Always & Forever, Forever & Always

Rage-fuelled Night

TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter does include the mention/implication of domestic abuse and the description of both self-inflicted and involuntary injuries.

3rd Person POV:

Y/N slammed the front door behind her, storming away from her house. Her parents had found out about the tattoos and weren't exactly happy. If she knew before not to tell Lucas anything, she definetly knew now. All it took was a simple slip up at the dining table as we talked about Erica's temporary tattoos and suddenly, she's being yelled at by her parents for having 'demonic symbols permanently engraved on your body'. She held back tears as she stormed down the road, no exact destination in mind. She just needed space to clear her head and calm down before things got too out of hand. She'd been walking for a while before she realised that she didn't recognise the street she was on. She looked around for any form of indication of where she was. As she went along, yelling emerged from a nearby house. It was then she remembered: Max lives down here. She's had to drop off Max near here before as Billy forgot to wait for her at school. This eased Y/N and helped her remember the trailer park Eddie lives in isn't that far away. As she started walking in that direction, she heard a door slam and a car being unlocked. The engine revved as she heard it pull out of a nearby driveway. As it drives past me, the car is immediately recognisable. A blue Camaro. Billy's car. The car suddenly screeches to a halt.

Y/N's POV:

"Uhh" I audibly utter as his door opens. He steps out and turns to look at me. "The fuck do you want?" He spits out at me. "Excuse you! You just drove out like a fucking maniac and stopped in front of me so I can ask you the same thing." I countered, walking towards him. As I got closer, I could see he looked pretty beat up and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes intensified. I could also see that his eyes were red and his eyelids were puffy, like he'd been crying. His words and his posture were aggressive but I could tell from his face and various injuries that he needed help. "Get in the car." I simply state, moving past him and getting into the driver's seat. "Hey! What the fuck are you-" He yelled before I cut him off. "I'm not hearing your bullshit. Not tonight. Get in the fucking car." I demand. His eyes remained wide and seemingly offended as he walked around the car and got into the passenger's seat. As he sat down, I turn the engine back on and start driving. His radio blasted plays one of Billy's Jimi Hendrix CDs as I make my way to my house.

"What happened to you?" Billy asked, snapping me from my concentration. "You're not always this... bitchy, for lack of a better word. Also, pretty sure you live far from here, you couldn't just be wandering around." He added. "My parents found out about a tattoo I got yesterday and bitched at me about it. Apparently, I need their permission before I do anything to my own body. I guess I was wrong to think turning 18 would give me more freedom. I left cause I knew if I stayed any longer, the situation escalate to dangerous heights." As I rambled on, Billy seemed to resonate with what I said. "I get that. You're a fucking adult and more than that, you're your own person. You can't always appeal to your parents image of yourself forever." He sneered. I looked over at him, recognising that came from experience. "Exactly. Do you wanna talk about what happened?" I asked. He took a second before shaking his head. "Okay. That's fine." I acknowledged. Clearly something fucked up happened so I'm not gonna try and force an explaination out of him.

When we reached my street, I parked right outside of it. "Let's go from here." I state, turning off the engine and passing the keys to Billy. As we got out the car, I noticed him wincing as he hunched over to get through the doorframe. He locked his car and waited for me to take the lead. I slowly make my way towards my house, trying not to make our arrival that noticeable. I sneak us around to the side of my house and when we reach my window, I open it from the outside and climb through, landing on my windowsill which I had modified into a reading nook, fit with pillows and fluffy blankets. "You okay to jump up here?" I ask, remembering his injuries and that not all on them may be visible. "Of course I'll be fine. What do you take me for?" He slowly climbs through my window, landing on my pillows. He adjusted himself so he was sitting upright as I went to my door and locked it. He stripped off his jacket, politely placing it on the bed. "Could you close the window?" I ask him as I reach for my walkie-talkie on my desk.