You’re mine, you know that. Pt.4
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**SUMMARY - Billy is haunted by last nights events, so you decide to go over to his place and help him clean up this mess in an attempt to clear his mind, until Neil shows up and tries to sabotage your relationship, you seek comfort at Eddie’s, but soon, Billy arrives.
Angry Billy, Upset Billy, Comforting Billy. Happy ending.
**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mentions of Billy’s abusive father. Heavy swearing, kissing and anger outbursts. Slight violence. Possessive nature.
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The morning sun was a golden intruder through the gap in the curtains. You stirred, consciousness returning in a hazy wave, the lingering sense of safety you always felt when sleeping beside Billy.
The dramatic events of the previous evening had clearly taken their toll, pulling you into a deeper sleep than usual.
You stretched long, a soft smile playing on your lips, before rolling over, your hand instinctively reaching for the warmth that should have been there. Instead, your fingers met the cool, empty space where Billy had been, the imprint of his body still molded into the mattress like a ghostly reminder of his presence.
A slight frown creased your brow as you fully woke. He must be downstairs, you thought, he was probably waiting for you.
Your father, as usual, would have already left for work before the crack of dawn, leaving the house quiet and still. A quick glance at the clock confirmed your suspicions.
You'd overslept by a good few hours.
As you sat up, pulling the tangled sheets around you, you remembered Max. She had retrieved her skateboard from the trunk of Billy's car earlier that morning and slipped out of the house about an hour before you woke, a flimsy excuse about needing to “study" hanging in the air. You knew she was lying to Billy, she’d skated off to meet Lucas Sinclair. A familiar feeling of guilt tugged at your conscience but you soon brushed your focus to your missing boyfriend.
Driven by a sudden urgency, you threw the covers off and swung your legs over the side of the bed, the cool air sending a shiver up your spine. You quickly searched the house for Billy, your bare feet padding against the soft carpeted floors as you shifted from room to room. A quick glance in the kitchen, the living room and even the small, cluttered pantry held nothing. The silence of the house seemed to amplify your growing unease.
After a few short moments, the realization that he was nowhere inside washed over you, leaving you with a blank, unsettling feeling. A wave of concern crashed over you, your mind struggling to make sense of his absence after the fright of the events from the night before.
You rushed to the nearest window, peering out with a growing sense of unease, half expecting to see his car missing from the driveway. To your surprise, his Camaro was still parked there, still and gleaming under the shimmer of the morning sun.
And then you spotted him.
Billy was sitting in the driver's seat, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on something unseen. Relief washed over you, quickly followed by a renewed sense of concern.
What was he doing out there, alone in the car?
You hurried back up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest, searching for a blanket to ward off the morning chill.
After rummaging through the closet, you finally found a soft, familiar throw. Wrapping it tightly around yourself like a comforting cape like shield. You made your way back down the stairs, out of the front door and onto the cold pavement beneath you, the shock of the ground against your bare feet stealing your breath for a short few heartbeats.
You walked cautiously towards Billy's car, the blanket cocooning you in its warmth and with a gentle tug, you opened the passenger side door and slid inside, settling into the seat beside him.
The sudden sound didn't trigger a flinch, nor did it draw his gaze. Lost in a world of his own, a world he desperately wanted to be in right now, Billy remained motionless, his eyes were fixed onto his lap , obsessively spinning the lighter with his fingertips.
“Billy…” (Y/N) asked, voice soft with concern, tilting her head to try and catch his eye. “What’s wrong?” She questioned with care.
Billy didn’t move, his eyes still wide , the lighter a blur as he continuously spun it.
“Hey.” (Y/N) said, hand covering his, stilling the frantic motion of the lighter.
Billy blinked rapidly , as if he was waking from a dream and swiped at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his big blue eyes.
“Hey sweetheart.” He managed, his voice a little shaky.
“Whatcha doin out here, huh? You wanna come inside? Get something to eat?” (Y/N) questioned, anything to get him out of his spiral of overthinking.
You reached for his hand and the chill was startling, your warm skin against his that felt like ice.
“Jesus, Billy! How long have you been sat here?” (Y/N) asked glancing around wondering if he’d been sat out here for hours.
“Not long, what time is it?” Billy inquired.
“It’s almost twelve p.m.” (Y/N) told Billy.
The leather of his brown jacket creaked as he lowered his head, loose curls escaping his mullet and dropping effortlessly onto his forehead.
“Shit.” He mumbled into the stiff collar.
“Well… how long were you out here?” (Y/N) repeated with curiosity.
“Since like, six a.m, I think.” He said hesitantly. “I couldn’t sleep. Your father came out though, when he was leaving for work, asked me to make sure my car was off his driveway by the time he got back.” He chuckled softly.
“Billy you’ve been sat here for almost six hours, what is wrong with you, you’re freezing.” (Y/N) added, her brow slighting furrowing.
You reached for the blanket, intending to pull it away from you and over Billy, but Billy's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrists.
The contact was soft, almost hesitant, yet firm enough to stop you.
“Don't.” He murmured, his voice rough around the edges.
"You need it more than I do." He added.
His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth before retreating his hand to his lap, disappearing from the folds of the blanket.
He slumped further into the worn leather seat, his gaze fixed on something beyond the glistening windshield of his Camaro. A deep exhale rattled through him, fogging the window for a brief moment.
“You wanna head back to your place and clean up together? Distract you from whatever’s spinning in that crazy mind of yours?” (Y/N) asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she threaded her fingers through his mullet, gently massaging his scalp.
He leaned into her touch, a slight sigh escaping his lips, a clear sign of the comfort it brought him.
"Yeah, sure, alright. But if he comes home-"
You stopped Billy mid sentence.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll leave through the window.” (Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes playfully.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, a familiar gesture of frustration and started the engine, the rumble vibrating through the car, he turned to you, slowly flicking his head back towards the the window of the drivers side door. A silent invitation, a signal for you to come over and kiss him.
Without a second thought, you straddled his lap, your legs settling on either side of him in the cramped front seat of his Camaro.
The worn fabric from his blue denim jeans pressed against your thighs. You cupped his cheek with one hand, feeling the faint stubble beneath your fingertips, the other hand gently found its place at the nape of his neck, fiddling through the strands of his hair.
His head tilted back against the headrest, his heavy blue eyes, framed by thick lashes, flickered down to your lips. A moment of hesitation hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotions.
The scent of his familiar cologne filled your senses.
You closed the distance, your lips meeting his and latching on. The kiss was soft, gentle and filled with pure love.
“Everything will be okay.” (Y/N) reassured. “Stop thinking about it, I don’t hate you, okay. I love you, you are not your father, it was an accident, we’re okay, I promise.” (Y/N) added trying to bring him a sense of relief.
Billy nodded his head , his hands still pressed against your thighs.
“I love you too, I’ll go check if he’s home while you get ready and then I’ll come back to get you.” He whispered.
You pressed a lingering, warm kiss to Billy’s head, the scent of his hair filling your nostrils.
“See you in 10.” (Y/N) blurted out in a hurried tone, already halfway out the door.
You scrambled out of Billy’s side of the car and made a beeline for your house, the blanket you’d brought along flapping behind you like a makeshift cape. The front door loomed closer and upon arrival you fumbled with the handle and let yourself inside after watching Billy reverse out of your driveway. disappearing up the street.
The sound of his engine faded into the distance, leaving a sudden quiet in its wake.
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After rummaging through your closet for something to wear, you finally settled on an outfit.
You'd already completed your morning routine of brushing your teeth, washing your face and carelessly shoving your hair into a messy bun, the hairstyle that had become your go, to.
After all, you were only going over to Billy’s, so there was no need to make any extra effort.
You exited your bedroom wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans complimented with a black leather belt, a white off the shoulder t-shirt that you’d tucked into the hem of your jeans just enough to give it a casual look and your white Converse shoes that Billy had slipped off the night before, leaving them neatly beside your bedroom door.
You grabbed Billy’s denim jacket, something you never left the house without, just in case it got chilly, though you doubted you’d need it.
A few more moments passed until you heard the unmistakable roar of your boyfriend’s Camaro pulling up out front.
You quickly ran to the kitchen, poured yourself a cup of water and took a quick gulp before darting to the door.
When you opened it, Billy was standing right there, both hands mysteriously hidden behind his back.
"Hey pretty girl.” He grinned, chewing his gum on the right side of his mouth, it slowly peeking through his perfectly shaped teeth.
"Uh- hiiii.” (Y/N) responded with a chuckle and a questioning tone.
Billy revealed his hands from behind his back and with one hand, presented a small bouquet of white roses he'd carefully chosen out for you, knowing you preferred them over the red ones. His other hand offered a teddy bear with 'I love you' stitched across a soft, red heart that sat in its stuffed paws.
“Here, these are for you. I'm no good at this shit but I uh- I thought it might cheer you up.” He said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
Your face lit up with genuine happiness.
“Oh my god, Billy, who are you?" (Y/N) joked while giving him a playful nudge. "What have you done with my boyfriend?" (Y/N) questioned with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Take it, go on, before I change my mind.” He chuckled, trying to mask his nervousness.
He didn't usually do things like this, with his dad often calling him ‘faggot’ or a ‘pussy’ for showing any sign of emotion or empathy.
But he was trying his best to show you how sorry he was and how much he cared, hoping these small gestures would express what words often failed to.
You took the gifts from Billy and thanked him after placing a soft kiss to his cheek and set the gifts at the foot of the stairs, you’d left them there to await your return home.
Before standing and turning back around to face Billy , he let out a loud, wolf whistle that echoed through the doorway of your home.
You pivoted , a small smirk tugging at your lips.
“Finally checking out my ass more than your own?” (Y/N) chuckled.
Causing laughter to bubble up from the both of you.
“Come on, get in.” He said, gesturing towards the car with a wide spread grin.
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The drive to your boyfriends house was short, but the silence felt heavy.
Billy pulled up, parking the car against the sidewalk and killed the engine. An obvious tension hung in the air, thick enough to taste. You both stared through the window of the car and Billy broke the silence.
"Listen.” He said, his voice low and serious.
“If he comes home, and anything goes sideways in there, you get out. You hear me? No excuses. I mean it." His eyes locked onto you, pleading for you to understand the weight of his words.
"Dave.” You blurted out, the name a sudden, unexpected thought.
"What?" Billy questioned, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.
"Dave. That's what I'm going to call him. The teddy bear you got me." (Y/N) said, managing a small smile.
"Jesus.” Billy chuckled, a nervous sound. "Get out.”he demanded, squeezing your thigh before opening his door.
Hand in hand, you walked up the cracked concrete steps to the front door. The paint looked fresh and the porch was clean.
Billy often referred to it as a dollhouse. ‘Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside.’
Inside the house was extremely quiet. Neil wasn't home and neither was Maxine.
A frown creased Billy's forehead. His mind raced, wondering where she could be, the worry washing over his eyes. He knew she had lied to him about her plans of doing homework and he clenched his jaw at the thought of her with Lucas.
You squeezed his hand, offering silent reassurance.
"She's fine, Billy.” (Y/N) insisted gently. "Let her be a teenager.” You finished.
You both turned to his bedroom door and stepped inside. It was a disaster zone. Clothes were thrown everywhere, glass scattered, his bed flipped along with pretty much everything else in there, nothing was where it should be. And to finish off the rooms new look, the hole in the wall, a reminder to last night's anger, was still a prominent feature.
"Well shit.” Billy said, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, shit.” You replied playfully, mimicking his tone.
Billy cocked his head to look at you, a look of déjà vu washing over him. He remembered him saying the same thing back at the diner the day his world spun upside down, a lifetime ago it seemed. He knew you were mocking him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, he was almost proud at you for reflecting his own sarcasm back at him, he taught you well. He loved watching you turn into a mini version of himself.
But despite everything, you always had a way of making him laugh.
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It had taken you both two long hours to fully blitz his bedroom and now, as you surveyed the aftermath, it was hard to believe anything had truly happened at all.
The room looked almost untouched, apart from the obvious absence of the tall mirror that once stood proudly against the wall and the old crumpled poster now hastily taped over the hole beside the door. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, certain that Billy would escape his father’s wrath this time.
As Billy finished reattaching his closet door, you carefully scraped the last shards of glass into the dustpan, the sound of crunching glass echoing in the quiet room. With a final flick of your wrist, you discarded the remains into the trash can, the clatter of the shards marking the end of your chaotic project.
“Done.” (Y/N) declared, a sense of accomplishment fizzing within her.
Billy, blissfully unaware of the impending storm, thanked you and headed out to discard of the trash.
Outside, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long, golden shadows across Neil’s truck, that sat sinisterly parked in front of the house. Billy was oblivious , he walked straight past and didn’t notice at all.
You didn’t have long to celebrate your small victory before the sound of the front door creaked open and reached your ears.
Neil and Susan walked in with laughter spilling from their lips. They passed Billy’s room and you caught Neil’s eye, an unsettling chill ran down your spine as you shifted yourself to stand straight. He took a few steps back with his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
“And you are?” Neil asked, his voice low and intimidating, the atmosphere shifting around you.
“Uh-hi, Neil, I’m, um… I’m Billy’s girlfriend.” (Y/N) stammered, her voice shaky as she tried to muster confidence.
“And where is Billy?” He questioned, his tone leaving no room for avoidance.
“He’ll be back in a second, he’s just taking out the trash.” (Y/N) replied, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Hmmm.” Neil grunted, his expression unreadable as he moved closer, invading your personal space.
The air thickened with tension as he leaned in, whispering a jumbled mix of words in a deep, menacing voice.
“You know… you’re not the only whore he brings around here, right?” Neil hissed, the accusation hanging heavily between you.
“Neil!” Susan interrupted, her tone a desperate plea for him to stop, casting you an apologetic smile that did little to ease the weight of the situation.
But Neil’s focus remained on you, his gaze piercing through yours as he cocked his head slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes.
“What, she oughta know who she’s dating, right? My son doesn’t love you, you’re just another toy to him and you’re not going to turn him into an even bigger pussy than he already is, do you understand me?” Neil demanded, the venom in his words cutting deep.
In that moment, the world outside faded away and all that remained was the silence of the room and the weight of Neil's gaze.
Your mouth opened, but the words caught in your throat like a tangled fishing line. Your mind was a racing, the thoughts crashing against each other.
You desperately wanted to believe in Billy, in the love you shared, in the promise that he would never betray you. But the insidious whispers of doubt, planted by others, now bloomed into full blown paranoia. Everyone had warned you about Billy, about his reputation, his wandering eye. You always ignored it, but now, doubt clung to your mind like a persistent shadow.
Neil chuckled, a sound as grating as nails on a chalkboard and peered over your shoulder with a predatory glint in his eyes, before turning his gaze back to you, a smug expression plastered across his face.
"Bedside table, first drawer. Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me." His words were like a poisoned dart, lodging themselves deep within your heart, confirming your worst fears.
A familiar voice, warm and comforting, cut through the tension as Billy peeked through the doorway.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
His father turned to face him, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Oh, nothing, son. Just saying hello to your sweet little girlfriend over here." He chuckled, the sound hollow and insincere, before walking away, Billy following him with his eyes, confusion obvious on his face.
"You okay?" Billy asked, stepping fully into the room, his gaze searching yours.
"Yeah, fine.” (Y/N) replied, the word sharp and clipped.
"Alright, I'll be back in a second.” He said, offering a reassuring smile before disappearing down the hallway.
Billy knew something wasn't right. His father, who usually made no secret of his disapproval of Billy having girls at the house, had been uncharacteristically welcoming. A whirl of unease spiralled in his stomach.
While Billy was gone, the words Neil had spoken repeated in your mind like a never ending loop.
You didn't want to snoop through Billy's things, to betray his trust by invading his privacy. But the need to know, to ease the rising tide of panic, was overwhelming.
Driven by a desperate need for answers, you rushed to the bedside table and yanked open the drawer. And there, nestled amongst old, crumpled cigarette packs, lay a vibrant selection of scrunchies in colors and patterns that were scarily unfamiliar. They did not, belong to you.
Shock washed over your face, leaving you cold and numb. A knot formed in your stomach, twisting and tightening with each passing second. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. You slammed the drawer shut as you heard Billy’s footsteps slowly approaching.
Billy came back into the room, oblivious to the fear brewing within you and you rushed past him, desperate to escape.
"Hey, where you going? I'm about to take you home.” He shouted down the hallway, his voice coated with confusion.
"I'm good, I’m uh- i’m gonna walk. I feel a little sick, I could do with the fresh air anyway.” (Y/N) said, turning to face him, her hand gripping the doorframe as if it were a lifeline.
"Okay, wellll, I'll walk you home then.” He stated, taking a step towards you.
"No! I- uh- I'm fine. I want to go by myself, have my own space, you know?" (Y/N) replied, her voice trembling slightly.
Billy's face clouded with concern. He knew you'd been helping him all day and he didn't want to pressure you into doing something you didn't want to do. Not after you'd been so good to him.
"Okay, well be safe. Call me when you get home.” He insisted, his eyes filled with worry.
"Yeah.” (Y/N) said, offering a weak smile before turning and leaving his house, closing the door behind her.
Your stomach kept twisting and turning, a nauseating reminder of the betrayal you felt. You didn't know what to do or where to go. You didn't want to go home, or anywhere else. Everywhere and everything reminded you of Billy, of the life you thought you had. In a moment of desperation, you decided to go to an old friend's place.
Eddie had been your best friend for quite some time, Billy had never met him, but he knew of him and disapproved of the friendship, claiming that Eddie's life revolved around trouble and illegal activities. He had asked you, pleaded with you, not to be around him. But now, with your world crumbling around you, Eddie was the only person you could think of turning to since Steve was no longer an option.
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The walk to Eddie's had been brutal, leaving your legs screaming and hair drenched from the rain that entered unexpectedly through Hawkins.
Your skin glistened with a thousand tiny rain drops , each one reflecting the dull, grey sky above. The rain was heavy and harsh, almost sharp against your skin. You desperately hoped Eddie would be home and finally, after 45 minutes of walking, his trailer appeared ahead.
It wasn't much, just a weathered box on wheels. Mud caked the siding and a scattering of beer cans littered the small yard along with Wayne’s worn out deck chair that sat on the tiny porch.
You gathered the last of your strength , climbing the rickety steps and knocked.
"Coming!" Eddie's voice screeched from inside.
The door swung open with a bang and Eddie filled the doorway. His dark, deep, brown eyes softened as he took you in, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
“(Y/N)! What brings you all the way out here?" He asked.
You started to sob uncontrollably.
“Billy, he- I-“ (Y/N) choked , each breath a ragged gasp.
“Billy cheated on me.” (Y/N) cried.
“No.” Eddie said In disbelief.
“God, I’m so sorry, here , come in I’ll get you something do drink- uh , I have a couple friends over but they won’t bother you, they’re cool dudes. I promise.” He said scanning you with concern. “And I’ll get you a fricken blanket or something too jeez. Did you walk here?” He asked.
“Jesus, come inside.” Eddie insisted.
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Billy had been chain smoking for the past eight hours, the silence of the unringing phone grating on his nerves.
Growing Impatient, he dialled your number, only to dial it again when it went unanswered.
He sat on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing nervously, drawing a long drag from his cigarette.
Should he give you the space you'd asked for, even though he couldn't understand why? Or should he rush over, driven by the fear that you weren't safe?
The memory of what happened at the mall, when he hadn't been there to protect you, gnawed at him.
He exhaled sharply, a decision hardening his features and shot to his feet, rushing down the hallway to the front door and slamming it with an unreasonable force behind him.
Billy opened the door to his Camaro, slamming himself down into the leather seat, his gaze snagged on the denim jacket of his you'd left behind. His mind racing with unwanted thoughts. Were you cold? Were you even safe? Were you caught up in the rain? Were you alone?
He grew angrier with himself for leaving it as long as he did, he knew he should’ve checked on you sooner but he tried to do what you’d asked of him, to let you walk alone and give you the space you needed. The thought’s sent jolts of fear through his body and with that, he roared the engine to life and sped towards your house.
When he arrived, the porch light cast a long shadow, a tide of warmth pulled through his chest at the thought of seeing you. He darted out of the car and rushed up to the front door, the worn wooden planks groaning softly under his boots, each creak increasing his anxiety.
He knew that if you wasn’t home, it would be your father who answered, a fact that always sparked a flare of frustration within him. They didn’t always see eye to eye , but they both had one thing in common, they both loved you and wanted to keep you safe.
So… he knocked. almost hesitantly, a soft tap against the glass.
The door was wrenched open with surprising force, revealing your father, Hopper standing there before him, a silhouette framed by the dim interior light.
“What can I do for ya, Hargrove?” Your father asked, his voice deep and laced with suspicion.
A cigarette dangled loosely from the corner of his lips, smoke curling lazily around the roughness of his moustache, the orange glow momentarily illuminating the deep lines etched by years of hard living.
“Uh-hi Hop, is uh-is (Y/N) home?” Billy asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to appear casual, but his heart hammered against his ribs like a caged bird.
“Nope, thought she was with you.” Hop stated, his eyebrows drawing together in a thunderous expression.
“Right, yeah, sorry, I uh-I just remembered she went over to Nancy’s house to um-to grab some of her things, right, yeah.” Billy stammered with a nervous laugh, the lie feeling like a harsh weight in his stomach.
He tried to meet Hop’s eyes but found himself looking at the worn collar of his half buttoned maroon shirt instead.
“Sorry for bothering you, have a good night.” Billy said, already backing away, not wanting (Y/N) to get in trouble for wandering the streets alone, if that’s what she was even doing.
Your father shot a deathly glare into the back of your boyfriend’s head, but trusted his words as he closed the door. The second it shut, Billy pivoted sharply, a caged animal finally unleashed.
He darted for his Camaro, the vibrant blue glistened under the streetlights. He launched himself inside and turned the key to fire up the engine and within seconds, he’d left your street and raced to a new location.
Billy drove recklessly around Hawkins, the wipers struggling to keep their pace with the down pour.
He screeched to a halt outside Nancy’s Wheelers house, the rain plastering the curls of his mullet to his forehead as he pounded on the door, his knuckles raw. Empty. You weren’t there.
He sped off again, the Camaro a dark blur against the night, to Robin’s, the same frantic energy driving him and the same crushing disappointment awaiting him. You weren’t there either.
He knocked from door to door at every possible house you could have gone to, his desperation growing with each unsuccessful attempt. He even stooped to the point of asking Steve Harrington. But again, as he expected, you weren’t there.
Billy sat for a moment inside the comfort of his own car , the rain having soaked him completely, he was out of options , with no idea where to go, where you were or what to do. Panic had settled in and taken a hold completely at this point, until a thought ignited in his mind, one he’d never entertained before.
Billy got back out of the Camaro that now sat in a pool of rain, rushed back up to Steve’s front door and knocked for the final time, this time more aggressively.
"Hargrove, weren’t you uh- weren’t you just here? I already told you man, she’s not with me.” Steve said, with a familiar annoyance in his voice.
“I know, Harrington, could you just shut the hell up for a second, god.” Billy snapped, rubbing his hand down his face, trying to clear the rain and the frustration that clouded his vision. "Eddie Munson, you heard of him?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure… I know him, actually. Why? You gonna beat his ass to?" Steve huffed, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Where does he live?" Billy demanded, his voice tight with a burning rage.
Billy stopped his sentence.
"Damn it, Harrington! Just tell me where he lives. (Y/N) hasn’t been home all day and if you care at all for her, even just a little bit, you’ll tell me where he lives. Now.” Billy pleaded, his front of anger cracking, revealing the raw fear beneath.
Steve sighed, the fight draining out of him. He gave in, not for Billy, but for you.
“He lives on the outskirts, like… I mean right on the outskirts of Hawkins… Forest Hill’s Trailer park. You’ll know which one is his when you see it, she’ll be there man, I promise, if she can’t come to me he’s the person that’s always next on the list." Steve answered.
Billy nodded, giving him a silent thank you and rushed back to his car.
He fired up the engine and sped towards the trailer park, a longer ride than he expected.
The rain hammered against the windshield as Billy muttered to himself, harsh words of disbelief and denial.
“A fucking trailer park… A trailer park, is she fucking serious? I swear to fucking god (Y/N). What the fuck. You know better than that, to not be around fucking filth and dirt." He whispered in low raspy whisper.
Billy, a man known for his harsh judgments, despised the trailer park. It was something he deemed utterly disgusting.
He finally arrived at Forest Hill’s Trailer Park, the scene illuminated by the sharp glare of his headlights. Rows of battered trailers stood in silence. He took in the view, his lip curling in disgust as he glanced around , finally spotting Eddie’s trailer, a paint peeling, porch drooping mess.
“Fucking Munson.” He spat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.
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Hours melted away as you, Eddie and Eddie’s friends immersed yourselves in horror flicks. He eagerly introduced you to his collection of music tapes, filling the trailer with heavy metal that vibrated through the entire park. You were shocked that no one complained, everyone here was so laid back.
Eddie piled you with blankets, offered an endless amount of drinks and handed you stacks of towels for your hair, unsure how many a girl might need.
He was doing everything he could to distract you from the pain you were feeling. Your face was puffy, eyes bloodshot and red raw, hair still damp from the rain and despite the blankets, you were still freezing.
Surprisingly, Eddie managed to keep you laughing, but the laughter died quickly as the roar of Billy’s Camaro ripped through the trailer park, headlights cutting through the windows and blinding both of your visions.
“What, the fuck.” (Y/N) whispered.
“You okay?” Eddie asked, not aware of who was outside.
“Billy, he’s here. I don’t know how but he’s here, that’s him-“
Eddie cut your words short.
“That’s him! God, way to make an entrance man.” Eddie joked nervously, his friends laughing at his comment.
“I’m not ready to talk to him yet, Eddie. I don’t know how he found out where you lived, but please don’t tell him I’m here, please make him go away.” (Y/N) begged.
“Okay, okay.” Eddie huffed, standing up to leave the trailer and you behind with it.
You scrambled to the corner of Eddie’s sofa, landing next to a familiar face, Tommy H. What was -he- doing here?! You pushed the question aside and decided to just roll with it. Tommy clearly kept this side of his life hidden from Billy, probably afraid of being labelled a freak.
Billy took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the darkness of the night as he stepped out of his car.
The air was thick with the smell of the damp earth beneath him and sludges of dirt that was left from the recent storm, spread evenly across the trailer park.
He spotted Eddie heading his way, a lanky figure emerging from the shadowed doorway of the trailer. Billy smirked, resting a hand on the car roof.
“Can I help you?” Eddie asked, his voice confirming his identity, that slightly higher pitch and off key American accent you'd mentioned more than once, which didn't quite belong in Hawkins.
Billy chuckled, a nasty sound that echoed through the trailer park.
“So… You're the infamous Eddie Munson my girlfriend always talks about.” He sneered, laughing as he said it, a puff of smoke escaping with his words.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, what can I do for ya, man? Need help finding the right trailer?”Eddie shot back, his eyes narrowed.
Billy slotted his cigarette between his lips, the movement sharp and deliberate. He shrugged off his brown leather jacket, the worn leather creaking as he discarded it to the ground behind him. He stepped forward, boots sinking in the mud beneath him and Eddie met him halfway, closing the distance between them until they were standing toe to toe, the air crackling with unspoken threat.
Eddie looked up to the man that towered him and you watched from a careful distance through the window.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend, little birdy told me she was here.” He revealed.
“Yeah uhh, I don’t know who you’re talking about man, must’ve got the wrong trailer.” Eddie replied, not knowing what to say.
“You sure? She’s small, long haired, bit of a bitch.” He joked, trying to rile Eddie up into admitting you were inside.
“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry man.” Eddie said trying to sound convincing.
Billy nodded as he took another long drag on his cigarette before pulling it out sharply.
“You know, I don’t know this-“ Billy pauses, kissing his teeth with his tongue.
“This whole situation Munson it’s… it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.” Billy stated through a deep exhale of smoke.
“Why’s that man.” Eddie sighed, clearly annoyed.
Billy takes a final pull on his cigarette, blowing it towards eddies face.
“My girlfriend goes missing, all day. And then I find her with you, in your trailer… And you lie to me about it.” Billy said, his anger simmering just below the surface.
“God were you dropped to much as a child or what.” Eddie joked, a sadistic laugh escaping Billy’s mouth as he flicked his tongue across the fullness of his lower lip at a rapid pace, his irritation towards his comment extremely obvious.
“I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said man, she’s not here.” Eddie added, trying to play it cool.
Billy sighed and pointed his cigarette towards the window of eddies trailer.
“Then who is that.” Billy questioned, his tone sharp.
Eddies head snapped back and he quickly realised you weren’t as hidden as you both thought. Billy knew you was in there the moment he laid eyes on the trailer.
“Oh, shit.” Eddie sighed. “Listen-“ He started, but didn’t get to finish.
Billy shoved Eddie to the ground.
“Next time plant your feet.” He demands, delivering a painful blow to Eddie’s stomach with the boot on his foot.
You glanced over to the door of the trailer when you heard Billy’s heavy footsteps approaching.
The door slammed open, the sudden noise jolting everyone inside. Billy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of Tommy H sitting extremely close to you.
"Well, well, well. Tommy Hagan. What a surprise." Billy spat out in a sinister tone.
Tommy immediately stood up, but Billy was quicker, rushing to stand directly in front of him, blocking any chance of escape.
Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your feet. The situation was spiraling out of control faster than you could process.
As if on cue, Eddie's friends began to file out of the trailer, sensing the tension in the air. Soon, it was just the three of you inside, with Eddie still sprawled on the ground outside, oblivious to the escalating conflict.
"It's not what it looks like, man.” Tommy stammered, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.
"Yeah, sure looked pretty fucking cozy to me.” Billy stated, his eyes burning with anger.
In one swift motion, he pinned Tommy against the flimsy aluminium wall of Eddie's trailer.
“If you go near her again I will break every bone in your god damn body, do you understand?” Billy demanded.
“Yeah man. I won’t, I swear.” Tommy choked in fear.
Billy let go, tossing Tommy to the side. Tommy scrambled up and bolted out of the trailer. Eddie appeared right after him, clutching his side and wincing.
"You okay, (Y/N)?" Eddie gasped, leaning heavily against the doorframe.
“Yeah, Eddie, I'm... I'm okay." (Y/N) managed, though her voice trembled slightly.
Billy turned to Eddie, a harsh laugh escaping him as he watched Eddie struggle to catch his breath.
“Seen as though (Y/N) won't listen to me, maybe you will. Stay away from her. STAY, AWAY FROM HER!" Billy's voice was a loud, menacing growl.
Eddie, despite his pain, smirked and huffed.
“You bet." He said, having no intention of following Billy's order.
"Let's go, now." Billy said, turning his intense gaze on you. He held out his hand, palm up, a silent command.
Your heart hammered against your ribs. You took a few shaky breaths, trying to regain some composure. You found a slither of courage, enough to say...
“What?" Billy questioned, a mix of confusion and disbelief on his face at your unexpected outburst.
"I said, no." (Y/N) stated, her voice trembling slightly but holding a newfound firmness.
"What the fuck has gotten into you, huh? Do you know how worried I've been, how long I've looked for you, who I had to fucking go to?" He asked, his voice rising with each word.
"I don't care. Just leave. I'm staying at Eddie's tonight." (Y/N) declared, trying to sound braver than she felt.
"No, you're not. Out, now.” Billy said, his patience clearly wearing thin.
"Billy, FUCK OFF! Please, for the love of God!” (Y/N) exclaimed, the plea laced with a desperate frustration.
“Hey!" Billy's voice rose, his hands shooting out to grip your upper arms, not painfully, but firmly, holding you in place.
“Easy.” He said, his eyes narrowing slightly, trying to control your anger and calm you down.
“Or, what.” (Y/N) mocked.
“Watch it.” He said, his voice low and raspy.
You shoved at his chest with all of your strength, not that it moved him much, but the gesture conveyed your feelings and Billy seemed to understand, releasing his hold, a confused expression taking over his features.
"(Y/N), what the fuck is going on with you?" He asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of frustration.
“You! You're what's going on! Did you think I wouldn't fucking find out, Billy? Huh?" (Y/N) demanded, her voice louder, echoing in the confined space.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Billy countered, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Why don’t you tell me?” (Y/N) questioned with a hint of sarcasm.
“Because I don’t know.” Billy answered, growing more frustrated by the second.
"Your father... He told me everything.” (Y/N) revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air.
A flicker of understanding flashed in Billy's eyes and he realized that Neil had been injecting your brain with bullshit and lies. He should have trusted his instincts when his father hadn't caused a riot over you being in the house in the first place.
“And what exactly, did he tell you (Y/N)?” He asked, his jaw tightening and his words measured.
"He said that I'm not the only whor-“ (Y/N) choked out, voice cracking and tears welling up in her eyes. "That I’m not the only whore you bring around.” She sobbed.
"(Y/N), I spend all my time with you. How can you believe this shit? This is-“ He tried to continue but you cut him off.
"And then he told me to check your drawer if I didn't believe him, that I'd see the truth for myself.” (Y/N) confessed, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face.
"You went through my shit?” Billy asked, his voice barely a whisper, a mixture of hurt and disbelief in his eyes.
"Yes, God, yes, Billy, I went through your shit and saw the fucking collection of hair ties you keep stored from God knows who!” (Y/N) cried out, her voice thick with emotion.
Billy paused, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down his cheek. He lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"They're my mother's.” He said, his voice cracking with vulnerability.
"Wh-what?" (Y/N) stammered, her anger momentarily forgotten, replaced by a surge of confusion.
"They're my mom's, (Y/N)! They, are my mom's!" He repeated, his voice rising with emotion.
"And I don't care that you went through my shit, do what you want I don’t care, I have nothing to hide. But you could have at least told me what was going on before you stormed out of the house and disappeared for fucking hours.” He added, his voice laced with pain.
"Billy, I..." You started, reaching out to him, but he stopped you with a raised hand.
"It doesn't matter. This is my father's fault.” He huffs, dragging his sweaty palms down his face as he catches his breath.
“Here's what we're going to do. You're going to gather whatever you brought here and you're going to get in my car and we, are going to go home and forget this ever happened. Is that problem?" He asked, his eyes searching yours.
"No, I'm sorry, Billy. I'm so sorry.” You pleaded, your voice filled with remorse.
"What I just say, huh? It's not your fault. Just forget about it. Grab your things. Let's go.” He urged, his voice softer now, filled with a desperate need to fix things.
"My shoes are wet." You sniffled, holding up the soaked, white, converse shoes you’d trekked to Eddie’s trailer in.
You clutched them tight in your hands and without a word, Billy bent down and scooped you up into his arms, cradling you like a baby.
"Is that everything? Nothing else you need?" He questioned.
"No.” You responded softly, burying your face in his neck.
Billy's boot connected with the trailer door, sending it crashing outward. He spun around, slamming it shut as you tried to say,
"Thank you, Eddi-“ Your words were swallowed by the resounding slam. Billy, his jaw tight, moved away with you cradled in his arms. Relief washed over him, finding you unharmed and okay, but a simmering anger still bubbled at the thought of other guys being near you.
You felt a sharp stab of guilt, remembering your earlier doubts and a swell of sadness that pulled behind your eyelids.
"A fucking trailer park." He spat, the words laced with sarcasm and disgust.
"Shut up, it's nice.” you said, a playful challenge in your voice.
Billy shot you a look that screamed ‘you’re crazy’ then gently settled you into the passenger seat of his car. He reached into the back, retrieving your favorite blanket and draped it over you with a tenderness that masked his earlier aggression.
He shut the door with a soft click and rounded the hood, opening his door and sliding in beside you. The car filled with the sharp exhale of his breath. He turned to you, his head cocked slightly, eyes glued to yours.
"Don't ever pull that shit again, you hear me? 'Cause next time I'll make sure he can't walk. Same goes for the rest of the freaks that were in there with ya.” He threatened, the words a low rumble.
The engine roared to life and Billy raced out of the trailer park, the gravel and dirt spitting behind the tyres.
He drove you straight home, where he'd end up staying, again. It was becoming a routine, a comfortable habit neither of you seemed to mind. Billy might as well have moved in, he spent more time at your place than he did his own.
Your father, the chief of Hawkins police, had been called in for another late shift , one of the many perks of his position, or so he sarcastically claimed.
Billy carried you up the stairs, still cradled in his arms, his grip surprisingly gentle.
"You are not getting into bed with me like that, the smell of Munson's filthy trailer is still stuck to your skin. You're getting in the shower.” He declared, a playful mockery in his voice.
“Come on, it's not that bad.” You giggled, though you knew the stench of Eddie's trailer was, in fact, quite potent, a smell that clung to everything in its path. You buried your face in Billy's neck, playfully trying to transfer the smell.
After a few more teasing comments, Billy turned on the shower for you. The bathroom filled with the sound of rushing water and the air grew thick with steam. You stepped inside, the warm water rolling down your back, washing away the grime and the lingering scent of Eddie's trailer, along with the tension of the evening.
You jumped, startled by the sudden feeling of a presence behind you. Billy had gotten in to join you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, intending to help you wash your hair, in which he did.
After a few more passing moments, he whirled you around, him now under the shower head and you replacing his position, the curls of his mullet flattening against his face as the water rushed over him.
"I love you, okay?" He said, his voice soft.
One hand was firmly around your back, grounding you, while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against it in a comforting rhythm.
"I'd never do anything to hurt you, or upset you and I definitely would NOT, cheat on you. You're the only person I want, I promise. No one else even interests me, just you. I love you… And only you, you got that?" Billy asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.
"Okay, I got it, I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) replied softly, her heart swelling with affection.
He spat water at you from his mouth playfully, breaking the intensity of the moment and you pushed his face back. He lifted you with one arm over his shoulder with surprising ease, his laughter echoing in the small space as he did it.
Stepping out of the shower with you still dangling from his shoulder, he slipped you off and placed you gently on your feet, wrapping a soft towel around you and cuddling you into his chest after he did it. The warmth of his body excited you, a comforting shield against the cool air.
Billy placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, a silent promise of comfort and affection, before pinching your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a love so profound it made your heart ache in the best way possible.
He had missed you all day, every moment feeling more and more empty without you by his side, he was so happy to have you back in his arms, exactly where you belonged. Not a single thought went through his mind before he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours.
The kiss grew hungrier, needier in fact. You allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and he flicked it against yours , latching back onto your lips after he’d done it. A few more seconds passed and he finally broke free, leaving a darker blush of pink swelling on your lips.
"You ready to go to sleep?" He asked, breaking the silence and smiling down at you.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” (Y/N) answered softly, leaning into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms. The earlier anxieties of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by the simple joy of just being with him.
He kissed the tip of your nose gently and shook his head in disbelief, not understanding how he got so lucky with you.
“God, I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Billy.” You whispered back, hands trailing from his abs to his chest, knowing exactly, what you were instigating.
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