Mike's Sister Stranger Things Novels & Stories

“I’m not turning myself in! I’m not going to prison! You need to find a way to fix this right now! I don’t care!” Mia hurled a pillow at him. Looking at his frantic, raving sister, Mike felt utterly exhausted. “If you won’t listen to me, then there’s nothing I can do. I really can’t help you anymore…” He turned and walked out. Mrs. Jones chased after him in tears. “Mike, she’s your own sister! You can’t just abandon her!” After they left, a while later, faint police sirens could be heard outside. Mia was frantically calling Kyle.

You could obviously tell that she and my aunt were sisters. They were all talking and then things went silent. I started to fall back asleep when I heard the door open again and heard Lisa, Brian and my Uncle Jim walk through. A few minutes later I heard people coming up the steps and voices at the door. I pretended I was asleep as I heard the door open. “Mike’s sleeping?” I heard my sister ask. “What did you guys do to him?” “He’s had a busy day,” Brian said as he and Lisa started to laugh.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

"When you were recovering from the overdose, you spoke of someone named Michael; do you know who that is?" "Michael?” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Kind of,” she said, opening her eyes slowly. “I see him in flashes. I used to think he was my imaginary friend. He would come to me after my dad left. It's funny. He was a vampire. My imaginary friend was a vampire and my dad was a wolf. Tell me I didn’t have a screwed-up childhood. He still talks to me in my dreams. He always tells me he is looking for me and my sister. Thing is, I don't have a sister.”

I ignored him and gave the dispatcher my address. Ten minutes later, the police arrived. By then, a small crowd of curious neighbors had gathered in the hallway. When the officers questioned Cody, he was still trying to talk his way out of it. "I'm her brother! What's wrong with a brother keeping his sister in line?" The officer frowned. "It doesn't matter who you are. You don't lay your hands on someone." Mom immediately started wiping away tears. "Officer, please. We're a family. This is just a private family matter. There's really no need to blow it out of proportion."

I stared at her, feeling sadness in my heart, also fear for her of what might happen to the spell that Elphaba was saying. I know that now, she and the gothic lady are currently talking, I finally got her name earlier and it's Eve, she's Esther's twin sister and the red headed girl is Sarah. The one who looks like Art that I put on the dungeon is Max yes I heard that name from Nalani and the black headed man is Bob. They look like Art, a face that reminds me of a painful memory. It hurts, but they are doing nothing wrong with me so I have to accept that Art is gone. That he has paid for the crime he committed against my family. It's hard for me to forgive him, I'm still hurt.

She was headed to the Morgan's Bed and breakfast, figuring she could slip out of her window window if Mike sat down outside at the lobby or was he going to follow her into her room? Definitely not, she thought to herself. Just before she reached the brick building, Mike caught up with her and was standing so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body and could smell the beer in his breath. "You're Akila's sister" Am I right? You guys really look alike Asta's Sister she corrected him. He bowed his head slightly and responded,I wasn't sure until I heard your voice when you spoke back at the tarvern. You sure shook up the whole town, especially my brother Dustin.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

But because I knew that face. Younger. More relaxed. More insolent. But that jawline, those gray-blue eyes, that dark hair, that bone structure, as if the De Sanctis family paid God by the generation. Nathanello de Sanctis. Zach’s youngest brother. The boy whose name had appeared in Maya’s screenshots five years ago. The De Sanctis family member who had supposedly called me “that Latina girl from MIT.” The boy who had once laughed in Zach’s apartment kitchen, called me some stupid nickname while stealing my fries, then vanished with the rest of that family to the side of the world that had decided I wasn’t enough.

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”