𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐓𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞, 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜-𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐧
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞
Annoyance filled your body as Stu sat on the couch laughing dramatically and talking loudly to his friends. You didn’t like going to the parties Stu hosted because he paid no attention to you. He only cared about his stupid friends and impressing him, leaving you to baby a drunk Stu at the end of the night.
“Baby, go grab us a coupla beers okay?”
“Stu this is the third time-”
“Please?” He poked out his bottom lip. “This is the last time. I'll give you 20 bucks.”
You squint your eyes. “50.”
“Okay fuck. 50.”
You got up from the couch and squeezed past a few people to get to the garage. The room was humid and eerie, so you quickly clicked on the light and walked down the wooden stairs to get to the fridge. Bending over, you looked for the brand of beers Stu liked.
Behind you, the lights were cut off.
“Fuck.” You cursed but still didn't make any urgent moves. You picked up four beers and closed the door. You jumped seeing a person in a ghostface mask and cloak on by the garage entrance.
“Stu. Is that you?”
The person shook their head. “Okay well…maybe you shouldn't wear that around Sidney.”
The person slowly walked down the stairs, backing you away from the garage stairs. “This isn't fucking funny. Back the fuck up.”
The figure drew a knife and you gasped as he slashed it at you. You dropped the beer bottles and around the garage, throwing storage bins down to block their path to you. Quickly, you tried to dash to the garage door but got tackled down by the person. You screamed but your mouth was quickly covered by the perpetrator. Reaching up, you gripped the mask and slid it off, exposing your boyfriend's best friend.
“Billy?!” You gasped in fear.
Billy groaned and kept a tight grip on your wrists to stop you from moving any more.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
Realization dawned on your face, he was more than serious about trying to kill you. “You killed all those people….”
“Not just me.” He stated.
You shook your head in confusion.
“Stu. Y/n. You’re sleeping with my partner in crime.”
You felt a surge of anger and kicked Billy in the groin, causing him to groan and write on the floor in pain. “Are you fucking sick?!”
“You knew I was sick baby.” He chuckled whilst on the ground.
“How would your best friend feel if he found out you tried to kill his girlfriend?!”
“Who do you think sent me?”
Your heart dropped. Stu sent Billy to kill you? Why?
“He knows?”
“Nah.” Billy leans his head against the ground. “He’s just a little…ya know.”
You crossed your arms and shook your head, looking down at Billy. “And you were actually gonna do it.” Your voice cracked and Billy looked at you with a somber expression.
“I was....I'm supposed to. I haven't decided on it yet.”
“You-”
“Hey!” He interrupted. “I decided not to…just to give you a good scare. But now that you know….killing you would benefit me more.” He shrugged. “If I kill you now…Stu won’t be mad. You can’t tell Sidney about us, and no one would know I'm the killer……but I do enjoy your company…a lot more than I should.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “You know I slowed down on the killings after we started fucking you know.” He approached you slowly. “So I guess that means you do benefit me in some way.”
You placed your hands on your head and groaned. This was deeper than a sadistic prick going around town killing teenagers, these were your friends, your lovers doing this for the fun of it.
“If I let you go. You need to disappear for a bit.”
“What?”
“Listen.” He grabbed your arm tightly. “I can’t let you back in there…Stu needs to think you’re dead and gone. And you can’t go home either because Tatum or Sid might visit.”
“So where the fuck do I go you dipshit?!”
Billy looked to the doggie door that was on the garage door. “You hide out in my backseat and I drive you to my place, yeah?”
“I’m not sitting in your backseat for hours!” You bickered back at him.
“It’s either that or the knife!” He said harshly.
You weighed your options and sighed deeply. You went over to the dog door and looked back at him, angrily before getting on your hands and knees and start to crawl through.
Billy walked over to the door and clicked the garage button, making the mechanisms hum. You screamed loudly and pulled yourself back, looking at Billy and whimpering. He was laughing and clicked the button again, causing the garage door to go back down, leaving the two of you in the empty garage with the echoes of his laughter. “It's not funny!” You snapped, feeling yourself tear up.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”
You crawled out the door and avoided detection from any of the partygoers. You found Billy’s car and tugged on the back door, opening it and getting in the backseat as he told you.
There was no way to trust he wasn’t leading you to your death, but here you were.
Hours passed and you sat in the backseat, wondering why you didn’t just call for help, why you didn’t just snitch on Billy and Stu and end this town’s horror. As every hour passed the less you wanted to be entrapped in the car. The urge to get out and scream for help increased.
One more hour passed before Billy finally got in the front seat, dumping the ghost mask and suit in the back seat near you and starting the car. He said nothing as he pulled away from Stu’s home, and it made you nervous. You watched him through the rearview mirror, studying his frustrated face. He locked eyes with you in the mirror, and began talking. “He didn’t even care, you know. He got off on the fact you’ll be found in a ditch soon.”
You looked out the window, watching the trees and fields pass by. “Why did he wanna kill me?” You asked again.
“Tatum is his type so he needed a way to get with her without fucking up the friendship dynamic.”
“So his solution was to kill me!”
“I just made all that up.” Billy scoffed. “So fucking gullible. That’s probably why, you're such a dumbass. How the fuck would I know why he wants you dead. He just does.”
You leaned against the back seat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You weren’t the nicest to Stu at times, and you certainly weren;t the perfect girlfriend…cheating on him…stuff like that, but you didn’t think it would end up in a murder plot against you.
“Stop that.” Billy scolded. “You’re no saint and neither am I….but you don’t deserve this…for once.”
You wiped your eyes and nodded. “How was the rest of the party? Did anyone notice me gone.”
“The girls yeah.” He turned onto a highway. “But I fucked Sid’s brains out so i’m sure that’ll have her distracted for a while.”
You smiled softly, “Finally.”
The two of you made it to Billy’s home, which was lightless and dark, due to the fact his parents weren’t there. He led you to the garage, where he spent most of his time, or so he said. None of you had actually been to his place, so seeing his abode felt very intimate. He let you into the garage and you saw a decorated room with a bed, posters, and sketches everywhere. You walked over to the drawers and the vinyl stacks he had. Billy huffed and sat on the mattress.
“This is not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?” He asked.
“I don’t know…you don’t take me as an artist. Not a person who draws anyways.”
He grunts and stares at the ceiling. You took off your jacket and shoes, getting into the bed next to him. You laid on his chest and watched as he pondered. “Why do you sleep in the garage and not that beautiful house out there?”
“That's not home.” He says. “A home…has a family in it. And it’s warm, and…rustic. Nothing in there has been used, it's cold, and no one is ever there. Barely.”
“You could make it a home.”
“Don’t need all that space. And I need privacy.”
You looked around, this did seem like a ‘Billy hideout’ by definition.
“Not even a crinkle in the sheets. We have a housekeeper that comes and cleans nothing.”
Things had been really rough for Billy after his mother left, and you knew almost nothing about it. Pillowtalk didn’t really exist with Billy, it did, but it wasn't the share-your-deepest-darkest-secrets-and-profess-your-love kind of pillow talk.
“Billy-”
“I killed Sidney’s mom a year ago.”
You sat up quickly and looked at him in horror. “What?!”
Sidney was almost inconsolable after the death of her mother, and Billy, along with you and the rest of the friend group comforted her, making sure she would never have to go through anything alone again. You slept over at Sidneys for four months after the death of her mother.
“Her mom was a whore.”
“Billy thats not-”
“If she hadn’t fucked my dad….”
You placed your hand over Billy’s lips, which caused him to furrow his eyebrows. “You’re getting yourself riled up.”
Billy took a deep breath and slapped your hand from his mouth. “If she hadn’t fucked my dad we wouldn’t be in this predicament would we?”
“Why didn’t you take revenge on…I don't know, your dad?!”
Billy’s eyes relaxed and he smirked. “Why would I do that?”
You groaned and shook your head. “I think you’re the mad one.”
“I’m sorry? Did I not just save your life from your crazy boyfriend.”
“And I ended up with an even crazier son of a bitch.”
Billy was quick to grab your throat and pin you under him, causing you to gasp and grab his wrist in fear. You looked at him in horror as he tightened his grip. He was going to strangle you.
“Billy no!” You choked out. Billy squeezed tighter and tighter until he leaned down and pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. He released his grip and you coughed under him, crying softly as the heat of the moment ended. “You’re so easy to scare.” He used his thumb to wipe your tears.
You hic’ed and tried to push him away from you. “It’s not funny.”
“Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry.” He placed another kiss on your cheek.
Billy got up from the bed and went over to his vinyl stacks, he dug through them for a bit before putting on some relaxing music. You didn’t know the band or genre, but you were too frozen in shock to care. You heard his belt unbuckle and shifting before he got back into bed with you.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He caressed your cheek. “You just need to learn when to shut the fuck up okay?”
You nodded, and he placed another kiss on your lips. You didn’t reciprocate. He kept kissing your lips, then your neck, then your cheek, then your collar bone.
“I won’t stop til you forgive me.”
You felt his hands go under your arms, causing a giggle to emit from your throat.
“See? You can't even stay mad.”
“I am mad!” You giggled as he continued to tickle you. “Stop! You’re cheating.”
He continued tickling you until you sat up and shoved him. The two of you panted as the fight was over, and you scanned him, noting how he was only in his boxers now. He tilted his head and you groaned.
“Billy no.”
“Cmon, it's been a long night.”
“Billy you just fucked Sidney.”
“You think I came from that?” He scoffed.
You shook your head, “You are hell on earth.” You moved to take off your shirt, and Billy wasted no time grabbing you by your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He leaned against his headboard and peppered kisses on your chest as he unclasped your bra. Throwing your bra onto the garage floor he redirected himself to your tits, kissing and sucking on your nipples, causing you to writhe and moan.
Your noises made a beeline right to his dick, causing him to pull you down onto his hardening member. You held his head and groaned as he sucked on your breasts, taking his time to stimulate you.
His hands trailed down your waist and began tugging at your shorts. You used your right hand to unbutton your jean shorts and shifted away from him to slide them off. He grunted from the loss of contact. He was right on your wavelength, sliding off your panties right after the shorts and throwing them aside. Billy pulled you right back into his lap, moaning as he latched onto your lips.
“You're so needy tonight.” You said between breaths.
“I just need to come.” He pulled you back to kiss him. You began rocking your hips, creating friction between the both of you. He pulled away and looked down, watching how you wettened a spot on his boxers. He hummed and guided your hips, mumbling and panting as pleasure filled his body.
“Get up.” He said.
You rolled to your side and he quickly yanked down his boxers, springing excitedly in front of you.
He moved to climb on top of you but you clicked your tongue.
“Condom. You just fucked Sid.”
“With the only condom I had.” He mumbled in your neck and began rubbing his tip between your folds. You groaned softly and mentally chastised him. “I promise.” He kissed your neck.
“I need you.” He tested the limits by sticking the tip in and pulling out, causing you to moan in need.
“Okay fuck it.”
Billy entered you with a swift motion and you both let out a synchronous groan. He held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you. You squealed and drug your nails along his back, stopping right above his buttocks and digging into the skin. Billy hissed and nipped at your bottom lip, moving more vigorously above you. You throbbed around him and he faltered, shivering above you.
“Don't fucking do that. Don't. Don't.” He pleaded into your neck as his strokes got more sloppy.
“Don't do what?” You whimpered as you did it again, causing him to hiss and strain as he held back.
“I'm gonna fucking come inside of you.” He kissed behind your ear. “You fucking asked for it. You wanted this.”
“No!” You moaned in delight. You could protest all you wanted, but you felt too good to get him off of you. The two of you panted louder, moaned louder, fucked harder until the two of you came undone in each others embrace. You curled your toes and panted breathless and he filled you up.
Billy rolled on his side and stared at the ceiling as he caught his breath. He sighed and patted your stomach twice before getting up.
As predicted, Tatum and Sidney began putting up missing posters for you, and Stu had to go around school acting like the heartbroken, devastated boyfriend.
Afterschool, Tatum was the one to comfort Stu, rubbing his back as Sidney and Randy came up with ideas as to where you went. Billy was pretty indifferent to it all, knowing you were probably laid out on his bed listening to music. Stu listened to Randy and Sidney, but his mind wandered, looking over at Billy, and then the floor, where he saw a familiar pair of panties hanging from the pocket of Billy’s backpack.
