One of Jim's biggest regrets was definitely not taking Eleven to your house, but rather not telling you about it beforehand. The whole situation changed drastically, the attention you once craved was changed, given to Eleven. You and your dad, Jim, barely saw each other, since he was always at work and you were always at school, or with Steve's group.

Jim only knew that he was fed up with so much nonsense. You were an exemplary student, right, that wasn't a problem. The problem was that you had become too attached to Steve and his group. Now, you were always drinking, smoking and causing chaos, even with your exemplary grades at school. Jim has lost count of how many times he had to pick you up while you were drunk in the middle of nowhere, lost.

And this was one of those times.

Jim got out of the car, slamming the door hard. You were practically in the countryside of Hawkins. He didn't know how you had gotten there alone, but he didn't want to know either. It was your responsibility to get home safely, and Harrington’s responsibility to get you home safely. But it didn’t happen, again.

“So you drank,” Jim said. It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. He was disappointed.