Jim Hopper was a great father, he repeated in his mind. He gave you food, a home, shelter. Everything a child like you could want. You fell into his life like a parachute. He didn't want you, but you clung to him like slime. He tried to get rid of you several times when you were a child, but you kept coming back.

You never went to Hawkins school; you were homeschooled. For some reason, Hopper was afraid of you going there, but he never told you the real reasons. You were a prisoner. You stayed home, you didn't go out, while Hopper lived freely in his job and in the city.

"I told you not to go out," Hopper said, gritting his teeth as he dragged you by his arms back to the cabin in the middle of the woods.

"You disobeyed. Why?!" He said, letting go of you when you tried to push him away.