Love Is A Battlefield (A Stranger Things/Steve Harrington Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy-Three: Is This A Dream?

The first thing I heard was the sound of a clock chiming...and then I opened my eyes. 

I was standing in the living room of a trailer, and standing there, staring out the window, was none other than Chrissy Cunningham. She yanked the curtains closed, whirling around, only to let out a shriek when she saw me standing there.

"What are you doing here?!" She exclaimed. 

"Wait, what?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

"I told you in the parking lot to leave me alone or I'd get a restraining order! Eddie!" She ran past me, down the hall towards one of the bedrooms. I followed her, keeping my distance by standing at the end of the hallway.

"Is this actually happening?" I asked. She ignored me, running into the room at the end of the hall.

"Eddie?! Mom..."

"Just loosening this up for you, sweetheart. You're going to look absolutely beautiful." Towards the end of the sentence, the voice of a woman distorted into that same deep, monstrous voice I had heard in the bathroom.

Chrissy gasped, rushing back into the hall and shutting the door behind her...only to find that the trailer had completely changed around us, and we were now standing in an old, gigantic house. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Chrissy...I need you to tell me what is going on." I said, walking slowly towards her.

"No, stay away from me!" She shouted. I held up my hands, stopping in place.

"Ok, I know I freaked you out earlier," I said gently, "But Chrissy...I had a dream this afternoon. I saw what happened in the bathroom. I don't know how, or why, but I want to help you because I don't think this is any ordinary dream. Is this a dream, Chrissy?"

"No...I don't know," She cried, "I was with Eddie and then you were here and my mother...I don't know what's happening!" 

The door jerked open behind her and she whirled around, pulling it shut again. I ran over to help her, both of us grabbing onto the doorknob and attempting to force it shut again.

"CHRISSY! CHRISSY, OPEN THE DOOR! LET GO! LET GO! CHRISSY!"

The door slipped out of our grasp, flying open. I pushed Chrissy in front of me.

"Run!" I shouted, taking off down the hallway behind her. We bolted down the stairs, and I quickly began looking for a way out.

"Dad?" I looked up as Chrissy ran into the living room of the house. "Dad...Dad!"

She screamed and I ran in behind her to see a man sitting in an arm chair. His eyes and mouth were sewn shut and he was mumbling, trying to speak to her.

"Chrissy, come on!" I grabbed her hand, going to pull her back into the hallway when all of a sudden the lights began flickering. I pushed her behind my, my hair standing on end as it always did whenever the lights would flicker. 

"Chrissy..." My eyes widened, and I looked up at the stairs to see some kind of veiny, mangled creature slowly making their way down the stairs. I turned around, pushing her in front of me and running back through the living room and out the opposite door as the man attempted to scream at us from his armchair. 

We ran down the hallway, past a rotting, fly and spider infested dinner that was set out on a table. I dragged her out of the dining room and to the front door, jerking it open to reveal that it was all boarded up.

"No!" She shouted.

"Chrissy!"

I stepped back, driving my foot into the boards at full force, but they didn't budge. I sighed, taking several steps back before running at them and ramming my shoulder into them.