April 10th 1985
Billy slammed the door to his house and jogged down the steps of the porch, slightly squinting to see them in the dark. The rain patted off his leather jacket as he marched to his car, listening as the front door opened and closed once again.
"Billy! Get your ass back in this house!" Neil yelled, stopping at the edge of the porch. Billy ignored him, something he never would have done in his life. But right now, he needed to see you...there was no question, he just had to be out of that house.
"You gonna go to that fucking party or go see your little whore!?"
Billy ignored the snide remark and got into his car, wiping the blood from his brow as he started the engine, the lights turning on and revealing his father standing there with a scowl on his face as he yelled his next insult. "You're a fucking pussy! Just a goddamn coward who doesn't deserve shit!"
The boy white-knuckled the steering wheel before slamming his foot on the gas. Billy didn't even take a second look at his father, his eyes were locked straight on the road as he sped off. His tires squealed as they moved along the asphalt, rain pattering against his window like small footsteps.
The whole situation dawned on him as he drove. The argument at dinner over an 'attitude' that Billy never gave, the glass that was thrown at his face before he was pinned to the wall by his dad, how he beat him bloody until he apologized, and of course how he ran out of the house to go to his true home.
Once he made it to your house, he quickly let the key drop from his visor and into his hand before he got out of his car and ran up to the door. He unlocked it and immediatley shut it behind him.
"(Y/n)?" He projected up the stairs, listening to hear the return of silence. After a moment, he heard footsteps as your mother came to the edge of the stairs. "Billy, didn't expect you to be here tonight. (Y/n) had a tutoring session today and should be home soon..." She peered down at his face, seeing how it was slightly scratched up.
"Oh god, did you get into another fight with Steve?" She went down the stairs into the kitchen, pulling a bag of peas from the frezzer and tossing it to him before getting a wet towel. "Not exactly." He replied, earing a curious look from her before her eyes slightly widened.
"Oh no...please don't tell me..." She handed him the towel with a sad look in her eyes, watching as his expression sunk. Her heart twinged, she knew from experince with you how hard it was to deal with your father...she couldn't imagine if he ever did this to you.
"Did you want to talk about it?"
Your mothers question caught him off guard. It had been so long since he had had a mother figure that it was almost foreign to him to feel parental support. "Yeah." He replied, following her as they went and sat in the living room.
Billy sat hunched over on the couch as he explained everything about his parents, the abuse, the divorce, even his mother leaving out of the blue. Your mother sat attentively in the chair across from him as she listened to his every word. She felt horrible for him. He had been through so much and kept it all in...his mother had been gone from his life for 8 years and he was left with an abusive father.
"...I can't tell anyone though. If the court system fails, he'll fucking kill me." Billy let his knee bounce anxiously, hands clasping together as he held back his tears. "I miss my mom. She was the one thing I had and she just left me...did she not love me?"
Your mom leaned over to him and started to soothingly rub his back, "No sweetheart, I don't think that at all. I went through something similar with (Y/n) and her father." She admitted, getting the boys gaze to flick up to her.
