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the one where ashley byers' little brother goes missing. so does belle holland's older sister. and chloe henderson returns to hawkins after living with her father a few ci...
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― season two, episode three; THE POLLYWOG
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I woke up first this morning, turning over in bed and looking over my shoulder to see Belle, still peacefully asleep. After everything that she went through last night, I decided it would be best to let her sleep for as long as she could.
I got out of the bed, careful not to wake her, and went out of my room and down to the kitchen. The house was quiet, so I assumed that everyone was still asleep. Except for Jonathan, who was was standing over by the stove, making breakfast like he did almost every morning.
I offered to help him, telling him I would make pancakes. He liked this idea and moved over to make room for me to work.
"Do you know why Will was at Mike's last night?" I kept my voice soft as I grabbed my ingredients from around the kitchen.
"He wouldn't tell me." Jonathan sighed. "But I think I know what happened."
I paused mid egg-crack. "You don't think he had another episode while he was trick or treating, do you?"
Jonathan was quiet for a moment. "I think we should've stayed with him." Was all he said.
I felt a pang of guilt in my chest at his words. If I had stayed with Will though, Belle would've been all alone. I'm glad that I went.
"We didn't know," I replied. "We were just trying to be carefree teenagers for one night and have a good time."
Jonathan scoffed. "We should know better though."
I fell silent as I added a tub of blueberries to the bowl of mix, stirring it well. Jonathan finished using the stove and I moved over to cook the pancakes. I heard a door shut from down the hallway and I turned to look towards the noise.
I smiled when I saw that it was Belle. "Morning." I said brightly.
She gave me a closed lipped smile, entering the kitchen and sitting at the table.
"I'm making pancakes." I told her.
Belle chuckled. "I can see that."
I turned back to the stove, flipping over a bubbling pancake.
"After breakfast, I, um, I'd like to go home." Belle spoke up. "I don't feel like going to school."
"Okay, yeah, that's fine." I moved the finished pancakes onto a plate before adding more to the skillet. "We can drop you off when Jonathan takes me and Will to school."
