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Steve sat down on the couch, hes finally alone.. well its kind of lonely here but.. you know. Steve heard a car engine, he got up to peek out the window. He saw Billy's camaro.. "Oh no.. nonono." Steve sat up, running to turn off all the lights and lock the door. Billy repeatedly knocked on the door, calling out his name. Steve's breathing caught up, he slammed a hand against his arm. "No.. nono its starting to hurt again..!" Steve mumbled, he slid down the wall. "Harrington~ i know your in there."
Steve slammed another hand against his mouth, muffling his whimpers. "Open up, i know your alone." Steve slowly removed the hand on his mouth, looking at the front door. "OPEN UP!" Steve yelped, crawling backwards. Billy kept banging on the door, calling out his name. Steve crawled over to his nailed bat, grabbing it then getting up. He opened the door, still having the chain there. "Hargrove.. leave me alone." Billy smirked, his cigarette smoke blowing out of his mouth. "Harrington! pleasure seeing you here, breaking into their house?" Steve tightened his grip on the bat, his breathing sped up.
"Im.. im not, they just left me alone here.. to keep psycho-paths like YOU away." Steve's arm is still sore, hes trying his best not to show any fear or pain. "cmonn.. im not that crazy, right?" Billy reached out a hand to touch him, steve backed away. "You are, leave me alone." Billy smiled, steve shivered. "No, i wanna have fun again.." Steve's eyes widened, he shook his head. "N..no, i have to fix my arm up just-" Steve slammed the door on his face, locking it. He ran into the bathroom also locking it.
He put his bat near the sink, he put both of his hands on the sink, looking at his reflection. "Oh god.. i look a mess." Steve's skin is kind of pale, the bandage on his arm has blood seeping through, his hair is also a mess from Billy and running his fingers through it. "Ughh.. whatever." Steve splashed some water on his face, he grabbed some new bandages for his arm too. "Please dont be disgusting or infected.." Steve took off the bandages slowly, biting his lip. "Ow ow ow.. okay, it isnt so-" Steve heard a window break, he froze there. "..No." Steve quickly took off the bandages, putting new ones aswell.
"Please just be a demo-dog.." Steve grabbed his bat, opening up the bathroom door. "Oh.." Steve looked in the kitchen, there's a dead demo-dog.. and glass everywhere. He heard the door unlock by itself, snapping his head towards it. "Whos.. whos there?-" Eleven stood there with her nose dripping blood, el raised her hand and pushed steve against a wall, dropping his bat. "AGH!-" El walked to him, still holding him there. "Who.. are you." Steve put his hands on his neck, trying to pry WHATEVER is choking him off. "Im.. im Steve Harrington and- and im Mike's and- and Dustin's babysitter!-" El's eyes widened and dropped him, he went on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Friend." Steve put a hand on his neck, taking big gulps of air. "Im sorry i hurt you, i thought you were bad man." El stood infront of Steve, reaching her hand out to pat his head. "Its.. its okay." El gasped softly, she kept petting him. "Soft." Steve went on his knees, el didnt move. "Wh.. wha?" El softly smiled, steve sighed and stayed there. "Really soft.." Steve shrugged, messing with his jeans. "What happened to your arm?" El noticed the bandages, touching it. "Dont.. dont touch it, it hurts." El mumbled a sorry under her breath, looking at it though. "Oh uh- a demo-dog clawed at my arm, it got me good but im okay." El nodded, frowning.
"But.. why did you throw a demo-dog in here?" El looked at Steve, reaching her hand out to pet him again. "No, answer me first." Steve swatted her hand away, she grumbled. "I threw it in here to get attention, it would be weird if.. if i arrived with no noise." Steve nodded, he gestured towards his head. "Thanks, go crazy i guess." El smiled, she followed his directions.
"Thank.. you."
"No problem, by the way whats your--"
"ELEVEN! ITS YOU!"
"..oh."