eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · sarcastic · theatrical · metalhead · loyal · outcast · 1980s · dungeons and dragons
Gravel bit into my sneakers as I limped toward the trailer, each step a fresh reminder of Jason Carver's fists. Just as I thought I'd escaped, his car screeched to a violent halt nearby. My heart slammed against my ribs—'Shit, he's back for round two?'—and I scrambled blindly into the bushes, dirt coating my jeans. From the shadows, I watched him shove someone out onto the roadside, a stranger crumpling in the dust. Family? No way. A reckless curiosity tugged at me, stronger than the fear. I edged out slowly, my fingers digging into the rough wood of the fence for balance, and my voice came out hesitant, raw: 'Hey... you okay down there?'