Bad for You (Billy x OC)

What's Wrong With Him?

I walk back inside and Billy is still on the floor. I look around at the mess, still unable to believe what I've seen. I crouch down next to him, there wasn't enough in the syringe to put him to sleep, but it was enough to put him out of his senses. Billy stares off to the side, unable to look at me. How could he do all of this? I know he's had a mean streak, but I never thought he'd be capable of hurting Steve as badly as he had, destroying the house in the process. 

"Why?" I hear Billy say, almost whispering. I look down at him, but he still isn't looking at me. "Why what?" I ask. He lets out a huff and turns his head, I can tell he's having trouble moving around. "Why are you here? With them?" He asks again, he's angry, but the drugs are making it hard for him to focus. I can't think of an excuse, I grab both of his hands, "I'll explain later, but right now we need to get you out of here." I use all of my weight and try to pull him up, but he's bigger than me, so I struggle for a bit. When I finally get him up, I throw his arm around me and lug him awkwardly to the back door and out to my car. Steve thought it would be good to leave it there incase someone came so they'd think no one was home. Too bad that didn't work out. 

Billy slumps into the car and I quickly run around to get in and start the car. "What are you doing?" Billy starts to slur his words and I can tell the sedative is starting to make him tired. I can't keep him here, if the demodogs already came, they could come back. I start driving away from the house. I can't take him home because then I'd have to explain Billy's drugged and beaten state. We make it halfway through town and I decide my house is the only option. Dad is working, so he can try and sleep it off there. 

When we get to my house, I struggle to get Billy's almost lifeless body out of the car and into the house. I stumble and he almost falls, knocking a lamp off of a table in the living room. I drag him into my room and he falls onto the bed. I lean over to catch my breath, all that muscle makes him really heavy, I can barely believe I got him here. My bedroom door opens and I spin around to see my sister walking in rubbing her eyes, she must've been asleep. "Hey, what's all that noise?" She asks, freezing in place when she sees Billy sprawled across my bed and me standing in front of her. Her jaw drops as she looks at him, then me and then him again. She finally settles her attention on me, "what are you doing?" the shock clear in her voice. I struggle to find and answer so I rush her out of my room and into hers, closing my door behind me. "I promise to explain later, but can you please just help me take care of him." I say clutching her shoulders. She's still a little dazed after just waking up to find her sister sneaking a boy into the house. "I mean yeah, but why is he here? I didn't hear his car- wait? Take care of him? What's wrong with him?" she asks. Shit, I don't know what to say. "I think he just needs some water, or something? I don't really know." I stumble to find the words without telling her too much. 

She looks at me suspiciously, taking a few seconds before finally waving her hands at me, "let me take a look." She sighs and walks back into my room to a now almost completely asleep Billy. "Did he get hit by a truck or something?" She asks noticing the bruising on his face and the bloody lip. Billy lets out a groan, it sounds like he's trying to say something but its too jumbled to understand. Amelia pulls his eyelid up and examines his pupil, when she leans back up she walks back out of the room, quietly closing the door. "What kind of drugs did you give him?" She asks, making me stammer, "I- I-" Amelia laughs, "kidding kidding, I know he's just drunk." A wave of relief washes over me, and she continues, "funny you don't reak of anything, but I guess you wouldn't drink and drive if he was this bad." I nod quickly and go along with the cover story my sister is forming without even realizing. She shrugs again, "just give him some water and let him sleep it off like Dad." She starts to go back into her room before looking back at me, she looks like she's about to say something, but she shakes her head instead. "Just make sure you get him out before Dad notices." She warns and then closes her door. 

I go to the kitchen to fill a glass of water, "shit." I whisper to myself. Max still isn't home. I go to the phone and dial hoping for someone to pick up. "Hello?" I hear a womans voice, thank goodness. "Hi is this the Hargrove residence? I was calling for Max's parents." I say through the phone, "Yes! yes this is Maxine's mother, have you heard from her?" I feel awful that Max's mom is so worried but try to smile and lie calmly. "Yes, I'm so sorry, Max is actually with me. It's Julie by the way." I hear her sigh, "oh Julie, thanks for letting me know, but what is she doing there so late?" She asks, clearly less stressed than when she answered. "Well Mrs. Hargrove, she's actually spending the night with my younger sister. They met when we were with Nancy Wheeler and her brothers and..." I go on to explain that Max has made friends with the kids and that we'd invited her for a slumber party, "we just thought it'd be nice for her to have a girls night, my sister just forgot to give you a call when she got here, and I guess she forgot to say anything to Billy before she left." I continue to lie, "They're already asleep but I could wake Max for you if you want to talk to her," please say no. Please. Say. No. "No," I hear her say, "Thats just fine, just make sure she comes straight home. Thank you for calling, goodnight dear." I quickly hang up. At least that's done. Billy's parents will think he's still out looking for her, and that she's safe here. Which she's not. Crap.