"Shouldn't you be in school?"

The next morning, a beady eyed Blair awoke to the phone ringing loudly from downstairs, echoing around the silence of her home, causing her to groan tiredly, turning her head to the side and glaring over to her alarm clock to see the time, and cursing at how early it was. The phone continued to ring for a few moments, until it finally came to a stop, the peaceful quiet filling the space, before it began it's annoying screaming once more, somehow getting louder and louder until she genuinely thought her ears were about to fucking explode or some shit.

Blair swore, the strange dream that had haunted her last night being pushed to the back of her mind as she ripped herself away from her sheets, growling as the stubborn things wrapped tight around her sweaty body, forcing her to the floor as she crawled across it, jerking her limbs out one by one until she was free, the young girl then quickly hobbled down the stairs, cursing on each step, feeling like her very bones were jarring with every miniature jump as she finally hit the floor, hissing at the cold that assaulted her toes and ripped the phone from its holder, placing it by her ear.

"Hello? Blair Jones speaking." She yawned, rubbing her left eye until dark spots danced across her vision, leaning her shoulder against the beige wall behind her sluggishly, her brain still trying to catch up to her wide-awake body, her eyelids blinking themselves slowly, her eyeballs dry and feeling tight.

"Hey, its Joyce. I know this is a bit of a long shot, but is there any chance Will is there with you?" The older woman's frantic question washed over her, quick and nervous as she spat the words out, seemingly already knowing the answer but desperately hoping. Blair paused, body alert as the question registered finally, furrowing her brows in confusion as her eyes swept over her living room, as if expecting the boy to be there for some odd reason as a chill crept up her spine, before she shook her head.

"What? No, why?"

"Blair...I don't think Will came home last night." Joyce said, her shaking voice thick with emotion and sounding close to crying as she whimpered down the phone. Blair could idly hear movement through the phone, and had no doubt Jonathan was trying to comfort his mother as she shivered once more, turning her head to look around again, feeling as if someone was there, looking up at her but the house was empty, it was just herself and, apparantly, her inherited paranoia.

"Easy, easy, Joyce. Have you called everyone? The wheelers? The Sinclair's?" She questioned, shaking her head, trying to push away the feeling that she wasn't alone as she moved to the banister, grabbing her ratty oversized denim jacket that was hanging over the wooden structure and quickly pushed her arm inside of it, maneuvering the phone so it was now resting against her shoulder as she struggled.

"They were the first ones I called! This isn't like him!"

"I know, Don't worry okay? I'm coming round now, we'll find him." The young girl soothed the best she could with a mouth only good for spitting venom and cutting barbs, finally managing to slip herself into her jacket that hung from her frame like a mocking blanket and bending down and grabbing her dirty converses that she'd left at the bottom of the stairs and tried to stomp them on, not even reaching down to pull the ends of the back as she squished her foot in deeper, sighing in satisfaction as it was finally forced on.

"Oh, Blair honey, I'm so sorry to do this, the funeral was only a few days ago and-"

"Joyce, it's fine. Look, keeping calling around. Like, call anyone who you think might of seen him last night and start making notes. I'll be round in ten minutes, tops." She promised, avoiding the subject of her grams like it was a fuckinf disease, before pushing the phone back into the receiver without even saying goodbye as she rushed out through the door, locking it without looking back behind her as the hair on her body stood on end, feeling like someone or something had just walked over her grave.

Blair then turned and paused, looking out into the woods in front of her, quickly realising that running there was going to take ages, and without further ado, jogged over to her grandmothers garage, that had really just been used for storage as the old bat could barely see nevermind drive a car. She pushed up the heavy door, wincing as is creaked and squealed unpleasantly, grating its assault on her sensitive ears, and pushed herself inside with some difficulty.

The young girl had barely been in there for a moment before the dust particles attacked, her eyes watering and nose tickling as she coughed into the crook of her arm, searching through the darkness for her old bike that she was, realistically, probably too tall to ride around on now, however it was going to get her to the Byers household faster than running there would.

"Aha!"

Spotting it out of the corner of her eye, she rushed over to it, pushing and kicking junk out of her way as she pulled the old thing off of its rack, her face twisting into a disgusted grimace when she noticed all the spider webs around it, brushing them away with her flapping sleeve, thought, not without gagging to herself quietly. Deeming it presentable, Blair tucked it under her arm and waded her way back though the mess, recognising it as more of her grandmothers strange belongings of Crystal's and books and herbs, shaking her head as she did so.

Seriously, the old bat was dead and was still freaking her out with the whole 'witchy' business. Out in the light, the bike managed to look worse. Rusty and bright pink with a fucking basket on the front of it, but, thankfully, the chain seemed to be in tact and it looked like it would hold her weight, as least for a while she thought to herself, throwing her leg over it only to wince as the seat dug uncomfortably into her crotch. Yeah, she was probably alot thinner the last time she rode this monstrosity too.

She pushed the thoughts aside, knowing there were more important matters at hand and rolled the bike down the path and, after making sure she had enough momentum, quickly placed her feet onto the peddles and began to ride, wobbling dangerously for a few moments before getting her bearings, lifting herself off of the seat halfway on her journey after one too many jabs in certain sensitive areas.

Blair sped through the streets, becoming a dark pink and blue blur to wandering eyes that looked out their windows at the right times, not caring if she looked stupid as she took her own shortcut, rushing past trees and bushes that snagged at her clothing and legs if she got too close and finally, after what seemed like forever, came to a stop by the Byers porch, panting for breath and throwing the bike away from her before she jogged up the steps and knocked on the door, upon where she was immediately dragged inside by a frantic Joyce.

"I called everyone, no one has seen him since last night." The older woman said with no form of greeting, already on the move and throwing a coat over her shoulders, struggling with the sleeves, dark eyes constantly shifting from place to place and shaking with anxious energy. "I'm going to the police station, and Jonathan has just left about five minutes ago, already driving around the streets in case...in case he's hurt somewhere."

Blair nodded her head, moving forward to help Joyce push her arm into her sleeve finally, before cupping the smaller woman shoulders slowly, as to not startle her and stilling her st the same time, forcing her to look at her concerned face. "What do you need me to do?"

"Please stay here, just until one of us gets back in case he comes home. I just- we need someone here." Joyce whispered desperately, voice hoarse from the constant talking and shouting, tears brimming in her deep brown eyes, her mind constantly shifting from worse case scenarios to even more worse case scenarios, leaving her nerves jittery and on end as she struggled to catch her breath. Someone had to be here in case he came back.

"Okay, okay I've got this. Go to the station, I'll be here when you get back I promise." Blair swore, trying her hardest to comfort her while feeling so completely out of her depth that she may as well be drowning in a pool of her own damnation, all the while pushing her own anxieties to the back of her head where they'd only continue to build. Feeling an ominous sort of melancholy drift up behind her, clutching her in it's dark grasp as the name 'mirkwood' circled over her head in a haunting loop that she frantically tried to ignore.

"Thankyou, thankyou so much." Joyce almost cried, squeezing the hands on her shoulder before letting them drop and running for the door, not even sparing a glance behind her as she slammed it shut abruptly, plunging Blair into darkness as she sucked in a shaky breath that sounded more like a sob then anything else. Her chest heaving and eyes stinging as she tried to steady her breathing through the silence of the room.

This really had been the shittiest week of her life. Her eyes clenched shut, her face scrunched up in frustration and her shaking jaw so tense there was a huge possibility of a chipped tooth as she stood there in the hallway, as still as the furniture surrounding her, trying to keep herself from falling apart and focusing on the one thing that kept her going all through her life. Rage. Pure unbridled rage that infused her every move, every decision and every choice.

Something shockingly cold and wet pressed against her hand, bringing her out of her sombre, nudging her bruised knuckles, causing her to gasp and spin around on the tip of her toes only to see the Byers family dog, Chester, looking up at her, whining pathetically. She sighed in relief, wondering what she had been expecting and reached down to pat his head gently, comfortingly, his tail wagging slowly as if there were no real effort being put into it.

"C'mon, let's get you some food, huh?" Blair asked rhetorically, moving over to the kitchen as he followed after her, continuing to whine. She idly questioned if he was feeling the loss of Will too as she strolled in, back towards the door leading to the garden outside as she reached down towards a cabinet, until a sudden strong, urgent sense of terrifying and frightening fear hit her full force in the chest, making her stumble back away with a sharp cry of, "mom!"

Chester began to bark at her, hackles raised and crouched into some form of threat, glaring at her with ferocious eyes as she gasped for breath, clutching the counter with shaking hands as her heart thundered against her rib cage, beating so fast she feared it would start to jump out of her skin like some sort of stupid cartoon, the dog barking not helping to calm her as her whole body heaved with dry sobs.

"Hey!" She finally snapped over to him, voice breaking and matching his anger with her own as she stood straighter, gesturing towards the floor below them with her brow furrowed and set in a frown. "Sit." He did so, but still continued to look at her with distrustful eyes, his hairy upper lip curled to show his yellowing teeth that came with old age, watching her cautiously as she crouched down in front of him, maintaining contact and holding her hand out towards him steadily.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I don't know what that was either." It was silent for a few moments after her careful words that she was speaking to a literal dog, the two doing nothing but staring the other down, before he stood up and walked towards her, and, as she waited with bated breath, began to nose her hand softly, huffing out a quiet whine in apology as Blair ran her free hand over the shaggy fur atop his head, sighing in relief. She looked back over her shoulder, towards the door behind her and narrowed her eyes.

She fed him quietly, glancing over at the clock that read 10;30 with red, blaring numbers, trying to calm both of their nerves by making no sudden movements, and when he finally finished his meal and slouched off towards the living room once more, did she go towards the door, feeling as if her feet where being pulled the floor, her sense of gravity disappearing and making her movements slow and sluggish like some sort of zombie. She hovered her hand over the door handle, the air around her feeling tense and still, like a rubber-band pulled too tight and she was just waiting for the snap to happen.

Blair finally pushed down on the handle, and the door slowly swung open...but outside, nothing looked different per say, there was no signs of some horrendous struggle, no dramatic splatter of blood and gore or anything of the sort, nothing even looked out of place, but the longer she stood in the doorway, staring out into the shrouds of browning green in front of her, the more wrong it felt, like, the image in front of her didn't belong there, like it was a mere figment of her imagination or alternate reality trying to trick her mind into believing it was real.

She took a step outside, and almost instantly her legs buckled underneath her, knocking together as she quickly lunged for the banister to the side, holding it desperately and muffling her sobs into the palm of her hand, feeling another burst of such prominent terror that if felt like her chest was going to cave in from the heaviness...She'd never felt anything like this in her life, hell, these emotions didn't even feel like her own, so why were they there? Like a ghost haunting her, begging to be seen.

Blair swallowed, her shaking hands tensing into fists, nails biting into the raw skin of her palm until she punctured them through, small swells of blood forming around the indents as she focused on breathing in and out, grounding herself to the pain as she pulled herself up, her dark eyes flickering from place to place until they landed on the shed in front of her, and they stayed there, unable to be dragged away.

The young girl began to walk over to it, feet dragging across the soggy grass, squelching unpleasantly with every step she took, the mud making the task as difficult as it could, seemingly trying to pull her down with every move. She came to a stop just in front of the shed, eyes roaming across it and taking in the dark, splintering wood and damp, unstable looking structure critically. Unaware of the footsteps coming up behind her, coming closer and closer and closer-

"Blair?"

She was broken out of her trance when a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, gasping loudly and swinging her fist around in shock, and Jonathan was just able to dodge out of the way of the quick attack, taking in his friends wild eyes, heaving chest and bushy hair, reminding him very much of some sort of spooked cat, he almost expected her to start hissing as she swallowed tightly, looking almost wrong in the dying light as she blinked up at him beadily. "Jonathan? I thought you were out looking for Will?"

"I was, I've been out for almost two hours?"

"What? But I thought you just left?"

"Blair...I left at nine, its eleven o'clock now. How- how long have you been standing here?" Jonathan asked slowly, face twisting as he stared at her, watching her as if waiting for her to collapse but instead she just kept looking over her shoulder at the shed, but when he found himself doing the same seeing nothing of interest, nothing to stare at in an almost hypnotic state until he'd be physically pulled out of it...perhaps mom had been right, it was too soon for Blair to be up and about.

"Like barely even a minute." Blair scoffed, walking around the boy, her face pulling into a frown the second it was out of view as she quickly jogged towards the home and stumbling into the kitchen where the tried to pretend she felt comfortable and safe, hearing Jonathan following after her and keeping her frantic pace with ease as he came in just to apparantly drill holes into the side of her head with his eyes. "What? Jonathan I literally just came out here, that's impossible. Look, it doesn't matter, did you find anything?"

"...No. No, I didn't. There's no sign of him anywhere." His shoulders physically sagged as he was reminded of...well, everything, voice hoarse and tight, barely hanging on as he quickly forgot the previous conversation, slumping his body against the counter as he pressed his face into his hands, clutching at his mousy-brown strands of hair and pulling. "I should of been here. I should of been here waiting for him but I wasn't. What if something happened to him?"

"You can't think like that, man. Maybe he's just going solo-"

"Its Will, Blair! Will! When has he ever done anything like this? He used to cry when he was a minute past curfew because he was scared mom was going to be upset. He wouldn't just sleep it rough for the fun of it. He's not you." Jonathan yelled, straightened from his slumped position as he gestured wildly through the air, slamming his fist against the table with tears gathering across his eyeline, all the while Blair watched him calmly, letting him push it all out.

"...I know...I'm scared too." She finally whispered, catching his eye and giving him a half-smile that didn't reach her dark eyes, causing Jonathan to sigh, rubbing his knuckles across his forehead as he opened his mouth to apologise. However, before he could, the front door suddenly slammed open and shut, and frantic footsteps echoed around the home. "Blair?"

"Mom?" Jonathan yelled back, alerting the older woman of their presence as she came into the kitchen, looking at the two occupants hopefully. "Did, did either of you-" They shook their heads apologetically, and Blair flinched when Joyce released a gasping sob, obviously on the edge as Jonathan quickly walked around the table to take her in his arms comfortingly, hushing her as she began to cry desperately.

"Where is he? Where is my boy?"

The next few hours were spent with Blair moving back and forth through the kitchen and dining room, making sure the two ate and drank as they worried themselves sick, ignoring her shaking hands as Joyce screamed down the phone once again, for the third time that day, begging for someone to listen to her, or give her any information about Will, until she'd eventually bit the bullet and called Lonnie, face twisted into a scowl.

However, that didn't seem to exactly be going well as Joyce suddenly screamed a startling, "bitch!" And slammed the phone against the receiver, chest heaving as she resisted the urge to continue whacking it against the wall until it broke into pieces. Somewhat aware that the two teens were watching her in horror from the living room as they drew posters up, but too mentally exhausted to care.

"Mom." Jonathan finally called over, not even blinking as she spun around to look at him, her small being radiating with frustrated anger and face flushed.

"What?"

"You have to stay calm." He mumbled quietly, staring up at her earnestly as Blair popped her head over his shoulder to give the woman an encouraging thumbs up...but Joyce only chuckled humorously, throwing her hands up into the air as she scoffed and picked the phone up once more, resting it against her shoulder as she muttered under her breath, voice breaking unpleasantly as she tried to keep the tears at bay. "Lonnie, some teenager just hung up on me. Will is...Is missing. I don't know where he is. I need-I just need you to call me back, please, just- Damn it! Damn it!"

Blair flinched with every slam of the phone, wincing away as she rubbed her cheek opening her mouth to say something, anything, before she paused as the sound of tires on gravely pavement circled round her ears, quickly jumping up to her feet and rushing to the window, just in time to see the chief's truck rolling up the home with two other cars flanking him. "Uh, Joyce?"

"What?"

"Cops." Jonathan answered instead, standing up and able to see out of the window at the sun shined through, bright but thankfully not hindering his sight in the slightest as Blair slowly turned around and the two exchanged looks. Either this was really good, or really bad, and the knot forming in the pit of her stomach informed her that it was the latter.
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"It was just lying there?" Joyce questioned frantically as she listened to the story about the bike, desperate for detail, for something, for anything more than she'd been given, waving her arms as the chief strolled over until he was standing in front of the small woman, not even sparing her a glance as he looked over to the officers and gestured for one of them to search the room to the side of him, watching him walk stroll away with a critical glare that smouldered in the dark home.

Hopper began to slowly walk forwards, stormy blue eyes roaming over the walls and floors, searching for any sign of a clue, thought not without his shadows in the form of a worried mother and her son, the both of them looking at him desperately for answers they were having to pull out of him, like blood from a fucking stone...actually, speaking of blood. "Did it have any blood on it, or-"

"No, no, no, no, no...Phil?" He gestured towards a room on the left, looking completely at ease as he stalked through the hall and into the kitchen. Jonathan finally seemed to gather his voice, as he reached out and put a comforting hand on his mom's shoulder, brown eyes blow wide as he stared darkly at the mans back.

"If you found the bike out there, why are you here?"

"Well, he had a key to the house, right?" Hopper asked gruffly, continuing on his way into the kitchen, taking in every single detail with his dark eyes of churning seas flickering from left to right as he strolled over to the side, ducking his large head down to look out of the window for a few moments and hearing the boys affirmation as he straighted, tapping his calloused knuckles scarred from many a fight during his childhood and later against the metal of the sink below him, somehow managing to still not look over to them. "So...maybe he came home."

"You think I didn't check my own house?"

"I'm not saying that- wait, what the hell are you doing here?" Hopper's voice shifted into a darker tone as he finally noticed the Jones girl that had tried to make herself scarce, resting the back of her elbows against the counter and glaring up at him and over to where the other officers had left frustratingly, sharp jaw clenched as she eyed him up and down suspiciously and he felt his face drop into a dangerous scowl as he rested his hands upon his hips, waiting for the famous Blair bite that apparently didn't hesitate for no one.

"I came to help, obviously."

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Shouldn't you be doing your job instead of questioning me about school?" Blair snapped back just as quickly with a hiss, matching his glare with a menacing glare that burned like fire to flesh, crossing her arms over her chest and bristling at the almost parental tone in the older man's voice that he had taken as he looked down at her and frowned roughly, eyes practically disappearing under those thick ass eyebrows as he literally scolded her...god, not even Grams had been that bad...then again she had been a drunk so-

"Kid, I am doing my job."

"Poorly. Will's still missing and you're wasting your time here." She said with a roll of her eyes, standing up straight so she could face him properly, hip cocking out to the side in a imitation of his stance that had his practically frothing at the mouth at her cheek that she'd seemed to fucking inherit because of course she did, and somehow, Hopper only managed to frown harder at her, opening his mouth to bit back at her only to be swiftly interrupted befor he could even try.

"How is any of this important? Huh? Blair is right! You should be out there looking for him!" Joyce finally yelled as her temper reached breaking point, looking between the two indignantly with her hands thrown into the air, voice breaking half way through her sentence as she struggled to hold back tears, chest feeling like it was about to cave in on itself as it heaved with every pained breath that struck her, feeling hopeless and ruined and on the brink of losing her mind because it felt like absolutely no one cared about her missing son except herself.

The chief cleared his throat, looking at her apologetically before something caught his eye, moving over to the back door where he stroked his thick fingers over a dent in the wooden wall behind it, no one aware of the way that Blair had shifted uncomfortably away from it. "Has, uh, has this always been here?"

"What? I don't know. Probably. I mean, I have two boys. Look at this place." She gestured all around herself, to the rickety table that had stacks of paper underneath one of the legs to keep it steady, to the broken lamp on top of the cupboard, years upon years of dealing with clumsy kids and adults alike that messed things up around the house and eventually, she just stopped counting them up, it was easier that way anyway.

"You're not sure?" He asked softly, opening the door fully as she sighed, before the sound of the dog barking brought his attention over to the garden outside, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer towards it, once again, no one seeing the ways Blair's face twisted fearfully as she remained rooted to her spot by the counter. She could no nothing but watch as Hopper left out of sight with Joyce following, but the older woman quickly came back holding Chester by his collar ans pushing him into the house with a mutter, only to freeze when she caught sight of Blair's face.

"Honey? Are you alright? You look a little pale?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine. I uh, just have a cold." And thankfully, eventually all three officers came back inside, spitting out some explanation and the further actions they were going to take before they all practically leaped inside their cars and drove off, leaving the two members of the Byers family staring after them in shock, until Joyce began sobbing into her sons arms once more, a gaping hole slowly but surely burning it's way through her chest and leaving loss in its place, threatening to swallow her in its grief as they trembled.

All the while Blair stood still in the kitchen and glared over at the shed outside, Will's stuck in the dark, a whisper echoed over inside her mind, haunting and dark and familar, so much so that she was starting to fear its truth. Will's stuck in the dark...and there's nothing you can do about it.
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Blair was eventually sent home, when the sky had begun to show hints of night falling above it, the sun dipping to touch the horizon and Joyce and Jonathan both didn't want her walking, or the more accurate term, biking her way home in the darkness, especially with what was happening at the moment, and she'd reluctantly agreed, begging them to call her if they heard anything else, and smiling when the older woman brought her into a bone-crushing hug before sending her on her way.

However, she knew she wouldn't be sleeping tonight, her mind too busy inside her exhausted body, and instead cycled her way over to one of the stores in town, throwing her bike behind an alleyway and mot caring if someone stole the pile of just as she blinked sluggishly at the flashing lights hanging over the supermarket, wincing as the harsh brightness added on to her overpowering headache as she turned her gaze the the floor and strolled in, not stopping to grab a basket as she headed straight for the drinks aisle to look for a bottle of milk, she needed coffee, alot of coffee if she wanted to get through the night without soaking her pillow with her tears.

After what seemed like ages she finally found some, sighing in relief as she wrapped her fingers around the bottle, shaking it unnecessarily, it was something her grams had done whenever they went grocery shopping, never explaining why she'd do it, and lately, the young girl found herself doing it too.

However, as she began to turn around, she spotted Steve fucking Harrington out of the corner of her eye, talking to Tommy with a grin stuck on their features as they chuckled amongst themselves cruelly, and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach, knowing, just knowing that whatever they were talking about, had something to do with the Byers family. She narrowed her eyes and tried to walk past them, tried being the underlined word, only to stand to freeze as she overheard what was actually being said.

"The Byers are so poor they probably sold him off or something, or maybe they ran out of food and had to improvise." Steve snorted, grabbing two sodas from the freezer and handing one over to Tommy who laughed loudly, at if everything was one big joke. Blair tried to keep calm, really, she did, she even tried counting to ten like her old therapist had told her too, but the anger pumping through her veins made her see nothing but red.

"You think this is funny, asshole? Seriously?" She snarled, spinning around on her heel to face them, fave twisted into a vicious scowl as she stared at the two in total disgust, hands shaking at they clenched by her side.

"Well if it isn't Blair bitch, c'mon, lighten up a little, this is the most exciting thing to happen in Hawkins since...forever!" Tommy exclaimed in surprise as if they didn't live in the same fucking town, and then rolling his eyes at the girl as they both recognised the dark look on her face that promised absolutely nothing good, merely a breakdown waiting to happen, though it was Steve who moved himself to take a step back inconspicuously, remembering the last time she'd looked at him like that, he got a broken nose.

"A kid has gone missing you absolute dick-for-brains. Are you really that thick in the head that you'd actually find this entertaining?" Blair seethed through gritted teeth, digging her nails into the skin of her palm for the second time that day, head pounding and heart racing as she tried to calm herself down, drowning in her own anger without any sign of a life preserver as the lights around her began to flicker ominously.

"Look Jones, it's not the serious, the kid probably got lost wandering in the woods somewhere." Steve replied uncomfortably, looking away to the side before turning back, an awkward guilt shining in his brown eyes as he processed the words being spat at him with a tense jaw, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone had noticed them.

"You're fucking pathetic. Don't get me wrong, I knew you had the whole 'cliche bully that peaks during highschool' trope going on, but I didn't know you were that much of a jackass to be making jokes about a kid going fucking missing and possibly getting hurt." Blair could feel her cheeks flushing, and had no doubt a vein was throbbing across her forehead as she glared at the two boys in total horrified disgust. She didn't care how about how popular they were, or how rich or cool, she'd never needed a reason to drop them onto their asses, and she certainly wasn't going to start pussying out now.

"You're being ridiculous, nothing bad ever happens in Hawkins. Just because you're fucking his freak of an older brother doesn't mean you have to shove it down everyone's throat." Steve snapped, hands being shoved into his pockets as he took a step closer to her, staring down his nose as her, literally and figuratively, noting with some satisfaction that the girl barely even reached his shoulder.

"Yeah? Well I think is really fucking suspicious that you find this so funny and that you're so acting so nonchalant, really weird if you ask me." She said, tilting her head to the side and speaking louder so she was heard, watching as Steve ducked away from the attention awkwardly, glaring at her with rage-filled eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Jones?"

"Well I'm just saying, you have all the elements of a fucking psycho, don't you? It's all there." She took a step towards him with a dangerous grin filling over her features, eyes set on him and only him, Tommy standing away from the drama at the very back of her mind as she stalked closer, Steve found that Blair wore a smile like a loaded gun, full of threat and intent to harm, and there was no way you could ever dodge the bullets she'd spit out with malicious intent, her aim would always ring true.

"I mean, mummy and daddy don't love you enough, didn't show enough affection to you growing up and just threw some cash at you hoping it'd make you more bearable, which, spoiler it didn't, so instead of dealing with those abandonment issues in a healthy way, you just start killing people with actual, loving parents. It's a classic story, I read an book about it once and boy, aren't you a psychiatrists wet dream."

Blair purred, laughing when she noticed the way his jaw tensed and his eyes darkened, but before he could say anything or do anything, Tommy had finally moved forward from watching the argument like a tennis match and grabbed him by the shoulder, glaring down at the small girl with his face blooming in frustration.

"Fuck you, Jones."

"No thanks, I don't know what I'd catch. It must get awfully lonely in that big home, Harrington. Let's hope its your money and popularity that keep you warm at night!" Blair screamed at his retreating back, and it was at that very moment that the light hanging over her head splintered and rained down with minuscule glass shards, causing her to flinch, and fall to the floor in shock as everyone turned to look and gasp.

A worker that had been stocking the shelves quickly ran towards her the moment she'd dropped like a sack of potatoes, their eyes wide and horrified as they picked her up from the floor, the few shoppers in the store surrounding her, hurling questions and murmuring in confusion as she slowly turned to look up at the ceiling where the shattered bulb stared back at her. "Miss, are you alright?"

"No...Theres something really fucking wrong with me."

Disclaimer;
My personal headcannon is that Blair has undiagnosed IED (intermittent explosive disorder) which is why she gets those explosive bursts of anger which she can't control, and unfortunately, her way of grounding herself it digging her nails into the palm of her hand which is not healthy at all! But yes, everyone is aware of her 'anger issues' but they don't know how deep rooted into her they are. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading.