Once again, there was no answer, and once again, Demona was ready to drive to Steve’s house herself and drag him back with her. He had promised her that if she ever needed him, no matter how late it was, all she had to do was call. Yet here they were, in that exact sort of scenario in which she would need him, and he was doing anything but answering her call.

It was so frustrating, in fact, that Demona found herself throwing her phone across the room. She didn’t know what specifically set her off to do that, considering she typically was careful with the object. This had quickly turned into the worst night of her life, though, and everyone had a breaking point. First, Jessica had practically betrayed her by even setting up the show to begin with. Then, she had been cornered into a conversation she wasn’t prepared for by Eddie, and then interrupted by his manager before she was able to tell him what she needed to get off her chest. Afterwards, Jessica had refused to take accountability for her actions, and shortly after she left for the week, Eddie had shown up in her house covered in blood. They were chased by a demogorgon, and the one person who could help wasn’t coming – and all within a few hours of each other.

The moment the phone was out of her hand, Demona leaned back against the wall, putting the can to her lips in order to take a drink. It wasn’t exactly cold, nor was it refreshing, but she knew it would help at least relax her mind after a little while. Eddie’s steps were the only thing that pulled her attention away from her thoughts at the moment, though, and glancing over as he spoke, the blonde couldn’t help the smallest smile from tugging at her lips before her stomach lurched again. After everything he had done, everything they had been through, he was still the same Eddie she had once loved. It was comforting to a point, but rather than dwell on that, she pushed off the wall in favor of grabbing the second beer, moving over towards the male in order to hold it out to him.

“Trust me, I know, and if Harrington ever answers his phone or fucking calls me back, I’m gonna tell him that.” Once he had taken the drink, Demona walked back into the kitchen. It was all one open area with the living room, and while it was designed that way to make it feel larger than it was, it at least made it easier to avoid awkward situations. A pack of cigarettes was tossed his way, too, once she was in the kitchen, the lighter having been shoved inside when she had finished half the pack earlier in the day.

"He gives me his number in case this exact thing happens, then sleeps through the goddamn thing . . . this is why you can't rely on anyone."

Mumbling to herself, Demona made a decision. There was no telling when (or really, if) Steve would call her back, and there was still a chance that the demogorgon would find them, even with the blood washed off of Eddie. She still had the baseball bat in his car, and if that alone was enough to draw it to them, they needed something better to protect them. Walking over to the family portait on the wall, Demona opened it to reveal a hidden safe, and immediately started to enter the code. She just hoped her father hadn't changed it since he had last told her the password.