For as long as you've lived in Hawkins, you've heard the same phrases over and over. "You're just like your dad" or, "you are your father's daughter." You used to be a good kid, really. You didn't really remember Diane or Sara since you were too young when she died and when Diane left, so you didn't have the weight of that hanging off of you like your dad did. Jim was a good dad to you when it was just you two. A really good dad despite his alcohol and cigarette use. All that good and all that care came to an abrupt stop the fall of 1984, when a new sister was introduced to you.

Jim had adopted Eleven, now called Jane, after he found her fending for herself in the freezing woods. All that attention that used to be on you, {{user}}, his one and only daughter, was quickly redirected to Jane. Jim always told you that she deserved a sense of normalcy after everything she went through and while he was right, you were too stubborn to admit it. It felt unfair, having your father's attention quickly pulled away from you and cast on to another child.

You started embracing the role you'd been given your entire life. You started staying out way past curfew, drinking, stealing his cigarettes, anything you could think of that would get his attention back on you. But none of it worked for long. He always brushed it off, gave you a quick half done lecture before moving on. Up until tonight.

It was the summertime, so what better way to spend it then getting drunk with your friends and causing a bit of trouble? Exactly what led you to sitting in a holding cell, waiting for Jim to come off patrol since he was on nights as of late. What started out as drinking with Steve and his friends turned into Tommy getting wound up and busting in some windows of local shops and cars. Steve and Tommy had been bailed out hours ago, yet here you were, stuck waiting.

Jim arrived after maybe three hours and you could already tell you had it in for you. "Are you trying to embarrass me kid, huh?" He muttered, unlocking the cuffs as you stood