User:CraftTech/Sandbox

“What the hell is that noi-”

Hopper saw Marty positioned on top of Eleven.

“MARTY!” Hopper screamed.

Marty got off of Eleven and rolled his underwear and pants back up. As he buckled his belt, she quickly rolled her pants and panties up. She couldn’t move from the bed, she froze.

Marty stood up a couple of feet away from Hopper.

She saw Hopper giving him the death stare. That was never a good look to get from Hopper.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Hopper yells.

Marty looked at me and giggled, then looked back at Hopper.

“I had sex with Jane Hopper,” Marty sarcastically smiles at Hopper.

Marty was unphased by Hopper’s intimidation tricks. He walked up to Hopper, holding his head up high.

“Kid, I’ve always liked you, but I warned you a long time ago to never break this rule!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your rules,” Mike says.

“MIKE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” I yell at him, but he doesn’t pay attention to me. He keeps his eyes on Hopper.

“You gonna stand there, or you gonna fight?” Mike tilts his head and smirks at Hopper.

“You know, it’s funny, I’m glad you mentioned it!”

Hopper swung at Mike’s face and connected with it. Mike fell to the ground, but quickly got back on one knee.

“HOPPER, STOP!!” I scream.

Hopper stared at me.

With Hopper distracted, Mike punched him in the balls.

Hopper was wounded. He fell to the ground in pain.

“MIKE! PLEASE!”

Mike wasn’t having it. He walked out of my room and Hopper soon followed.

I panicked. I got up and followed them into the kitchen.

The first thing I saw was Mike hitting Hopper in the back with one of our chairs.

Hopper fell to all fours. Mike jumped on top of him and tried to put him in a submission hold.

“AHHHHHH!” Hopper screams at the top of his lungs as he stands up and carries Mike on his back.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!” Joyce runs into the room, along with Will.

Hopper backed into a wall, which hurt Mike. Mike fell to the ground. Hopper got on top of him and started connecting punches. He punched him five times before getting off of him.

Mike had a bloody nose, kinda like me when I used my powers, but worse.

“DAD! PLEASE, STOP HURTING HIM!!!” I scream.

Hopper leaned down to give Mike a piece of his mind.

“You son of a bitch, kid. I tried to warn you.”

Mike seem dazed and out of it.

“That all you got… bitch?” Mike smiles with a bloody mouth.

Mike immediately kicked Hopper in the head. This sent Hopper flying on his back.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Hopper shouts.

Joyce and Will were too stunned, to even conceive what was going on, kinda like me.

Mike got on top of Hopper and started returning the favor with punches of his own.

“MIKE! GET OFF OF HIM!!!” Joyce screams.

“JANE, GET HIM OFF OF HOPPER!!!” Joyce demands, sounding desperate.

I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there…

Hopper connected with a headbut to Mike. Mike got up and held his head.

Hopper got up, ready to bash his brains in. I got in the middle of them.

“GUYS!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!” I scream and use my powers.

The lights flickered off and on.

“I’m outta here,” Mike turns around and walks out the front door.

“AND DON’T FUCKING COME BACK HERE!” Hopper yells as I hold him back.

“COME HERE!” Hopper grabs my hand aggressively and makes us walk into my room.

He slammed the door shut. I ran to my bed and sat on the edge of it.

Hopper sighed as he stood in front of me.

“How many times?!” Hopper shouts.

“How many times what?!” I wonder, still shocked by the events that had unfolded.

“You know what! Sex!”

“I don’t know know…”

“You don’t know?!?!”

“Maybe nine, ten times?!” I shrug and get scared.

“TEN TIMES?! ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, KID?!” His face gets red.

He didn’t expect this from me. Maybe Mike, but not me.

“I love him…”

“I DON’T CARE!”

I stood up. I wasn’t taking this shit.

“YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I’M NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE!”

Hopper was in shock.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!” Hopper yells, sounding hurt.

“I LOVE YOU, BUT I LOVE MIKE TOO!” I explain.

“YOU SEE THE WAY HE ACTED? I FUCKED JANE HOPPER?! REALLY? THAT’S THE GUY YOU LOVE?!” Hopper shook his head.

He was right. That didn’t feel like Mike, it was totally out of character for him to act like that.

“I…. I don’t care. I love him.” I had nothing else to say…

Hopper stared at me, shook his head again, and sighed.

“Fine. You love him? Keep loving him, I don’t care anymore.”

Hopper walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

He didn’t care anymore? He didn’t care about me anymore? God, Mike, why the hell did you have to act like such a prick!