Summary: You and Billy have been dating for months when all of a sudden he starts to be less and less intimate with you. You get upset thinking it’s because he doesn’t love you anymore or find you attractive, but that was the farthest thing from the truth...
Warnings: mentions of abuse, really sad stuff in this one folks
A/N: I loved writing this and it really broke my heart :/ This takes place in season 3 of course, had Billy not been controlled by the mind flayer. May he live on through fiction and find a happy ending ❤️ hope you guys enjoy because I’m really proud of this.
It had been 5 months since you and Billy started seeing each other. You were star struck by Billy when you first saw him, but you weren’t dumb enough to let him know that. Truly, you didn’t have to. You were the first girl Billy wanted to chase. When Billy asked you out, you thought it would turn out being a mistake, instead it turned out to be the best thing to happen to you.
It was a happy five months spent laughing and taking trips to the lake, where you two sat for hours just existing with one another. Though things were great when you were together, Billy didn’t live a sunshine life outside of his moments with you. Many nights Billy’s house played the tune of broken glasses and chaotic yelling. Multiple times a week, you’d see a new scar forming. No matter how small, you always noticed them and each time you’d get an awful pain in the pit of your stomach.
It amazed you, how Billy dealt with so much but still treated you like a princess.
Lately, Billy seemed distant though. You always spent the weekends with him, allowing him to get a short break from his Dad. The problem wasn’t that he didn’t come see you anymore though, it was that he hadn’t touched you in so long. It had been a little over a month since you two had been intimate with each other. I mean, there were occasional times where he would finger you and even eat you out, but every time you reached for his pants he’d tell you, “No, just let me make this about you.”
The first few times this turned you on more than ever, but after a while you started to become curious. You started to think he was seeing someone else, and even at one point went through his phone while he showered. But you discovered nothing, because why would Billy, who was closer to you than anyone else cheat on you? Nothing made sense. You thought he found you irresistible. It was getting hard not to start questioning your body, wondering if your boobs were big enough and sometimes even wishing they were smaller. It was everything; was your face getting fatter? Did you grow any new stretch marks? Why weren’t you good enough, you asked yourself multiple times a day.
It was around 5:00pm when you got off of work, texting Billy to be at your house shortly. You had the house to yourself tonight since everyone was still at work or out at dinner.
You decided to wait to take a shower, knowing Billy had just left the gym and would need to take one as well. It was part of your plan to get some romantic action going. You just missed showing your love for him in that way.
Shortly after coming home, you heard Billy’s car pull into your driveway. You had texted him to let him know the door was unlocked and just to come in. Your heart started to beat fast, hearing the car door shut. You still got butterflies anytime Billy came over, they never once faded and were still all too intense. You started to gather your clothes for after your shower, humming to yourself.
A gentle knock tapped against your door, causing you to look up from a drawer you were rummaging through. Your eyes lit up as Billy stood in the door frame with a soft smile on his face, “How was work, princess?” He walked over, plopping down on your bed and kicking his shoes off. You placed your clothes on top of the dresser, practically skipping over to the bed.
“I didn’t think I could ever hate ice cream,” You chuckled, “but it’s the worst.”
You looked at Billy, who grinned, “No, you love ice cream,” He brought one arm behind you, pulling you closer. “I think its the pretty boy you work with. He sucks the fun out of everything.”
“Steve isn’t that bad, Billy.” You said, softly nudging his side. He closed his eyes briefly, slightly inhaling. You thought this was odd, but brushed it off since it was only a split second.
“Yeah whatever.” He placed a cigarette in his mouth, searching his pockets for a lighter. You reached over, snatching the cigarette from his mouth.
“Are you insane? What do you think my family will think when they smell cigarettes in my room! They’ll know you were here, Billy.” You said throwing it in the trash bin beside your bed.
“Hey!” Billy raised his voice, sitting up and glaring at you. “That was my last one, what the hell y/n?”
“Yeah, whatever.” You said mocking him and rolling your eyes.
Billy was irritated by this but he let it go, sitting up against your headboard.
“Baby, I got a few of your T-shirt’s and a pair of sweatpants if you wanna take a shower with me?” You asked, walking to the closet to grab some of the ones he had left hanging up.
Billy reached over picking up a keychain from your nightstand and spinning it around his finger. You paid this no mind as he was always restless and needed to be occupied.
“Billy.” You said, annoyed by the silence.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll take one at home tonight.” Billy answered, striking a chord with you. You had put up with enough of this. It seemed so clear Billy didn’t care to see you naked anymore, he didn’t wanna make love to you and his hugs became less and less frequent. Billy used to always give you bear hugs, his arms wrapping tightly around you. He made you feel safe and protected. But now, the questions you asked yourself wondering if you could trust him and these past few weeks of judging your body had all caught up to you. Billy didn’t care about you anymore, that’s all you could sum it up to.
You did your best to remain calm, figuring it’s always best to try to reason with someone before it could turn into an argument.
“You just came home from the gym, I know you’re sweaty and you’ll feel so much better after you get out.” You pleaded, throwing him a shirt along with a pair of sweatpants. He caught them, throwing them at the bottom of the bed.
“I said I’m fine.” He said. It wasn’t hard to tell from his tone that he was getting more irritated.
“Billy, what’s going on?” You asked, “Is it another girl?”
Billy had a look of confusion, wondering how you could ask such a thing. “Why, because I don’t want to shower with you?“ He scoffed, “You‘re unbelievable, you know that?”
“No!” You quickly shot back, “It’s unbelievable that you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, you won’t even let me hug you anymore!” You started to get more angry, seeing he didn’t understand.
“So that means I’m screwing another girl?” Billy yelled, standing up and towering well over you.
“Then what is it?” You yelled, your eyes starting to burn as they filled with hot tears.
“It-It’s just me, okay?” Billy said, wiping a tear from your eye.
You pulled away from him, “No, B-Billy you need to go, you don’t trust me enough to give me a reason and I can’t trust you without one, so just go please.” You walked to the other side of your room, pacing as you wondered why he couldn’t tell you. If he didn’t love you, why couldn’t he say that, why would he want to see you like this?
Billy still stood in your room, wheels turning in his head.
“It’s him, y/n.” Billy said quietly. “I don’t want you to-“ his voice cracked and you rushed back over to him, staring up at him. He stared away at your wall, trying to find the words to say to you. You brought your hand to his face, shifting his gaze towards you.
“Baby,” You cried, “it’s okay you can tell me. What did he do?”
“It’s gotten so much worse,” Billy started to cry, which you had never seen him do. You’ve seen him close to tears every time he would show up at your door after a fight with his Dad, but never like this. “I don’t recognize my body and I don’t—I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Your heart broke as he said this, feeling guilt start to build up inside of you.
“Billy I’m so sorry, it’s okay.” You said, “you have to let me see, I need to see how serious they are.”
Billy was hesitant just as you were terrified to see what new bruises he had acquired, what had happened to your baby? He slowly lifted his shirt, groaning as his fingers brushed against his sides. Your eyes widened, as you reached out lightly touching his bruised skin. Large bruises ran along his sides in a deep purple. They were fresh and you didn’t have to be a doctor to be able to know that. You began to cry to yourself again, worried for him.
“We’re gonna get you help Billy, you can’t go home.” You said looking up at him. He stared down with a look of shame.
“This isn’t your fault. It’s okay.” You reached over for the shirt that laid on the bed, handing it to him. “If you don’t want me to see I don’t have to, I love you.”
Billy nodded, pulling the shirt over his head, and climbing onto the bed, patting a spot for you to sit.
“I can’t do this alone anymore.” Billy said, moving closer to you. You held onto him as he laid on top of your chest, closing his eyes.
“I won’t let you.” You whispered, “never again.”
Billy stayed in your arms for several hours before finally going to sleep. You traced patterns along his back and across his shoulders. He slept for a long time while you cried, feeling helpless. You couldn’t bare watching him suffer any longer and swore to yourself you wouldn’t let him go back to that, no matter what.
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