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After he managed the climb to her window, Steve flicked his brown eyes through the glass. The sight of his girlfriend with the creepy photographer sitting on her bed together stopped him cold. Their faces were turned away, UNSEEING of their audience, and his gaze only lingered. Thoughts of disbelief and spite yearned to spill and threatened to overwhelm him the longer he stayed put and watched them. He had come all this way out here because he was honest to God worried about Nancy. He knew she had been acting weird, he knew there was something she wasn’t telling him, but who would have thought the reason for her shutting him out would be the psycho who stalked him and his friends that night of the party, the same pervert who snapped a picture of her topless? Shit. Shit. This was all so fucked up. Steve never imagined Nancy would DO this to him. He thought she was different.

                Leaves crumbled under the unsteady footsteps of a man fallen from grace. His wandering solely accompanied by soft noises one would only find in a forest and the blinding terror that kept behind his heels, glued to his every movement with no chance of oblivion. Weariness clawed at his mind, mixed itself with pain but the mere idea of what lay behind them kept him going. Further and further away, his determination seemed strong enough for him to be able to walk until his sole’s would bleed. But there was already blood running down his features, the crimson liquid staining his body, wandering over countless bruises and then it faded away from sight, hidden behind the body of a small child. Innocent and PURE             the girl he held in his arms had deserved so much better, yet was forced to endure a never-ending torture. Their escape was necessary.

                A groan fell from his lips, his body treacherous as it grew slower and slower, weakened from injuries old and new before he fully came to a halt. Hazel eyes, wide open with the desire to protect the girl in his arms, searched for something, anything that could help until they landed on a makeshift shelter. Tiny, too small for him but perfect for a child, stood the wooden house not too far away from them. RELIEF filled his lungs before it was all pressed out, its intensity chipping away on the burden Luke carried on his shoulders, giving just enough strength back to his limbs to carry on.

dARYL DIXON AND CAROL PELETIER

Eyes are on her, with the truth behind his words. He’s not going to falter this time, because he wants the meaning to come through. And he’s just being bias, because him and Steve and the others haven’t always gotten along. But for her, he means it. He’d never understood why she’d hung out with them all - other than to be Ms. Popular for dating Steve Harrington. But what was so good about that. 

shut up - i'm your mother i can do what i want

“Things changed? What changed?” This can’t be real right now. He doesn’t know, nor does he care what was said in order to make his mom go back to him, to let him come back into their house, and let him act like everything was fine and dandy.