𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 | stranger things
❝ don't fuck with the babysitter! ❞
in which the teenagers of hawkins, indiana
band together to fight against the forces of
evil tormenting their home town...
𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨...
˚⋆ ┊ ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING ┊ ⋆˚ ☆⋅⋆ ─ act i. don't you want me, baby?
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CHAPTER SEVEN - after school special ( episode three ; the pollywog )
- warnings:emotional abuse !! billy hargrove i hate u
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⠀⠀ GUILT SWIRLED IN THE PIT OF HER STOMACH AS THE IMAGE of Steve waiting solemnly played over and over in her mind. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, which was rather unusual considering most of the time she very much so was. Still, Peyton's patience with Billy's careless driving and loud music was clearly wearing thin.
"Weren't you supposed to wait for Max?" she asked, more to make conversation than start an argument. But, of course, Billy couldn't even do that.
"Screw it," he shrugged, smirking even at the idea of the young teen having to find her way home by herself, "That little shit can skate home," glancing around briefly to see whether Peyton was as amused as himself, he soon found that she was less than amused at that idea
Yet still, she held back her urges to lecture and instead opted for a simple scold of, "You can't say that about your sister," Billy's expression fell once again. Something that Peyton had become rather familiar with. Smirking one second, cursing her out the next.
"Don't call her that," he snapped back, all trace of cockiness now gone as his glower matched the blonde's
"What?" questioned Peyton, more confused than upset.
"Sister," spat Billy, glancing over in disgust as he continued with his careless lack of attention to the road, "She's not my sister,"
Peyton didn't know how she was still shocked at the stupidity of the words that left Billy Hargrove's mouth. Max wasn't in any way a bad kid, and yet still Billy was persistent in his hatred toward her. As if it were her fault his dad was an asshole. That his mom left and now he was forced to live in some shitty town in Indiana instead of seaside California. In fact, she was probably just as sad, just as hateful, but much much smaller.
Brows knitting together in more disgust than confusion, Peyton didn't know why she left it so long before speaking up. Maybe she was trying to give Billy a chance to take his words back, to prove he didn't mean to be so cruel to his kid sister. Fingertips snaking through the rips in her jeans, Peyton dug her nails into her skin, breathing deeply as she resisted the urge to grab the wheel and veer them into some old tree just so she didn't have to stare at her should-be ex's smug smirk any longer. But rather than causing an event that would surely put them on the cover of the Hawkins Post, Peyton's glower turned to a wry, twisted smile, unable to contain her amused chuckles.
