"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" Will Byers x Reader

Never// chapter 6

Y/n's POV 

*Flashback* 

For the first time, I feel anger towards Mike parents. Their total obliviousness blows my mind. How stupid can you be? Especially about your own son. Thankfully, the people from the Lab who come to question us don't recognize me. The only one who would, was Brenner, because he was the only one who was allowed to see me. The only one with records of my appearance. Plus if they did, it could compromise his experiment. I used to play tricks on them, changing my appearance all the time, so not one person knew what I truly looked like. Unfortunately, Brenner stopped that. 

'What about the Russians? What if they come looking for her?' Karen crosses her arms anxiously. Bright lights flash outside from the sirens. Mike and I sit on the couch, completely stunned. Lines of worry crease Mike's forehead, and his eyes are blotchy. 

'They don't know where she is.' The woman says reassuringly. Karen glances at Mike and I. 

'And she can't contact you without us knowing.' One of the men adds. 'The most important thing is for you to try to go on with your lives.' 

'And to keep all of this...' they continue. 

'Top secret. Yeah. Understood. We're all patriots in this house.' Ted says in a calming voice. Karen's face is a picture of worry, a mirror of what I'm sure mine looks like, but I'm not worried for us. I'm worried for El. 

'Go back to the beginning.' The lady says, standing next to Mike. -

'I told you everything.' He sighs. 

'I understand this is difficult, Michael.' The guy drones. 

'I don't know where she is. And even if I did, I'd never tell you. I would never tell you.' He glares, the fierce expression I've never seen on his face growing darker. 

'I know it's difficult to accept,  the stories she told you were not true. She's a very dangerous individual.' 

I roll my eyes back so far, they must think I'm insane. 

'If she contacts you, you must tell us.' 

'Otherwise, you're putting yourself and your entire family at risk. Do you understand, Michael? Do you understand?' The words repeat over and over. Mike spaces out, looking at the window. I look where his gaze rests, almost imagining the faint outline of El standing there watching. I'm sorry. I think the words over and over in my head. 

I'm sorry El.