PSYCHOPATHS [+18] SCREAM

Chapter 5

I sat at the edge of the bed not moving after I called Billy. I couldn't stop staring at the dark purple hickey he left, as if to mark me as his.

Thinking of that just made me cry even harder. Knowing Billy would be showing up soon, I put on a robe. I suddenly hear Billy yelling my name from downstairs. "I'm up here."

Billy comes running up the stairs and around the corner. He sees me and immediately cradles my face. "Are you okay?"

Mhm," I nod holding on to him tight.

"Angel, on the phone you sounded so scared," He says worried, I bury my head more into his chest while he rubs my back.

"What happened." He questioned checking me for injuries. "I...just wanted to talk." I lie, I didn't want Billy to get hurt. Calling Stu crossed my mind but Billy felt like an instinct.

"I'll explain just can you please straighten up downstairs before my mom gets here?". I ask moving out of his arms toward my dresser to get new clothes.

He gives me a questioning look. "Oh, I had a mental breakdown." I lie

Billy nods in understanding before noticing my thigh strap and picking it up off the floor with a raised eyebrow. I quickly snatch it "Like I said I'll explain."

He puts his hands up surrendering while backing out of the room. I quickly close the door and practically rip off the dress the killer manipulated me into wearing. I threw it in the can near me planning to burn it later.

I quickly get dressed into a two-piece pajama set, with shorts that were long enough to cover up the killer's mark left behind.

I decide to join Billy downstairs with cleaning but when I come down I see he's taken care of everything as if the killer was never here.

I walk into the kitchen to see him rolling a blunt. He notices me walk in and pauses, "Smoke and talk?" He offered to hold up the half-rolled blunt.

I smile, I needed that after the day I've had. "Let's go to my room."

He rolled the rest as we walked up the stairs.
I was going to sit on my bed but flashes of the killer's head between my legs made me move to the loveseat in front of my bed instead.

Billy sits beside me and moves my legs on top of his.

He looks at me like he's about to say something but I quickly cut him off. "My dad was having an affair." Billy's mouth closes as he lights the joint in his hand.

"I guess he wasn't happy, and instead of being a man about it, he cheated. My mom instantly started drinking, her final breaking point was when my dad accused her of setting his girlfriend up for murder" Billy gave me a shocked look as he passed me the joint.

"Yeah not only was Maureen Prescott fucking Cotton Weary, but she was also stringing along my dad too."

"Is that why you hate Sidney?, for her mom breaking up your family" he questions, It was my turn to look shocked I thought I hid it well that I didn't like her.

I inhale the smoke before answering " I don't hate her. It's just hard to look at her when her mom is the reason my family is shattered." Billy doesn't say anything but there's an understanding in his eyes.

He grabs my hand massaging it with his thumb, Immediately giving me butterflies I give him a reassuring smile before continuing.

"Anyway my parents got into a big fight that night, my dad left the house but he dragged me with him since he won custody." I tried to hold back tears as I took a long drag of the blunt looking away from him.

"My mom screamed and fought for me begging to have me back, but my dad was done with her, she was a drunk and he didn't want to lose me too."

I turn to Billy, feeling guilty. "I had no idea about the situation until I left. My dad became more strict and hard on me, he made me hide weapons on myself wherever I went. We even had a gun in every room."

"Wow... I don't remember him being that protective. Sounds like he loves you." he says his voice sounding a bit envious, and I rolled my eyes. I wish he did but looking back something changed.

"He did at one point, he started doing drugs. He was fired from his job for barely showing up. Every day he slowly stopped caring about me " I pass the blunt back to him, as I blow out the smoke. "He ended up with a lot of debts to pay off, and got mixed up in the wrong crowd."

I hesitate before continuing, "he let someone he owed into the house... he offered me to pay off his debt" Billy's bill eyes darken as he clenches his fists, I quickly speak up before he gets riled up.

"The guy didn't get what he wanted." He quickly relaxes, making me continue "But I was never the same that day. I packed my bags and headed here."

Billy eyes the thigh strap and gives me a raised eyebrow. "Oh, that? My best friend's dad was a hunter, he used to take us both hunting, it was a goodbye gift."

I suddenly realized the killer had taken my dagger. I hold my face groaning. "I swear to you, next time I'm taking a bat to that guy's nuts." He laughs grabbing my hands.

"Who?" he questioned me confused I stared at him for a moment. Do I want to tell him?  I look at his right hand and rub the familiar scar I bandaged years ago and four curved shapes embedded in it. My fingers barely brush it before he tenses and pulls away quickly as if I hurt him.

"Why do you do that?"

He shakes his head taking a deep breath as he clenches his fist I quickly grab his arm "You're hurting your hand,"

"Back off Amara," his boiled voice stops me in my tracks. I feel a dull ache in my chest as drop my hands from him. I refuse to look him in the eyes but I feel his hard stare on me. This was a bad idea. Why would I invite him here? He has a girlfriend.

"Okay. You should go," He scoffs before gripping my chin making me look up at him.

"I'm not going anywhere." I immediately blush at how close we are, I accidentally look down at his lips and then back to his eyes just to catch him doing the same.

Just as I think he'll kiss me I gasp as bends down and kisses my cheek, making my face redder. He grabs my hand, "You coming?"He asked tugging my arm.

I hesitate but follow him into bed. Billy lays flat on his back and lightly pulls me to his chest. " Sweet dreams Angel." He says kissing my head before massaging his fingers through my skull.