Addicted (Billy Hargrove)

- nine -

- Billy Hargrove -

Song: I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

I pull up into the field after a while since Stacy gave me these shitty ass directions. I put the car in park and I get out. 

"Hold on" I say to her and I round the car to open the door for her. 

"Wow, such a gentleman" she says sarcastically. 

"That's what I'm known for" I say and she rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh. She grabs my arm to get me to start walking but lets go once I'm beside her. 

"How long do we have to walk?"

 "Until we reach the top" she says excitedly and I groan. "Stop complaining, it'll be worth it." 

"Whatever you say, gorgeous."

 We keep walking in quiet and I look over to see Stacy looking at the ground as she walks. I figure she is lost in thought, likely stressed out like she told me she has been earlier today. I feel horrible. I completely understand what it is like to not have a good relationship with your father. I don't think I want to tell her that, but I want her to know I am there for her. Oh, god, he better not beat her. She doesn't need to go through that. I try to ease her stress by grabbing her hand and holding it in mine as we walk up the hill. It feels awkward doing this, but what else am I supposed to do?

"Right here" she says as we reach a high point on the hill. She lets go of my hand and sits down in the grass. She pats next to her and I reluctantly sit down. Not that I mind, it is just fun to give her a hard time. Although I will probably have grass stains all over the ass of my jeans.

I look out onto the horizon and take in the view. The sun begins to set over the houses in the distance. On the field are some white flowers mixed in with the grass and weeds. 

"Not too bad, gorgeous."

"Not bad at all." She sighs. "Isn't it beautiful?"

I let out a grunt as a yes and pull out my cigarettes and lighter out of my back pocket. I light a one up and put the lighter and pack back in my pocket. I take a drag and blow the smoke out as I take in the true, natural beauty of the scene. She would have loved this.

"What are you thinking about?" I look at her. 

"Everyone looks so tiny" I lie. I point out to the little figures driving a garbage truck. 

"Yeah, no" she denies my lie.

"Right, well, what are YOU thinking about?"

She shifts uncomfortably. "Do you want an honest answer?"

"Would I be asking if I didn't?"

"Smart mouth" she teases. "Fine. I'm thinking about my brother."

"Again, Harrington won't know. You didn't tell them you were with me, did you?"

"No it's not that."

"Then why are you worried about your brother? He can handle himself."

"It's just-" she pauses before looking down in between her legs and shaking her head. "Never mind. You wouldn't get it."

"Try me."

She looks over at me before she sighs and gives in. "My dad's a real asshole. Blames us and my mom for everything. Doesn't take any accountability for his own actions. I'm worried about Steve being yelled at while I'm gone."

"Again, can't he handle himself?"

"We always are there for each other. We support each other when it happens. It's not easy going through a fight by yourself" she admits.

"I swear if that son of a bitch puts his hands on you-"

"No its not like that" she interrupts and a little wave of relief comes over me. I mean it's not like I care or anything. "Its more... verbal. He doesn't hit us." I almost speak up to relate to her. I mean my dad does hit me, but he also will scream in my face. Which is verbal, right? But I will not share my life story and spill all of my shit on Harrington's little sister. Why the fuck would I do that? 

"But yeah, it's just a lot to deal with" Stacy speaks up, pulling me out of my little daze.

"I bet" I reply, blowing out smoke. Suddenly Stacy yanks the cigarette that was hanging out of my mouth and puts it in between her lips and she takes a long drag. She tries to push through it but I can tell she doesn't like it.

"Never smoked before, huh?" I laugh at her.

"Nope" she coughs out a little before handing the cigarette back to me. We sit in silence as I enjoy the cigarette that now has the faint smell of her lip balm on it.

"What's your life like, Hargrove?" I look over at her. "What happens behind the walls?"

"Nothing happens, gorgeous."

"Is that right?"

"Yep" I lie. "I'm pretty open about everything." That is definitely the biggest lie I have ever told.

"I highly doubt that. I think" she leans in a little "there is something you are hiding." I lean in and kiss her before pulling away and looking back at the sunset. "What was that for?"

"To shut you up."

She scoffs at my remark and rolls her eyes. "So there IS something you are hiding. I thought so!" She seems amused at herself, and I would think it's cute if I wasn't borderline pissed right now.

"You know what I think?"

"Hm?"

"I think it's time for you to go home." I begin to stand up and I grab her hand to get her to stand up.

"But we haven't even been here that long" she argues as I pull her back down the hill.

"Yes we have."

"What's your problem?" She argues. "I open up to you but you can't open up to me?"

"Theres nothing to be open about" I snap, causing her to stand back for a second. She gives up her arguments and lets me pull her down the hill and open the door for her to get back in the car.

The ride back to her house is silent. As we pull up to her house I stop to let her get out. She begins to get out quietly but before she closes the door she stops.

"Billy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry" she starts. "I shouldn't have-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, gorgeous. Good night."

"Good night" she says as she closes the door and I watch to make sure she gets in the house before pulling away, speeding down the road to get out my anger that unexpectedly started to bubble up inside me.

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