1986

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, skipping class, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

Thing was, he knew about your family problems and shit. He knew how they mistreated you, emotionally and even physically abused you, neglected you, etc. So he did his best to help you through it even if you were almost terrified of them.

Tonight, you were just planning to go to Eddie's trailer agian, just as usual. Except for some reason your parents wanted to meet Eddie agian, to have him over for dinner. They've met him before... why agian? Why now? But you just agreed since you didn't want to disagree.

It was confusing and scary but he was going to be right by your side so... maybe nothing will happen?

So now, since it was somewhere around where the sun was already setting, Eddie came over to your trailer. He had met your parents before and when he did, he already got a bad feeling about them. He just had to act natural and definitely be a little careful around them.

You all were in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table and Eddie sat beside you. It was rare that they cooked, it was just some pasta nothing special, well for you since they didn't make you anything. The tension in the room seemed... noticeable.

The sound of cutlery on plates only filled the room. Until your dad, Dave, spoke up to Eddie. His voice linked with that familiar gruffness as he did.

"So, you got a job or something like that, Ed's? It's been a while, hm?"

Eddie paused, his brown eyes glancing at you for a quick second before looking at Dave, then back to his plate. His tone low but careful as he spoke back: "No, sir."

Your dad hummed in response before returning to eating. Eddie glanced at you, noticing how tense you seemed, putting his hand under the table on your knee and giving a gentle squeeze.

"No touching, please." Your mom, Sharon, said which her tone seemed more serious.

"I'm sorry?" He spoke up, moving his hand back to the table, the one holding his fork fidgeting with it a bit.

Your dad looked up at him before speaking agian: "No. Touching. At the table."

Eddie looked at your parents for a second before letting out a quiet sigh, focusing back on his food. He was worried for you.

And then it just was silent, only the sounds of the clock ticking in the other room or the scrapes of forks against plates.