𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 | 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆

Guest over night | Chapter 4

SUDDENTLY SHE REMEMBERED SOMETHING completely different when she was almost home and had to pass Billy's and Max's house again. Even from a distance she saw: the Camaro was in front of the house, of course.
So he really had been driving completely drunk. She didn't know exactly why, but somehow it annoyed her enormously.
Not only because he was endangering everyone else on the road, but also himself. How little did one's own life have to be worth when one put it at risk while driving drunk?

As she got closer, she noticed that there was actually someone else in the car. Cautiously, she approached the car and crouched down a bit in front of the driver's door. She narrowed her eyes a bit to see better in the darkness. And sure enough, Billy himself was sitting in the driver's seat, slumped back, leaning heavily against his seat. His head was tilted slightly to the side so that Rose could see directly into his face.
He seemed to be asleep. I wonder if, in his condition, he had only managed to drive here, but not get out and go into the house to his bed.
Rose hesitated for a moment. She definitely wasn't the kind of person to just leave someone alone in a situation like this. However, this was Billy fucking
Hargrove. It was because of him that she now had this laceration in the first place, because he absolutely had to provoke everything and everyone. She sighed loudly. She couldn't just leave him there.

Rose carefully and quietly tried to open the car door and she was lucky, it was open. Then she didn't really know what to do. Should she wake him up? And if so, how would he react? However, she had no other choice, so without a half awake state, she wouldn't get him away. She tapped him gently and said softly:

"Billy?"

"Hmmm..." came a low, grumbling sound from him. Okay, that was good, so he wasn't completely shot down. He's still responding.

"You can't sleep here, come with me, I'll let you sleep at my place." There was no other way, after all, she couldn't go into someone's house at 3 a.m with a drunk son. Who knows what his parents were like.

Billy does not react.

"Come on" Rose said urgently and tried to put her arm around his upper body and pull a little to get him to get out of the car. That actually worked a little better, he now moved along a bit and actually got out of the car. However, he leaned right back against his car there and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground. Rose had too little strength to stop him. She sighed again, pulled the key from the engine, closed the Car door and then locked the car. She pocketed the keys, then went back to trying to get Billy to get up.

"Come on, it's not that far. Only two houses down, you still have to make it..." she said quietly to him and now he opened his eyes a little. He looked almost pitiful, sitting there completely exhausted and blinking at her.

"What do you want?" he said, very dazed and having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"I want you to get up and come to my place. You need to sleep it off." Billy grumbled softly again and moved slowly. Rose held her arm down to him so he had something to hold onto and he took that opportunity. He stood up jerkily, almost pulling Rose into him. At the last second, however, she was able to hold on.
Billy was now standing there, very wobbly on his feet, but he was standing.

"Good, now come on" She hesitantly took his hand to lead him to her house. He allowed that too. She was unsure if he was getting it right. His hand was slightly sweaty, but still warm and somehow soft too. It felt very strange to hold hands with Billy Hargrove. It was so unlike him.

With a gentle tug she pulled him along and slowly they moved forward. After about 10 minutes, normally it took 2 minutes to go two houses further, they finally arrived.

Rose now let go of Billy to unlock the door. At this moment, however, he swayed a lot, had apparently sought a hold on her hand. Therefore she took
she quickly took the front door key in her left hand to grab it again with her right hand.

When the door was unlocked, they both went into the house and Roselyn locked the door from the inside. She hoped very much that her parents would not come down to check on her, because explaining the situation would already be awkward. A drunk blond guy in her hand and a laceration on her face, a shirt stinking of beer and it was certainly almost 4 in the morning by now. Things looked good for her though, she couldn't hear anything from upstairs. The problem was that she had to go up there with Billy now, since her room was also on the top floor. She therefore pulled him towards the stairs and said in a whisper:

"Careful, stairs"

So it took almost 10 minutes again for the two of them to get to the top. Fortunately, her room was right next to the stairs, so she opened the room door
and led Billy in, still holding his hand. Rose closed the door quietly behind her, careful not to let go of his hand, so that he wouldn't fall again. She flipped on the light switch, then led him over to her bed and nudged him slightly to take a seat. This was only moderately successful, however, as he almost immediately toppled off to the side. There he lay now, drunk, so dazed that he had just come along without talking back. Rose still put his legs in the bed, took off his shoes and also fumbled his leather jacket off him somehow, so that he lay there only in his pants.

In the light of her ceiling lamp she now also recognized a slightly blue cheek. Had he had another fight with someone after Steve? Or had he
fallen?

The whole situation was more than curious anyway. She had practically held hands with Billy, a drunken Billy, while she had a gash on her forehead and had put him in her bed late at night.

She looked at him again. Asleep like this, he looked almost peaceful, not like an absolute macho man who drank beer from a hose and acted
insinuating and sometimes aggressive.

Rose was just about to tuck him in when he abruptly grabbed her hand and opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here? What are you doing?" he tried to say aloud, but his voice half broke off.

"For God's sake!" she brought out, startled. Her heart was beating wildly, she was so frightened. Billy seemed to have a brief waking moment and wanted to sit up. But Rose immediately put her hand on his bare, sweaty chest and wanted to push him back.
Billy, however, braced himself. Amazing, even fall drunk he was really strong.

"Please don't get upset now! I know it's not your thing, but my little sister and my parents are asleep and I'd really appreciate it, if it stayed that way.
Just sleep it off and then you can go." Her hand was still on his chest. Billy looked at her for a moment, then looked down at the hand on his body. He looked like he was about to say something, but decided apparently against it. He allowed the pressure of the hand now and lay back down. Rose nodded her thanks, pulled the blanket up to Billy's shoulders and stood up.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" With that she walked to the door, turned out the light and walked out of the room. Billy said nothing more, for he had already fallen asleep again.