ELENA
I was watching Netflix on the TV with a roasted almond ice cream tub and a spoon in my hand. Why Mike was ignoring his best friend Will and why Eleven felt the need of faking a perfect life for her boyfriend, Mike didn't make any sense to me.
And every time Jonathan was unfair to Nancy, irrespective of what advice Argyle gave, I was beyond just annoyed.
But watching Jim Hopper in the Russian jail and going through all that torture broke my heart.
Dad was busy in the preparation of chilli-cucumber pickle sitting beside me. I knew he was as interested in the story of Vecna as me.
"I hate Martin Brenner!" I muttered when the old man in his white medical coat came on the screen. "If it wasn't for him then Eleven wouldn't have been in this place. Why everystory needs a villain? Can't there be a story of only protagonists?"
A silence fell between us except for the sound coming from our ten-year-old TV and dad's insane chopping techniques.
