A 15 year old girl, Samantha Harrington, little sister of 17 year old Steve Harrington.

Steve was known as the King of the school, he could get any girls he wanted, most of the younger years were scared of him and the most popular boy in the school.

From Steve's point of view, he saw his sister had the same, but that was completely wrong. Although Samantha was popular, she didn't have any friends expect for Caroline Wills and Bonnie Newby, everyone else was scared to talk to her because of her brother.

It was the same with boys. God forbid Steve ever caught Samantha with a boy in school, bringing a boy home or making any contact with a boy.

Samantha and Steve often had many arguments, most of the time it was Samantha shouting at him for being a hypocrite for Steve was now loved up by Nancy Wheeler who was in the same grade as Samantha.

"I'm older!" Steve would say.

Samantha gave up half of the time, she knew her brother meant well and was just trying to protect her, but she felt as though she couldn't live her life anymore.

"You've just got to try and break it down." said Caroline, the three girls sat on a lunch table discussing Samantha's relationship status of having no boyfriends, "Introduce a boy to your brother and make them get along!"

"You don't get it, Care." Samantha sighed, "My brother would kick me out of the house if I turned up with a boy."

"Why is he like that anyways?" Bonnie asked.

"Because he refuses to let me grow up!" shouted Samantha, "He still sees me as a 10 year old girl!"

"Correct." Steve said, plating himself next to Samantha, Tommy and Carol sitting either side of Bonnie and Caroline, "You're only 15 anyways, don't get ahead of yourself."

"You've got a girlfriend! It's not fair, Steven!"

"I agree with Steve." Tommy Hagan jumped in. Tommy had always been in Samantha's life so he also viewed her as a little girl still.

"I don't remember asking." Samantha sighed. "Now, I've got to get to my last lesson! I'll be sitting next to all my boyfriends."

"That isn't funny, Sam!" Steve shouted as her and her friends walked off, "You're not making me laugh! You are joking right?"

"Yes, I'm joking! Now, wait outside for me after school!"

Samantha finished the day of school, once again without talking or flirting with any boys. She said goodbye to her two friends, pushed her way past a fight that was blocking the exit and made her way to her brothers car.

He was parked in the car park, his music blasting from the radio within his car whilst others drove past and shouted encouraging words to him.

"Turn that shit off." sighed Samantha, pulling open the door and chucking it on the floor beneath her seat before sitting down.

"No. And I don't want to listen to your shitty ABBA music."

They both fell silent, Steve slowly turned his neck to look at Samantha and saw her biting down on her bottom lip, her fist curled together.

"Don't ever- and I mean ever- insult ABBA again! Do you hear me Steve Harrington?"

"Yes. Sure." Steve groaned, knowing that it was useless to fight back, Samantha would probably kill for her ABBA.

After a while, Samantha decided to forget about her school day and actually talk to her brother, for when they did speak, they got along perfectly.

"Is dad home?" Samantha asked, looking out the window as they passed a collection of fields.

Steve turned to his sister for a few moments before signing and looking back at the roads, "I'm not sure. If he is, just go straight to your room, alright? I'll deal with him."

"Okay." Samantha nodded, "If he's drunk, you come upstairs too, alright?"

"Don't worry about me, Sam." laughed Steve, "I'm the adult here!"

"Oh my God!" shouted Samantha, "Your two years older than me and only one grade above me! You're not an adult!"

"And neither are you."

The two siblings fell silent, neither one of them bothering to argue with the other, they both knew it would end in the same result.

They pulled up onto their drive, Samantha stepped out the car and took a few moments to admire her beautiful house, from the outside it was wonderful, but the inside, it was like a nightmare, with a drunken father and an drug addicted mother.

Samantha's life was the definition of don't judge a book by its cover.

"Hey." Steve said, turning from the front door when he realised his sister wasn't beside him and walked over to her, "You good?"

"Yeah." Samantha said, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head.

"Where did you go?" Steve laughed, "You disappeared on me then, Sam."

"I think I'm just tired." Sam said, now walking toward the front door of their house, "It's been a stressful day, to be honest."

As soon as Steve opened the door and let his sister in, their father came tumbling toward Samantha, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and setting his whole body weight upon the girl, causing her knees to buckle.

"Woah!" Steve shouted, helping Samantha straighten up before dragging his dad off of her, "Why are you drunk, dad? It's half 3."

"Drunk?" Simon scoffed, "I am not dr-eh-drunk. You're drunk."

"Really?" Steve said, pulling his face away from his dads, the smell of alcohol leaking off the man, "You're pathetic dad."

Simon grabbed Steve by his t-shirt and slammed him up against the wall beside their front door, banging his head repeatedly, "Do-not-speak-to-me that way!"

"Stop it!" Samantha screamed, trying to pull Simon off Steve.

Simon swung his arm and pushed Samantha down on the floor before using the same arm to punch Steve around the face, knocking him to the ground.

Simon stared at his two children before stumbling away and back into the living room where he sat amongst empty beer cans.

"Steve." Samantha said, getting up back onto her feet, "Steve get up."

Steve groaned and held his face, "Ah, shit."

Samantha dragged him to his feet and led him up the stairs and sat him down on his bed, "Stay here."

She hurried downstairs, grabbed a couple of ice cubes and wrapped them up in a tea towel before hurrying past her father and back up the stairs.

"Here." She said, taking a seat beside her brother and removing his hand from his face, placing the towel of ice against his bruised eye, "And you said I don't need to worry about you, huh?"

"Don't start." Steve said, flinching, "He's such a dick! Why can't he just be a normal dad?"

"I've been asking that my whole life." said Samantha, "But, he'll never change, and you need to learn to keep your god damn mouth shut around him! You could've just pushed him away from me and we could've gone back upstairs, but you had to open your trap."

Steve stared at Samantha for a few moments before looking at the ground, a saddened and disappointed look appearing on his face.

"What?" Samantha asked, leaning forward to look at her brothers face, "Is it hurting?"

"No-I- we need to get out of this house, Sam." said Steve, sighing, "As soon as I make enough money, we'll leave this place, buy a house."

"Or you could come live with me." said a voice from the doorway."

Samantha looked up and saw her and Steve's Uncle Luke standing their, leaning against the doorway with his signature smirk.

"Luke!" Samantha squealed, jumping up from the bed and running over to her Uncle, wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him.

"You alright, kid?"

Steve stood up and slowly walked off, waiting until Samantha released her Uncle so he could hug him.

Luke hugged Steve and laughed, "You've grown a few, haven't you?"

"What are you doing in Hawkins?" Steve asked, "I thought you weren't coming back after the argument you had with dad?"

"Ah, my brothers a dick but at the end of the day, he's still my brother." Luke sighed, walking around Steve's room and looking out the window, "And plus, needed to see you two don't I? Your dad clearly can't be arsed."

"Clearly." Samantha scoffed, "Have you had dinner? Want me and Steve to make you something?"

"More like I make you something." said Steve, laughing, "Samantha just burns everything."

"No, I'm alright." Luke smiled, "I was thinking about going to grab us a Chinese? You fancy that?"

"Yeah." Steve nodded, "I'll come with you to get it."

"I'll grab the plates and everything. I'm just going to have a quick shower and then I'll get everything ready."

"You are a golden kid, aren't you?" Luke said, he placed one hand on the side of Samantha's head and kissed her forehead.

Jokingly, Steve tried to do the same and laughed when it ended up in holding Samantha in a head lock.

"Get off." Samantha said, trying to hold her laugh in as well, "You're so bloody annoying."

"Samantha, what do you want from the Chinese?"

"Sweet and Sour chicken please."

"Knew you were going to say that, we'll be back soon."

Steve and Luke were gone for an hour, leaving Samantha upstairs, dreading what would happen if her father came up.

But then, the front door opened and Samantha gained the courage to get up and go downstairs.

She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs but it wasn't Luke and Steve who walked in. . .it was Michelle.

"Hi mom." Samantha smiled, seeing Michelle didn't look like she had done drugs or any alcohol, she looked completely sober, "You okay? How was work?"

"Good." Michelle said, she threw her bags into Samantha's hand, "Take them into the kitchen will you? Where's your father?"

"Drunk." Samantha said, struggling to walk into the kitchen with the bags towering above her sight, "What's all these bags?"

"Some new clothes for me."

"Nice." she said, chucking them onto the sofa.

"Who's is that car outside?"

"Uncle Luke's." Samantha smiled, boiling the kettle to make her mother a cup of coffee, "He came to see me and Steve."

"Where is my baby boy?" She asked

"Steve? He's gone to the Chinese to grab us some dinner with Luke."

"I hope you aren't having any." Michelle said, pulling out her cigarette and lighting it.

"Of course I am." Samantha said, turning to look at her mother with a confused expression, "Why wouldn't I?"

Michelle's eye sight travelled from Samantha's face, to her upper arms, down to her stomach and then her thighs before she looked back up at her daughter, "Do I need to answer that?"

"Mom!" Samantha shouted, "Stop saying this about me! It upsets me!"

"You are my daughter, Samantha." Michelle said, staying oddly calm, "You have a reputation to uphold. You can't be stuffing your face with fat food every five seconds, you are already big enough for your age!"

"We're back!" Luke shouted, walking into the house and through into the kitchen holding a bag, Steve trailing behind him holding another bag, "Ah, Michelle, how unpleasant to see you!"

Steve sat the bags down beside Samantha and saw her staring at her mother, her eyes swelled with tears as her fists clutched together.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

Samantha nodded but Steve grabbed her hand and unfolded her fists, seeing blood dripping from finger tip marks in the centre of her palm.

"You told me you had stopped doing that." said Steve turning around and making sure nobody was looking, "What happened?"

"Just mom being mom." said Samantha, "You get everything from the Chinese?"

"Yeah." said Steve, getting distracted and forgetting about their conversation, "We got you your meal don't you worry."

"Steve, darling." Michelle said, getting up from her seat and walking over to Steve, "Make sure you eat all your dinner, me and your dad are going to meet some of our friends. Goodnight, I love you."

"Night mom." Steve said, awkwardly looking over at Samantha, seeing her staring at the floor sadly.

"Night Samantha." Michelle said coldly, walking straight past her daughter and nudging her as she went.

Once their food was plated up and they were all sat down around the table in the kitchen, Luke turned to Samantha.

"What was all that about with your mom?" he asked.

"Nothing."

Steve noticed his sisters mood and decided to change the topic, "Hey, Sam, your birthdays next month, isn't it?"

"Yes it is." said Samantha, brightening up, "Why do you ask, wanna see what you're going to buy your sister?"

"A card from the shop down the road." Steve said, trying to hid his smirk behind a fork full of rice.

"Oh, shove off." laughed Samantha, "Maybe you could buy me a new watch."

Steve nodded and Luke laughed, "Surely you could buy her a bit more than a watch, ey?"

Luke and Steve began to dig into their dinner, Samantha played with her food, using the fork to shove it to different sides of the plate.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, I need to finish my homework. I'll save this for later, though."

"Okay, kiddo." said Luke, "I'll bring it up later with a nice cup of coffee, how's that sound?"

"Sounds lovely, thanks Luke."

Steve and Luke watched as Samantha hurried up the stairs and into her room.

"You think somethings wrong with her?" Steve asked, "I mean, she didn't even touch her food."

"She's fine." Luke said, "You know what she's like. She just gets tired."

"Yeah." Steve laughed, "Just tired."