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After the police arrived outside of Grabbers house, the one his friends and Robin were buried in, the one where he strangled the monster responsible for their cruel deaths- where they all went through unspeakable things- is when he found out that both him and Gwen will be put in foster care. Apparently their father didn't want their custody anymore.
Well that's a load of crap.
All these years he spend covering up for him and his drinking and violent habits so that he wouldn't get separated from his sister just for him to "get tired of them". They have some experience with the system and the memories they have are not really sunshine and rainbows. The only positive thing -if you can make out one- is that his father had a "guy" or whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean and they soon went back to home.
If two years can be considered soon.
If home can be considered the place where they both got beat up almost every day for just being...well alive.
That is the most accurate explanation they were ever given considering the state of mind their father was.
Meaning he was always drunk and one step away from puking himself to death. A very tempting way for someone like him to die.
That's all he could think of when he finally tired himself out from knocking and yelling at their door. How easy is would be for him to just die. Die at the hands of his addiction. Die laying down on the dirty floor, beer spilled and long forgotten beside him . Die if only he would not turn him on the side while he was passed out.
But Finney Blake couldn't. He was only a coward, a queer who couldn't bare to look into his fathers eyes ever since his mama died. Ever since his father resented him for it. Ever since he resented himself for it.
He wasn't a killer. Or at least he wasn't back then. Maybe in his father's eyes he was.
"You wont have to go into foster care" the caseworker lady said as he broke out of his thoughts, when did she get there? "A lovely couple has agreed to take you in and they are more than willing to pay for it to happen immediately. You should be grateful to them, no known relative wanted you and at this age there aren't many chances of you being adopted after all of this" With "this" being referred to the physical and emotional scars he has gotten from years of living into this house and being bullied in school. she probably also meant what the Grabber did to him judging by her pitying glance at his bloodied clothes. Her pity was not what he currently needed. He needed to find his sister.
"What about Gwen?" he said "is she going with me too?"
"Who? " she questioned as she flipped through her some papers she was currently holding "Ah you mean your sister, no unfortunately she will be put into the system" she huffed " apparently they only wanted a son and a girl will be too much work" the last part being meant only for herself to hear though he couldn't pay much attention to her comments as he blankly stared into the black body bags that were being carried out of the house
'i wonder which one is the grabbers body' its not too late to burn it along the basement and the mattress where he slept, the one he was forcefully-" So you must be Steven."
What.
"No my name is-" he tried to correct as the tall douche cut him off "i didn't remember allowing you to talk boy."
An old AND rude douche.
"Oh Finney! apologies i forgot to introduce you to your new family. That is Mr and Ms Harrington, they will be taking care of you from now on, say hello to them."
He didn't reply nor try to open his mouth, he just blankly stared at the two figures in front of him.
"Ms douchebag" was true to his nickname as he stood with his slick back hair tall glaring at him, almost sneering at the sight of Fin. His eyes looked so much like the Grabbers, both blue and full of contempt and something he didn't want to put words on it because otherwise there was never going back. His suit, a black colour matching both his shoes and apparently his soul if anything from their first meeting could be made out of it. His body wasn't anywhere near "Ms Harrington", no, his hands were both stuck-almost glued-straight to his sides not daring to touch the elegance of her. She looked like her presence could not be disturbed from what was happening around her. An airy light blue dress dancing on her body as the wind slowly tapped on her shoulder to remind her she is still here.
Our eyes met "Hello..." was the sound that barely came out of her mouth " you must be my son." she said with the same demeanour as glanced at the bodies being carried out after following my gaze.
"I think it would be best if we continued this discussion somewhere more fitting." a faint smile appearing on her face, which for the life of him Fin could not figure out if it was a forced one or a just plain sad one.
"That's right there is no point beating around the bush" her husband replied " get into the car, we must be back into Hawkins as soon as possible." 'Hawkins ? Where the hell is that?'
"Can i just say goodbye to my sister, i haven't got the chance to talk to her yet." Finney made out in midst of panic 'what if he never got to see her again?'
" C mon don't be a missy and lets get out of here already" he went to grab his arm but missed when Fin broke out on a run before he had the chance to "Hey!"
He didn't dare look back as he run as fast as he could, remembering his days on the field with Robin on the bleachers cheering for him when he dropped by because he was "just in the neighbourhood".
If he concentrated too hard he could almost hear his breath taking laughter.
As he reached Gwen he dropped to his knees, pants scratching on the pavement below, the smell of blood still apparent on them " We will meet again Gwen" he promised " I will find you wherever you are. "
"I cant lose you again Fin, please don't do this to me" she cried " i just want to go with you!"
"I cant take you with me Gwen, i would if i could trust me, it will be easier for you to get adopted alone and you are still young, i would only burden you" he replied as he glanced back at the two other social workers that were approaching not looking very pleased "The people adopting me do not seem like very good people Gwen, what's happening might be for the better."
"Better for who Finney, you or me?" she snapped.
He never got to reply as the stronger of the two social workers dragged him away from her and back to the Harrington's. There was no point in kicking or screaming it was all pointless when he was away from his only family.
'i miss mama' he thought as Mr douche grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into his fancy car complaining about the seats being dirtied by his blood and sweat, not sparring a glance at him any more. The workers promise hanging into his mind to send out any of his things he wished for, along with some clothes. Ms Harrington just stared at the trees passing by as we left the town he grew up in, the bridge him and Robin once used to hang out in, dramatically retelling the stories of their favourite books, voices and giggles overlapping one another, never being able to make out who said what. Just feeling content with being between the arms of the other, them against the world. Or until one of them was gone.
Robin broke his promise to him. He swore that they both would get out of this town together. They would pack all their things and they would disappear from the face of the earth where no one would hate them for being themselves, for being the so called "freaks" his father and most of this town called him. A place far away where they could just love each other without consequences. He guesses they could never have that.
Robin broke his promise when he died without him.
Maybe Fin the one breaking the promise by leaving alive out of this town.