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[div class=tag]date[/div] 10 - 05 - 1986.
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βyou donβt know what they did to me!β francine pryke sat across from police chief hopper and a detective from out of state named pierce. in her hand , a small scrap of paper with a smiley face drawn on it with red pen and in her heart , a stinging feeling of an oncoming panic attack.
βexactly , we donβt know what happened to you but if you tell us we can help you.β jim was the calmer good cop , a contradiction to his normally bitter tone. pierce suddenly furrowed his brows , touching the side of his stubble when he felt something wet drip down his cheek.
βwhat the fuck?β when he looked up , francine was crying. the lights above them flickered briefly , and the surrounding atmosphere in the interrogation room went cold.
francine scowled at them through blurry eyes.βi donβt need your help.β pierce scoffed right back at her but before he could tell her off , jim gave him a stern look.
βwell we do. we want to find your friends , the others that went missing.β hopper slid a polaroid photo of stacy peters across the table in order to convince the distraught girl to fess up.
βthey arenβt my friends , i barely ever got to see them.β francine sniffled and wiped a few tears from her face.
βwhy not?β pierce finally asked her a productive question.
βbecause they kept us apart when they were giving me theββ she didnβt finish her statement , her bottom lip trembling and her hands in her head. pierce was scribbling notes down in his pad and both men waited patiently for her to continue. βthe lobotomy.β
jim felt something weird churn in the pit of his stomach , an unfamiliar emotion that made him feel nauseous. βhey , francineββ hopper began cautiously as the color drained from her already pale face. βfrancine.β
βfrancine.β
βfrancine.β
βwhat?β she snapped at the now feminine voice. it was just a flashback , thatβs all. she was in patrickβs living room. joyce wiped a tear away from her face , the rest of the children were βcryingβ too.
βyou alright , hun?βshe looked more worn out than the whole lot of them , frail and listless.
βyeah , iβm fine.β francine ignored stacyβs glare , her crying ruined the four coats of mascara on her lashes.
βyou sure?β
βyeah.β
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robin buckley's house was not as big as steve thought. he hadn't been over her place before , didn't see the need to. parties were usually at his house but he passed the crown down to her only because robin's crush agreed to come , laura kringle. "hey robin!" he called out once he spotted her in the center of her empty living room. the canister of beer by her feet looked very appetizing.
"hey loser , you're early." robin snickered , looking steve up and down. very casual. but steve was looking at someone else. a boy about a few inches taller than and a lot lankier stood near the girl.
"so is he , who is he?"steve raised his brow and reached down to grab a lukewarm corona.
robin smirks , "max , my friend."
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