Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader/Part 2
“You're right, Billy, guess we're not going anywhere.”
Those words have you grasping the stair railing in front of you, knuckles going white from the forceness of it.
“We do have a better option here, don’t we?” Billy replies with a chilling smile directed at you and Stu laughs.
“Billy, please, don’t do this.” You start your first plea of the night, which seems to fall on deaf ears, as Billy and Stu just share another laugh and go about starting a plan to eliminate their ‘problem’.
“I’ll get the keys and drive it somewhere they’ll never think to look.”
“And then what?” You interject into their disturbing conversation of how they’ll dispose of you’re body and they look up at you again, “You think my parents are just going to forget I existed and go about their life, acting as if I wasn’t missing?”
“We’ll think of something.” Stu says too quickly for your liking and Billy nods in agreement.
“You can’t really go through with this, right? Billy, you and I are friends, for God’s sake!”
“With benefits.” Stu adds with a giggle and under different circumstances, you’d have probably blushed and pretended not to understand what he was talking about, but maybe, just maybe, this was your ticket out of this house.
“Billy, you know deep down you can’t hurt me and if I mean anything to you, anything at all, please, let me go.”
You catch a glimmer of hope when you see Billy’s eyes soften at your words. Maybe this could work, maybe you could convince Billy to let you leave this house alive and not in a trash bag.
“Get the car keys.” Billy suddenly says and Stu nods, hurrying in the direction of the living room.
Well, you did say ‘maybe’. “Billy, I know you think you don't have any other choice here, but please, trust me when I tell you that you do.”
“It’s so easy to want to believe you, Y/N, mainly because you're so damn smart, smarter than me, that's for sure.” Billy takes a step further, “But I can’t let you walk out of this house, knowing what you know.”
“I won’t tell anyone about this, Billy, you and Stu will never get into trouble, I promise you that.”
Another step, “See, it sounds so simple when you say it, but actions speak louder than words, Y/N.”
“Oh my God, Billy, we were just practically dry humping on your couch ten minutes ago, doesn't that tell you something?”
“Yeah, it tells me a lot. It tells the story of two people who've wanted each other for a long time and decided to give it a go, but the protagonist, you, should have seen the warning signs a few chapters back.”
You back away from the railing when you finally notice that Billy was coming closer and closer to the stairs, “So, I guess I don't get a fairytale ending, eh?”
“It’s a shame,” You whisper, eyeing the open bedroom door a few feet away, “I really like those.”
“Everyone does until you realize relationships in fairytales are completely unrealistic and the white knight you hope will show up never does.”
“Hey, Billy, can I borrow this butcher knife?”
You dash off to the bedroom with a scream after hearing Stu’s deranged question from the kitchen, Billy quickly at your heels.
“Get back here, you bitch!”
You manage to make it into the bedroom and slam the door in Billy's face just in time. You felt sick to your stomach, eyes watering from fear and sadness. How could you've been so stupid? How did you not see the signs?
You yelp when Billy starts pounding on the door, screaming at you to open up and let him in. “I’ll go easy on you, babe, just let me in.”
“You mean you're going to kill me!”
There's silence on the other side, confirming that you're right. “Get the car and the duffel bag. We'll need what's inside.”
You hear Billy telling Stu what to do and swallow back your tears. You needed to think up a plan and you needed to think it up quick.
There didn’t seem to be any usable weapons in this bedroom, at least not any that would do severe damage to those two.
You glance around the bedroom, finding a phone sitting on a nightstand by the bed. As soon as you pick it up, there's a ‘click’ in the lock of the door, and your eyes widen.
No, no, no, this wasn't happening. He had a key. He had a goddamn key to this bedroom.
Billy bursts into the bedroom a few seconds later and you scream, scrambling over the bed to get to the other side of the room. “Please, stop screaming.” Billy pleads with you in a hushed whisper.
You shake your head, eyes looking for anything to help you. “What for? So, you can kill me without the neighbors hearing?”
“No, so I can talk to you without my ears bleeding.” He deadpans, and you tilt your head, giving him a long, hard look.
Billy closes the door, locking it too, and, yep, your heart was racing and you felt sick again, “If your gonna kill me, let's just get it over with, okay? No more theatrics.”
“I’m not going to kill you, Y/N, you're right, I can't do that to you.”
“Then what? You're gonna keep me here as your hostage?”
Your eyes widen, “I hate that I can't tell if you're joking or not.”
“Be a good girl and you'll find out.”
You also hated the fact that a familiar heat pooled between your legs, because there should be absolutely no reason for this to be turning you on.
But for some reason, your body disagreed.
“Let me leave and you'll see how much of a good girl I can be.”
He chuckles, eyes gazing down your body, then back up to your worried eyes, “Oh, I have no doubt about that. But, you can't leave just yet.”
“Because you think I'm going to go to the police and tell them what you and Stu have been up to.”
“You got it.” He shrugs, taking a step towards you, “And I wish I could say that you'd be different from that and keep your mouth shut, but I don't think that's possible. Am I right?”
“No,” You murmur, shaking your head, eyes tearing up again, “No, you're not right. Billy, you may not believe this or not want to believe in this, in me, but I don't want to see you rotting in a jail cell for the rest of your life.”
Feeling a rush of bravery, you close the gap between you and Billy, grabbing his hand with your own, “I care about you, I have for a long time now, and I think you feel the same way about me.”
“Then believe me when I tell you that I won't breathe a word about this to anyone. Not my parents, not the police, absolutely no one.”
He sees the determined look in your eyes and with a deep sigh, he reluctantly nods and pulls you closer, “I hope you won't make me regret this later on, Y/N.”
“You won't.” You smile and lean up to kiss him, “But, there is just one thing.” You say after pulling away from him slightly.”
“Yeah? What's that?” Billy asks, showing no interest in talking as he pulls you with him to the bed.
“Who’s going to tell Stu?”
Billy stops abruptly at your question and you giggle, perching yourself on top of the bed. “Ah, yeah, you wanna do it?”
“Yeah, uh, no, not happening. He's been trying to kill me a few minutes ago.”
“Alright, I'll go tell him.” He says but doesn't make any effort to leave, instead, he pulls you to him, kissing you deep and hard.
“Billy, ” You murmur against his lips, “What about Stu?”
“I’m going, I'm going, ” He grumbles while wrapping his strong arms around your waist, “Ten minutes.”
“Five.” You argue, fingers sliding up into his hair.
“Eight.” His tongue licks your upper lip, and your resolve starts to crumble.
“Fine.” You agree and Billy quickly presses you into the bed after that, making you let out a little mpgh noise against his mouth.
His body molds on top of you, his tongue buried inside you mouth, and for just a few minutes, you choose to forget what took place fifteen minutes ago.
His mouth is hot on your neck, licking and biting, and you make a mental reminder to check for marks when you leave. But when his hips roll against yours, and you feel him pressing against your center, all thoughts go out the window.
...”Hey, Billy, what's going on? Did you take care of Y/N?”
You freeze, eyes worriedly staring at the locked door, “Oh no.”
“I guess I better tell him.” Billy says and gets off of you reluctantly, “Stay right here.”
You watch him smile before unlocking the door, “What the hell, man, what's going on?”
“I gotta talk to you about Y/N.”
Billy closes the door, leaving you alone in the bedroom with your thoughts. You were now in deep with these two. You were an accomplice to their crimes.
...Well, at least you weren't dead.
