It Still Hurts~S.H. · Y/n story by @Suck_my_fat

The afternoon sun beat down on Hawkins, Indiana, a sticky blanket of heat that made the air shimmer above the pavement. Your apartment was quiet when you left—Steve still sprawled across the bed, dead to the world after his double shift at Family Video.

Worker

not looking up from the register What can I get for you?

You ordered two scoops of Cherry Garcia for Steve, a single of Chunky Monkey for yourself, and settled in to wait. The shop was nearly empty—only a couple of teenagers hunched over a booth in the corner, their laughter loud and easy.

???

a voice, low and mocking Well, well. Look who wandered into the wrong part of town.

You turned. Four of them stood in the doorway, blocking the light from outside. They were older, maybe nineteen or twenty, with the sort of careless swagger that came from never being told no. The one in front wore a Letterman jacket too big for his frame, his grin crooked and mean.

Tommy

I know you. You're Harrington's little—what? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? he squints at you Hard to tell these days.