Chapter 1 "Brewing Storm"
Abigail looked over at her alarm clock. 8:45pm. She got up out of bed abandoning her chemistry notes scattered across the room. She winced as she pulled out another curler that had more of her light brown hair stuck in it. She scrunched up her nose tossing the last roller on the floor. She pulled out the Seventeen magazine from her nightstand. "Yeah, right, sure. Put rollers in your hair to tame your curls. More like pulling out your hair."
She grabbed the Seventeen magazine from her bed and put it under her arm. "I may as well just throw out this piece of shit. Clearly, they don't know shit about curly hair." She got up popping out her newest cassette She's So Unusual by Cyndi Lauper out of the cassette player of her boombox and popped it back into its own box.
"Yo, Dustin, have you taken a shower yet? We have school tomorrow," called out Abigail knocking on Dustin's door. It was eerily quiet on the other side of the door. "I'm coming in, you better be dressed." She pushed open the door. The bed was still made and dark.
"Fuck. Mom's going to kill me," Abigail slammed the door shut.
She walked down the hallway to the living room. Then ran a hand through her brown curls before walking back to her room digging out a box from her closet finding a radio. She flipped it, turning the knob until she reached the frequency the Party always used.
Abigail held down the talk button. "Archer to Bard. You better get your ass home before I find you." She watched the numbers switch several more times before she picked up the walkie talkie again.
Abigail pressed the talk button again. "Alright, enough bullshit. Dustin, you better answer me right now."
Nothing. Abigail sighed, tossing the walkie talkie on the bed. She took a deep long breath. "I swear. Soon as mom and I allow you to stay out later on your own you start with this bullshit. Oh, I'm not a baby anymore. Pfft. I swear to God if I have to drive to the Wheelers and drag his ass home, I'm going to strangle him." She rambled to herself as she walked down the hallway passing the sofa briskly.
Abigail shrieked as Mews leapt out from under the sofa hissing swatted at her ankle before bolting down the hallway bouncing off the walls towards her mother's room. Abigail grabbed her ankle where Mews had managed to scratch. "Fuck you too Mews!"
Just as she got the phone and started to dial the Wheelers number the door banged against the wall. Abigail slammed the phone back down and stalked into leaving you. She crossed her arms glaring at her brother. Dustin shrunk slightly in his sister's glare.
"Dustin Clarence Henderson. Do you know what fucking time it is? I went to tell you to take a shower to find an empty bed!" shouted Abigail. "Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack at sixteen?!"
Dustin put his hands up in the air. "Sorry, we were playing a campaign. That curfew is totally lame. It's so not far you get to stay out until aren't going to tell mom, right?" he asked pausing for a second giving his sister the best puppy dog eyes he could muster "After all, I did you a solid when you snuck out to that party, I never told mom."
"Don't start blackmailing me and stop with those puppy dog eyes," Abigail frowned, taking a deep breath. "Fine, I won't tell. But seriously Dusty, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I looked in your room to realize you weren't there. You promise to radio me if you are late."
"I'm not a baby anymore. You and mom worry too much," Dustin said but after seeing Abigail's eyes looked even a bit teary, he looked down at his feet. "I know, I promise. I'm sorry. It was just a really cool campaign."
Abigail sighed walking over ruffling Dustin's hair. "It's okay bud. There's some truth to what you are saying. You aren't a baby, but you aren't sixteen either. Mom lets me stay out late because I can drive now. When you can drive, if you aren't stupid, I'm sure you will stay out late too. Why don't you take a shower and I'll make some hot chocolate and you can tell me all about it before bed. You ate, right?"
"Yeah, we had pizza." Dustin replied.
"I won't heat anything up then. Go shower or I'll drink all the hot chocolate."
Abigail went to the kitchen boiling a kettle of water and pulling out two mugs then the hot cocoa mix. While she looked out the window overlooking the backyard into the forest a chill ran from her spine all the way to her neck causing her to rub her arms as she got goosebumps. She went over and checked the lock on the back door just to be safe. Of course, it was locked. She couldn't help but chew on the inside of her lip furrowing her eyebrow slightly, seeing some movement in the pushes.
"Abby, the kettle," said Dustin, still shaking water out of his curls with a towel.
Abby ran over and turned off the stove. She yelped after grabbing the kettle handle without grabbing the oven mitt. "Fuck!"
"That was stupid. Even I know not to grab a hot kettle without a mitt." Dustin still went over concerned, taking a glance at Abby's hand. It was only slightly red.
"Not that smartest choice I've made," Abby rolled her eyes grabbing the mitt this time before pouring the water into the mugs.
After settling on the sofa Dustin began to recount the entire campaign with dramatic expressions. Abby just smiled listening to him ramble on about the campaign.
"Right at the end Mrs. Wheeler yelled down for us to go home. The dice flew across the room. Will, Lucas and I were crawling all over the room looking for the dice. Finally, Will found it. He rolled a 7, which would have been bad if Mike saw, but thankfully he didn't otherwise the demogorgon would have killed him. The party is so fucked without Will."
"It sounds like a great game," Abby said with a smile "but it's ten and we both have school tomorrow and if mom gets home before we are in bed, she might be worse than a demogorgon."
"Hey, Abby…" Dustin said as Abby collected the mugs and started to turn off the lights.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you play anymore?" Dustin looked over at Abby with pleading eyes.
"Well, if you ever needed my character for a special campaign maybe I would come for one, but just one. It can't be during soccer season or a play or during exams," sighed Abby. "I'm just busy now that I'm in high school." She paused for a moment, smirking. "And who said I didn't play anymore? Maybe I just found some better players."
"Hey!" Dustin put a hand on my heart. "You wound me dearly milady."
Abby rolled her eyes as she flipped on the house light before turning off the lamp in the living room. "Now get to bed."
"Wait, are you serious? Who do you play with?" asked Dustin as Abby darted down the hallway. "Hey! Don't run away from me! Who stole our elf archer?"
Abby slammed her door shut and locked it. Dustin banged on the door. "I ain't tellin' ya nothin'. Go to bed!"
Abby shoved her notes into a pile and put them on her nightstand. She waited until the banging stopped before unlocking the door. She turned off the big light leaving only her lamp. She reached into her nightstand pulling out Jane Eyre. She had a bookshelf, but she refused to leave the book out for her mother to see because the last time she caught her reading P. S. I Love You next thing she knew her mother recommended romance books. Halfway though chapter two she was completely mortified by what her mother read.
When her door creaked open, she looked at her clock seeing it was 10:55. She tensed expecting to see her mother but instead Dustin peered inside.
"Dusty, seriously, you are really trying to give me a heart attack tonight," Abby sighed, putting her book away.
"Can I sleep in here? Please?" Dustin asked using his best puppy-dog expression.
Abby rolled her eyes. "Just get in here before mom gets home."
Dustin closed the door quietly. "She's already home. Fell asleep watching TV." Then he bounced on the bed making Abby laugh when she nearly fell off the bed.
"She worked two shifts…" Abby mumbled, biting the inside of her lip before looking at Dustin with gentleness.
"You haven't asked to come into my room for a while. Why tonight?" She prodded gently.
"Couldn't sleep. Could you maybe…tell me a story about dad again?" Dustin asked sweetly with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
Abby felt her stomach drop a little bit but smiled at Dustin. "Sure, just one, because it's late. Which one do you want me to tell?"
"Do you have any you haven't told me?" Dustin asked warily.
"Dustin…I've told you like twenty times I won't tell that story until your 13th birthday. You're still too young for that one," Abby frowned sharply.
"I wasn't going to ask about that! I swear!" Dustin whispered, waving his hands in denial. "I wanted a funny one."
"Sorry, yeah sure." Abby ruffled Dustin's curls. Dustin shoved her hands away from hair. "There is one I don't think I told you." She paused for a moment. "So you know how dad played baseball in college before he met mom. I wish I could say I inherited his gift for baseball. But alas I did not. I really fucking sucked. I was no where near hitting the fucking ball when we played at school. I always hated when we had our baseball unit in PE. So, one day in third grade…"
A small girl walked through the door. Her brown curls barely reach her shoulders looking more like a bird's nest than a proper haircut. She threw her backpack on the floor.
"I'm never going back to school!" wailed Abby running up the stairs.
"Abigail Grace Henderson!" called her mother from the kitchen walking into the living room hearing all the ruckus.
Abby dramatically flopped on her bed. The door slowly creaked, and a tiny Dustin walked in holding a toy stegosaurus. He came up poking Abby.
"Sissy, play dinosaurs?" asked Dustin.
"No," mumbled Abby into her pillow.
"Please dinosaurs," said Dustin pouting slightly.
"I said no! I don't want to play stupid dinosaurs with you!" snapped Abby.
Dustin's eyes got big filling with big crocodile tears. His lower lip started to quiver.
"Shit," said Abby biting her lip. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to yell. We can play later." She quickly tried to negate the bubbling tears before Dustin let out a wail that would alert their parents. She went into her nightstand pulling out a 3 Musketeers Bar shoving it in his hand.
Dustin giggled running off with the candy bar. Abby let out a sigh of relief until she saw her father standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.
"Wow, you sounded a bit of a…"
"Dustin! Don't you dare finish that sentence," scolded Abby "give me a break I was 8 and had a bad day."
"Why?" Dustin questioned.
"If you shut up, I'll tell you."
Abby's dad was a tall man nearing 6 feet and a muscular build. With his mop of dark brown curls and bright blue eyes all made him a bit of an intimidating man. He was wearing a red and black plaid shirt and blue and yellow Brewers baseball cap.
"Care to explain why you are yelling at your little brother?" questioned Abby's father firmly.
"Umm," sputtered Abby. "I got mad because he wanted to play, and I wanted to be alone."
Her father sat on the bed next to her. "But instead of telling him nicely to go away you decided to yell at him. How do you think that made him feel?"
"Not good," replied Abby looking at the floor.
"What should you have done instead?" her father asked.
"Use my words."
"Right. Now, you understand that. Why are you so mad?" probed her father, his voice much gentler than before.
"We are playing baseball in PE for the next month. And I can't hit the ball. All the kids laugh and call me 'No Hit Abby'," pouted Abby.
"Kids can be not nice sometimes. But that doesn't make it okay for you to not be nice at home," replied her father.
"I know. I just got angry."
"Abby, you are better than that. Were you born able to swim or ride a bike?" Abby shook her head. "Right, you had to practice. Do you think throwing a fit helped you back then?"
"No obviously. But I was like a baby, and you taught me those things."
"Right. So instead of throwing a fit, what could you have done?"
"Asked for help," muttered Abby.
"Here's what you are going to do. First, you are going to pick up your stuff downstairs. Then, you play with your brother for a half hour then do your homework. After dinner we will go outside and practice," said her father. Abby let out a small whine. "Absolutely no whining. You are not going to treat your brother, who happens to adore you, like that."
"Okay..okay, I get it."
"Good."
Dustin let out a sigh. "So, what's really so funny about this?"
"Jesus Dustin," laughed Abby. "It's a story. You gotta wait for the good parts."
"Was dad scary?" Dustin questioned.
"I guess sometimes. He was a really tall man. Built a bit like the tanks he used to drive when he was in Vietnam. He was more like a big teddy bear, but he was a lot stricter than mom is," Abby answered shrugging.
"Oh."
"Though he was a tough teacher he taught me a lot of stuff. Like teaching me to swim and ride a bike and rock-climbing," continued Abby with a faint sad smile.
"Woah, he took you rock-climbing," gasped Dustin.
"It was our little secret. Mom would have had a heart attack if she knew we often went rock climbing when we went camping. Dad always said it was just as important a skill as riding a bike when it comes to camping. I've told you like a million different camping stories," said Abby. Her eyes began to burn making her squint slightly, but she managed to blink back the betraying liquid trying to escape.
Dustin's arms wrapped around her suddenly. Abby couldn't help but hug him back. She smiled fondly at him as he curled up into her side.
"So, every night we would spend at least two hours in the backyard with dad tossing me the ball and I kept missing it."
"It's hard to imagine you sucking at a sport," said Dustin.
"Baseball is not my jam. I'm not that fond of basketball either, but I tolerate watching it. I really only liked soccer," said Abby "I much rather go camping or hunting with dad than do all the stupid after school stuff mom tried to put me in. She made me stay in Girl Scouts forever, don't get me wrong it was okay, but they never taught us the important stuff, only girly things."
Dustin hummed in response, his eyes shutting slightly.
It was a Saturday. Abby and her dad were outside tossing the ball back and forth and taking swings at balls. No matter how many times he taught her how to grip the bat and wait to swing. She kept missing, though it was getting closer and closer.
"It's dinner time! You guys have been at it all day. It's time to come in," called Claudia from the back door.
"Dee, give us one more try. She's so close," said Abby's father, speaking sweetly much like Dustin had earlier.
"Fine, one more."
"Come on, you can get Abs," encouraged Abby's father.
Abby moved her hands up on the bat just like her dad had shown her. She waited. Swing. BAM! Dead center in the sweet spot of the bat.
Abby jumped up and opened the door excitedly. She barely noticed her mother running towards her father, who was toppled over on the ground holding his lower gut.
"Oh my, honey…are you alright?" Claudia asked between her laughing, finally pulling herself together. She patted her husband's back.
"Good job, Abs. If you do that, trust me they won't be laughing anymore," he grunted as he slowly got up off the ground.
A soft snore made Abby look over at Dustin he had curled into a ball on her side with his head on her stomach. Abby patted Dustin's head. "You remind me so much of him so painfully so." She whispered.
"He may look like your dad. But you act far more like him," said Claudia softly.
Abby jumped, putting a hand on her heart. "Oh my god, mom, you scared the crap out of me."
"Language, Abigail," Claudia scolded half-heartedly. "I do mean it though." She came in and sat on the bed next to Abby.
"When I look at Dustin, I see your dad. But when you laugh, I hear his laughter and see his smile. When you score a point your face lights up just like his. Your cheekiness and determination among so many things. You are so much more like him than you realize." Claudia smiled sadly. "I wish he could have seen how much you've grown. I don't think I tell you enough how much I appreciate what you do," said Claudia. "You were always there for Dustin in a way I couldn't. You did so much when you were still so young. I know, I know, you'll say it's not a big deal, but it is." Claudia said her face slightly flushed as her brown eyes were slightly glossy in the dim light.
"Are you doing okay Mom?" Abby asked cautiously, watching her mother's face intently.
"Of course. I just realized how much you've grown up and I couldn't help it," Claudia smiled hissing the top of Abby's head. "Just being sappy again. However, you aren't grown enough to not sleep. Go to sleep."
"Right. Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, Abby."
Abby turned off the light scooting herself down onto her pillow carefully not to wake Dustin. Although Dustin had once slept through a tornado, she was probably safe. She couldn't help twirling a finger around Dustin's curls much like she had done to her father years ago. She quickly wiped a drop of hot liquid that had run down her cheek.
"Abby! Dusty! Breakfast is done!" Claudia called from the kitchen.
Abby squinted as she rubbed her ears. Dustin groaned next to her and rolled over, kneeing her in the stomach. Abby gasped clutching the side of her stomach. "Fuck! Dustin get your ass out of bed," she shoved Dustin, making him roll off the bed.
"What the hell?!" Dustin shouted as he groaned from the rough landing.
"You're the one that kneed me in the stomach! Now, I remember why I stopped letting you sleep in my bed!" Abby hissed as she got up out of bed.
"You didn't have to push me that hard?" pouted Dustin as he got up off the floor.
"You're fine." Abby rolled her eyes "Get out dork so I can get dressed."
"Fine." Dustin slammed the door shut behind him.
Abby's hand reached for her favorite pair of jeans, fingers brushing over the soft denim. She rifled through her closet until her gaze landed on the fuzzy, striped blue and white sweater. Despite the fraying edges, evidence of countless washes, she couldn't help but smile at the familiar texture under her fingertips. It was a comforting reminder of the memories woven into its threads.
Abby saw the walkie talkie on her nightstand and pulled out the same box from the previous night. She paused for a moment looking at the familiar Brewers hat in the box. She took it holding it for a while before suddenly putting it back in the box and slamming the closet door shut. She squashed her notes back into her folder and shoved it back into her backpack with all her other books.
"Morning mom." Abby greeted her mother brightly as she sat down at the table as her mother put strawberry pancakes in front of her. "Thanks."
"DUSTIN, hurry up before I let your sister eat all the pancakes!" shouted Claudia. Abby rubbed her ears slightly as her mother had been standing right next to her. "Sorry dear, didn't mean to shout in your ear."
"It's okay. But when I have hearing loss when I'm older I'm blaming you." Abby started to shove a pancake in her mouth.
"Oh yes, your potential hearing loss will have nothing to do with blaring music all times of the day, especially that Metalda stuff." Claudia rolled her eyes.
"Metallica. But I literally only listened to them one time and you won't let it go" Abby replied with a mouthful of pancake.
"Seriously, are you five? Don't talk while you're eating."
Abby rolled her eyes going back to her breakfast as Dustin walked in. She tapped her foot under the table blocking out the usual batter between her mom and Dustin in the morning. She watched the clock throughout breakfast before taking one more massive bite finishing off her plate. "Mom, can Dustin bike to school? I need to stop by the library to return a few books from my history project. I'll be late if I take him to school too."
"Dustin, do you mind?"
Dustin shrugged. "It's fine."
"Great! I gotta go then. I'll be back by dinner time. We have a meeting for the Christmas musical, and I was going to go to Barb's to study with Nancy but that's after dinner." Abby got up from the table getting ready to leave the kitchen but gives her mother a last second hug before running out grabbing her backpack from the floor as she left.
"Be safe! No speeding!"
"I will." Abby waved off her mother.
Abby threw her backpack into the passenger seat of her navy Ford Escort. Inside she had a purple fuzzy dice and a Florida state fair fresher hanging from the rearview mirror as a gift from her grandmother. She fastened her seatbelt as she looked out the back windshield as pulled out of the driveway.
After reaching school Abby, after a harrowing escape from the librarian trying to get her to volunteer the only free time she gets on Saturdays, she went to her locker throwing in her books in the locker carelessly. She only grabbed her Romeo and Juliet for English and her notebook.
BANG.
Abigail held a hand on her chest hissing seeing the familiar jacket attached to hand from her peripheral vision. "Munson for fuck's sake can you stop doing that?"
"So, Henderson. Friday night, usual place," said Eddie rolling his eyes. Abby turned around looking up at Eddie.
"Friday is open. You got lucky I didn't agree to babysit yet. You need to start giving me more than four days' notice, Munson." Abby sighed.
"I can't help it you overschedule," Eddie rolled his eyes, "you're the one that agreed to join Hellfire Club."
"It's not about me being overscheduled. It's about common courtesy," Abby rolled her eyes, "If I didn't want to play D&D with you guys, I wouldn't have bothered to overschedule myself. As much as I enjoyed the interrogation I agreed to meet Nancy and Barb at their lockers before English. I'll see you Friday."
"Are you sure you aren't just trying to avoid being seen with me?" Eddie raised an eyebrow.
Abby rolled her eyes and sighed. "Why is it so hard for you to believe I want to be friends?"
"Because you have a clique. You have no reason to hang out with losers like us," stated Eddie.
"I get everyone here tends to be an asshole here to you. I haven't spent my entire life here in Hawkins. I don't really know the whole history. But I'm usually a pretty good judge of character. With some error in that. I happen to think you are a decent person with a good heart. Just let me show you that I'm not like most of the assholes here," Abby answered gently.
As Abby walked away, she saw Jeff walking up to Eddie. She could briefly hear Jeff scolding Eddie for being so suspicious. She gave a small smirk briefly hearing Jeff describe her fight with Carol in 7th grade.
Abby leaned against the lockers next to Barbara finding the tall auburn girl changing out her books. "Chemistry is going kill me. I was up so late trying to study for this test. I can't afford bad grades in Chemistry if I plan on going to a veterinary school after graduation."
Barbara rolled her eyes. "I seriously doubt a veterinary school is going to care about your grade in Chemistry in high school."
Abby playfully shoved Barb. "You're supposed to be the supportive one. You're probably right, but my undergraduate school will care."
"You're overthinking again," reminded Barbara.
"I know, I know. I can't help it," sighed Abby. " Let's go find Nancy."
The pair walk towards the entrance of the school searching for Nancy as they are squeezed by the hoard of teenagers. Barbra waved to Nancy before Abby could see her.
"So? Did he call?" asked Barbra.
"Ugh, I didn't agree to meet to talk about Harrington," groaned Abby.
"Keep your voices down—" hissed Nancy.
Abby rolled her eyes.
"Did he?" Barbara whispered.
Nancy shakes her head walking up to her locker. "I told you, it's not like that."
Barbara raises an eyebrow and Abby gags slightly.
"Okay, I mean, yes, fine, he likes me, you know, but not like that," continued Nancy.
"I'm pretty sure that's all Harrington thinks about," said Abby. Barbra gives her shoulder a nudge and firm look. Abby raises her hands up in surrender.
"We just made out a couple times," Nancy continued.
"We just made out a couple times," mocked Barbara. "Jesus, you're gonna be so cool now.
It's ridiculous."
"No, I'm not!"
"Nance, you totally are," agreed Abby.
"You better still hang out with me, that's all I'm saying. If you become friends with Carol and Tomm H…"
"I swear to god I will tell everyone what's in your diary if you do that," added Abby fake gagging at the suggestion of Nancy being friends with them.
"Gross. And I'm telling you, this was just a one-time, two-time thing, alright?" said Nancy as she opened her locker. Nancy pulls a note off her locker and opens it.
Abby looked over Barbra and Nancy's shoulder reading it along with Nancy. MEET ME. BATHROOM. STEVE.
Nancy looks at Barbara and Abby, dumbfounded.
"You were saying?" replied Barbara smirking.
"Wrap it up Wheeler. Seriously," remarked Abby.
"Gross, Abby. We are in the hallway for crying out loud," said Nancy scrunching up her nose.
"Just giving good advice," shrugged Abby ignoring the horrified looks from her friends, "he has a reputation , that's all. And I know your parents are strict and my mom doesn't really question me at all about condoms." She lowered her voice slightly to avoid people staring at the mention of condoms.
"Seriously?" said Barbara.
Abby shrugs. "She gave me a whole speech when I started high school that she didn't want to be a grandma until I graduated college. Just take condoms when I need no questions asked."
"See you in English Nancy," called Barbara and Abby breaking away from Nancy.
"I can't believe your mom is that cool about sex," whispered Barabra as a group of girls walked by.
Abby continued, "My mom says I'm going to do that stuff and other things anyways. She would rather have me do it in a safe way. She's just being practical and honest with me."
Barbara raises an eyebrow, her expression reflecting confusion rather than judgment. "Your mom is... different."
"Maybe. But look if you had to deal with what my mom and I did, you'd be different too," sighed Abby sensing that Barbara really didn't understand.
Abby continued, "It's really not just my mom, Barbara. It's about trust and openness in our relationship. Something you and Nancy seem to have nailed down."
Barbara frowns, her loyalty to Nancy evident in her defensive stance. "Nancy's different. We've been through a lot together."
Abigail nods, acknowledging Barbara's point, "I get that, but it doesn't mean our friendship should be any less valued."
Barbara's eyes soften as she considers Abigail's words, "It's not like…," she sighed. "I never meant it like that."
"You didn't have to," said Abby, "It was obvious."
Just as they were about to enter the classroom Barbara blurts out, "I heard rumors about you this summer... about you and George."
Abigail's eyes widened in shock, hurt evident in her expression. "What kind of rumors? Who's been saying stuff?!"
Barbara immediately regrets her words, realizing she's overstepped her bounds. "I'm sorry, Abby. I shouldn't have said anything."
Abigail's hurt turns into frustration, "Why do you always jump to conclusions about me? You never question Nancy like this."
Barbara's guilt deepens as she realizes the fact she really does treat them differently, "You're right. I shouldn't have assumed. But you didn't deny either…"
Abby paused for a moment, "I think I'm going to sit by myself today. Don't expect me to be in the study group either. I need some space."
"Abby, please, I didn't mean it like that," said Barbara as Abby slipped into the classroom.
"Serious Barb, back off," said Abby, "This was a lot. I need time and if you want to show you value my relationship as much as Nancy's, give it to me."
Barbara pressed her lips together but went to sit in her usual seat while Abby went and sat with an unfamiliar girl with shoulder length mousy brown hair she had seen a few times but never spoke to.
"Hope you don't mind," said Abby.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," sputtered the girl moving her stuff over.
AN: This is my first story in nearly five years and I put a lot of work into this story. So please don't take credit for things I'm using in my story that I created for this story. If you discuss ideas or even borrow some of my ideas just send me a PM and give me credit for the ideas and everything is good. This story will not be for everyone as it progresses it will have triggers such as drug use, alcohol use, implied SA, cannon typical violence, bullying and stalking. Also the characters swear quiet a bit in the story, so if that makes you uncomfortable I'm sure you already clicked off. I hope you guys stick around for the rest of this story. The story right not as of posting is probably nearly 1/3 finished. This will be a long-term project following the Stranger Things plot and veering probably more AU as time goes on and I do have some plans for a lot of original content that has it's own plot away from cannon material. This story is posted on two other sites by myself, but if you see it anywhere else let me know because that is not me. Thanks for reading my rant!