling his shirt down.
"No lovebirds." Dustin teases.
"Shut up!" Jane says.
I look down and notice my water bottle. I open it and see I still have a bit left. I bring the water closer to my mouth then I start to chug it until its last drops.
I close the water back up and put in my bag instead. Then I notice two VERY important things. I still had an empty beer bottle inside plus my just incase sober up cold water.
"Will?" Jane asks. I totally didn't forget that she existed.
"Bye..!" I said before running to whatever dumpster I could find.
"What-?"
"I swear there's something weird going on with him…" Mike mumbled.
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I ran until my tipsy ass felt like throwing up. Once I stopped, I was at a restaurant which happened to be near my house. I went to the back of the restaurant and threw away the bottle in the dumpster then I made my way back home. Still in a zigzag pattern.
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I zigzagged my way to the front door then picked the key under the mat and unlocked the door. Once I walked in, I was greeted with an angry, fiery, cold hand. The hand passed through my cheek, leaving a bright red mark.
"Where the hell have you been!? Its already fucking 5 pm." Lonnie asked.
"… And why the hell should I tell you!?!" I stated, clearly intoxicated.
I watched as his eyes twitched while his hands slowly clutched into fists. His fist swung towards me hitting me in the stomach making in fall on my bum.
"Because I am your father! And you shall fucking respect me!"
"AS IF YOU COULD EVER BE A FATHER!"
His teeth grinded, he was fuming. You could literally see the smoke coming out of him. Then after staring at me, he started to kick me everywhere and anywhere he could. After kicking me he pulled me by my shirt. "Where the FUCK were you?" he asked once again. "Lucas's basketball ga-" I got out before puking on the floor and my father's shirt.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!"
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(I am fruity, so I do have permission to say the f slur)
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He punched me in the eye then pushed me to the floor right next to the puke and practically covered my face in the puke.
"CLEAN IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" He scoffed before leaving and sitting back on the couch.
I got up from the floor slightly groaned. All the beer I drank is out of my system. I removed the puke covering my eyes with a napkin then I looked towards the couch. Where my father was back to drinking beer with his puke covered shirt off.
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words: 1368
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