With one "see you later", Charlie knew Nancy Wheeler was the only one for her.
BOOK MOVED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT (@_ahoythereladies_)!!
fem!oc x nancy wheeler
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THE BATHTUB “then let's kill it”
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CHARLIE SAT BACK IN HER CHAIR, wrists still cuffed as Jonathan and Nancy sat either side of her, a deep purple bruise shining around her neck while Jonathan’s eye swelled to the size of a tennis ball. They had been told they still couldn’t leave until Hopper and Joyce got there and now they were stuck, literally chained in place, awaiting their fate.
The door swung open and Charlie raised her head from the desk, seeing Hopper and Joyce storming in, Charlie slowly placing her head back down with a small groan. “They’re here.”
“Oh–” Jonathan was going to answer, turning his head, but Joyce spoke first.
“Hey. Jonathan?” she exclaimed, putting her coat down on a seat by the entrance, hurrying up to the desk they were sitting at. Charlie peeked up from where she was resting her head, seeing Hopper glaring at her, and she knew she was either about to be lectured or murdered. “Jesus, Charlie, what… what happened?”
“Ma’am,” Officer Callahan spoke up, getting up from the desk behind the three teenagers to calm her down.
“Why are they wearing handcuffs?” Joyce asked, angrily.
