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“Yes,you heard it right, he is one of us but he turned. He hid it all this time and I didn’t even know.” Stooper stood up and paced around the room. “No way. I mean… Simon? But he has been your assistant for how long now?” “Yes, for the whole three years,” Steve replied quietly. “Three years and you didn’t know?” Stooper looked at Steve in disbelief. Steve ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. “I didn’t feel his scent.He masked it very well . And I was too focused on everything else to notice.” Stooper sat down again, still shaking his head. “That’s not like you, Steve. You’re the Alpha and you should’ve seen it.”

Steel stayed with Siren and Councilwoman Rebecca, and Titan is somewhere in between so he can relay messages if necessary. Hijack and I have worked together for three years. We’re good partners and we complement each other well. His skill set is different from mine, so we each focus on what we’re good at. I begin to hack into Alpha Casey’s system while Hijack begins to override the scrambler.

Steve turned his attention back to his cronies, laughing and talking about things I didn't care to understand. I tried to lose myself, to mentally escape the suffocating room, until Steve's grip on me tightened, dragging me out of my haze. "This one here," Steve said, looking me up and down, "she'll be eighteen soon enough. Then I can get rid of her mother and have her all to myself." The men laughed, and Steve added, "joking. But I love having something to look at."

I remembered my old bedroom and just down the hall to the left was his room. The very same room where we lay together in each other's arms watching Stranger things. I found myself smiling recalling how he would ask what was so special with 'Steve Harrington'. Steve Harrington was everything to the female population. He was hot, funny and whoo don't get me started on his hair. I stood just outside my old room turning the knob and opening the door. Not only was the room clean but it was the same. As if I never left in the first place, I walked in closing the door behind me.

Steve said, at least you promised to take care of me” Steve said, “Okay,” Lola said, and she walked Into the kitchen and prepared breakfast for the three of them, and she set the table for breakfast, and Steve walked to the dining table, and he sat down, and the three of them had their breakfast, and they waited a while, “how old are you?“ Steve asked, “thirty-seven” Lola retorted, “And you Tracy?“ Steve asked, “I will be thirty-eight next month” Tracy retorted, “you are old and you are still agile on bed game like this” Steve said,

said Steve. Luckily Harriet understood Steve's and me's persuasion. She didn't cry, and instead she stomped my finger to accompany her to walk again. Harriet's cheerful laugh slowly rang out. When Harriet had regained her confidence, Steve and I decided to sit down. Harriet occasionally comes up to me to ask for the banana slices I mix with the yogurt. "Seeing Harriet reminds me of someone." Steve spoke as he wiped the corners of Harriet's lips from the yogurt. "Someone who is a childhood friend of mine. He has the same face as Harriet. Sean... Is Sean really Harriet's father?"