We Have An Understanding • {Billy Butcher x OC}

Black Nior

            It was hell leaving that place, especially with Butcher's piss poor attitude about leaving Becca behind. Getting back over to the wall and getting to the car was a fucking nightmare. Starting to drive back, that's when the screaming started. "Butcher, you should've been more careful getting there, since-" "I don't want to fucking hear it from you," He grumbled. This wasn't the time, so I  just kept silent and stared at the road. A minute passed and Butcher started shouting, "She fucking told you, and you knew this whole time. You should've had my back, and told me everything!" "I couldn't break my fucking promise to her! She told me about the things you'd do, and that it'll kill you!" He turned to me and screamed, "Like you give a shit, you cow!" "I DO CARE ABOUT YOU, FUCKWIT!!"

       "YOU DID THIS SHIT, BECAUSE YOU WANT ME ALL TO YOURSELF!! YOU'RE JUST A GREEDY BITCH WHO WANTED TO SPLIT US APART!" He yelled at me. I went back to the road and made a sharp turn to the left to stop next to some kind of bar. "Get the fuck out..." We looked at each other. His eyes were hard and stone, while mine was slightly glowing and filling with tears. Billy didn't say anything to that, just stared at me...I fucking hated it. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE GOD DAMN CAR!" I yelled at him, seeing him jump a bit. The silence was deadly, "Do what you do best and drink until you can't feel shit. When you feel like passing out, call me when you get the address." He eventually got out and slammed the door behind him, and I quickly drove off to the nearest motel. 

       Getting into the room, my mind raced. He said that I didn't care for him? I don't care?! I've been protecting that mother fucker since day one, and I don't care about him!? He's lucky I didn't sell him for millions of dollars, that son of a bitch! Without thinking, I started punching holes in the wall rapidly and only stopping when the blood started to smear. Taking in a deep breath, I undressed quickly to go and take a shower. About 10 to 15 minutes passed until I heard my phone go off. I finally got out and saw the phone flash his name. Sound professional and cold, that's what he deserves now. I cleared my throat before answering, "Hello?" He sounded more quiet compared to last time and...depressed. "Myra, look-" "215 West 94th Street, you get the bed on the left," Quickly hanging up. He doesn't deserve anything, not a god damn ounce of what I have!

       Butcher showed up to the motel, and I opened the door without looking at him. Walking in, I glanced back to see him looking over at the holes in the walls. "I'm sor-" "Fucking don't, Butcher..." Clean and in some new clothes, I sat on my bed and looked up at him with defeat and exhausting. He had bruises and cuts all over his face, and his hand held a bag of stuff he apparently bought. Looking at me with almost genuine hurting, "Please, just let me-" "NO!" My body jumped up and got into his face, "No, you don't get to yell at me about not giving a shit and keeping something from you!! You can't do that! I care for you so fucking much Butcher...and Becca, and you saying that I just wanted to split you two up?! You don't get to apologize for any of that, so own the fuck up to it!" He didn't say a word to that, just stared at back at me with a bummed out expression. We both turned away from each other, Butcher going for the door, until I said something. 

        "Black Nior started taking notes and review security cameras, and saw you once you got over that wall. My guess, he's about to be on our asses in an hour or 3 at least," I said. The sound of his footsteps got closer to me, turning around to look at him, he grabbed my wrist. He said to me, "Come with me." "Butcher, just leave me here. I'm tired, and I'll catch up with you." Pulling away to try and go to bed, he pulled me back harshly and held me by the shoulders. "Please," He begged. "...At this moment...you're my rock. I need you there, Myra. Deep down inside, you know you need me too." I couldn't break the silence, just staring back into the eyes that I now hated and also loved. Yanking my arm out of his hand, I walked around to the door and looked back at him to throw him the keys.