Arabella Graham liked to think of herself as a calm person. Someone who would rather remain silent that encourage any violence or arguments. She didn't like those, no matter who it was between and always tried her best to be the voice of reason betw...
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chapter twelve
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MIKE WAS THE FIRST TO REACT. He pushed Bella out of the way who, somehow in all the chaos that had unfolded in mere seconds, was in front of him to hug Eleven. Bella watched with a growing smile, unable to completely comprehend what was happening. Well, more like not believing it. Eleven was here. She was here, she was alive and she was safe. Not to mention the makeover she seemed to have.
"Is that her?" Max whispered close to Bella's ear, her hand slipping back into Bella's so only she could hear and not interrupt the reunion happening in front of them. Bella nodded absentmindedly, not tearing her eyes away from the girl she hadn't seen in a year. As much as she wanted to hug Eleven, she knew Mike should be the first to reconnect with the girl so she stayed back with Max and her moms, listening in.
She watched as Hopper joined in the conversation and went forward to hug Eleven, shocking her and everyone else in the room. "You've been hiding her," Mike realised, his tone defensive. "You've been hiding her this whole time!" He yelled, hitting the man in the back.
"Hey!" Hopper yelled and Bella took a step back, her grip on Max's hand tightening as she watched the two. She was never good with fights or arguments. She hated them. She hated hearing them, seeing them, all of it. "Let's talk. Alone."
