Wrong House (Billy x reader)

Chapter 2

          Time kept on ticking by. The woman shut her book with a small huff. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 4 in the morning and the man on her bed was still out cold. "Do I sit here and stare, pour water on him, or clean the blood around my house?" She asked herself. Pouring water on the stranger was tempting but she thought better of it. She then pouted knowing that the now dried blood needed to be cleaned before someone caught a glimpse through a window. The woman pulled her hair into a ponytail as she stood up. "Well you sure aren't going to clean the mess up are you?" She jokingly asked the unconscious man.

                About an hour had passed when she had managed to clean most of the blood trail. She wiped a few beads of sweat from her (s/c) brow. Before making her way back to the bedroom she made sure to put the cleaning supplies away.

               Early dawn light had started to peak through the thin (f/c) drapes drawn over the windows in the bedroom. Sighing to herself the young woman gently lifted the gauze to check the wound and clean it. As she pressed the cold wet cotton ball to the stitched wound the man awoke with a start. He sat up fast reaching for a knife that had long been thrown into the kitchen sink.

          "Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my house?!" Billy nearly yelled aggressively.

           "Your house? Look around, you are in MY house. Lay down you'll rip your stitches." She replied, gently yet sternly pushing him back down to the bed. His breathing was panicked as he took in his surroundings. " My name is (y/n) and last night I watched you break in and drag your bloody self to my bedroom and collapse on MY bed. You're lucky I'm no stranger to dealing with stab wounds." (y/n) said. She flicked his forehead as he tried to sit up again. "You rip those stitches and I'll bury you in my backyard." She said with a straight face that slightly worried the young man. Getting the idea he laid back down without any argument.

       "No cops. Names Billy by the way. Do you always take in potential murderers?" He told his caretaker.

          "No shit no cops. Do you think I want those assholes snooping around? I don't usually take in murderers but you would've died If I hadn't and I doubt you'd want to be dumped at the emergency room." She retorted. Billy sighed in relief, at least he didn't have to worry about going to prison.

            "Yeah, that woulda been bad. Where did my knife go?" He asked hesitantly. He really hoped that he didn't just out himself as a killer, Billy knows that the knife would've been caked in blood last night. He hadn't had time to clean it when he was running away from the crime scene bleeding.

           "You take terrible care of that thing. It's in the kitchen sink and it'll stay there until I clean it. You are going to stay in this bed." Her voice was stern. She knew he was itching to get out of here but she also knew that he'd probably bleed out if he left.