A Harrington Halloween

Broken Noses

(Ep 4 - Will the Wise) Thursday, November 1st, 1984 Caytlinn's POV

Mike was standing with me, trying to wake Will up. He was in some sort of trance. Lucas, Joyce, Max, and Dustin all sprinted outside.

"Will! I just found him like this!" I shouted as they ran up to me.

"I think he's having another episode!" Mike added.

"Will! Will! Will!" Joyce yelled as she shook Will... "Sweetie wake up! It's a mom! Will!"

Joyce was shaking Will and I reached for Dustin's hand. I gripped tightly it and watched. He was gripping on tightly to mine and we just watched Will.

"Can you hear me? Will, please. Just wake up. Please wake up! It's Mom! It's me!"

Will gasped and opened his eyes. Joyce took Will back inside, and then they left to go back home. We were standing on the exit patio of the school. Will had something going on.

"Okay. That totally freaked me out. Did that not freak you guys out?" Max asked. "And what was the spiky bat? And begin attacked?"

"That's nothing," I replied.

"Two episodes in two days," Lucas muttered, crossing his arms.

"It's getting worse," Mike grumbled.

"You think it's True Sight?" Lucas asked.

"True Sight?" I repeated.

"What's True Sight?" Max asked.

"It's nothing," Lucas responded.

"I'm leaving," I muttered, jumping down on the grass.

I strolled to my bike and hopped on. I biked home in silence until I made it home. My parents were home, which meant one thing. Family dinner. I parked my bike and headed inside. I wanted to get upstairs, but I was stopped by my dad.

"Hey. Caytlinn! Dinner,"

I dragged myself to the table and took my seat next to Steve. He was playing with his food, and leaning his head on hand.

"Your dinner's going to get cold if you keep playing with it like that," Janet scolded.

Steve grumbled something before he started to eat. I picked my fork up and dug into my food. We were both playing with our food, and I could feel my parents staring.

"So, how was school?" Janet asked.

Neither Steve nor I answered. We just kept eating, staring at our food. I didn't want to tell them anything. I really only trusted Steve.

"Answer your mother!" my dad snapped, slamming the table.

I flinched and stared at the table. I didn't want to look at him, but I did anyway. He would slam the table again if I didn't look at him and I didn't want that.

"It was fine," I mumbled.

"It sucked," Steve answered.

"And why is that?"

"There's this new kid. Billy. And he thinks he's the best. With his car, and good looks. I mean, who could fall for him? He's a total douche!" Steve snapped back, looking up.

"Wait? Billy?" I asked, turning to Steve. "The one I told you about,"

"Yeah. That dipshit,"

"Steve! Language!"