Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

What's Done in Darkness Always Comes to Light

"Billy... I." you stammered. "When did you..." you couldn't form a complete sentence. "I found it when I went to get smokes. Popped it in, I really liked the original song about him being in love with my girlfriend. There's just something about it that really gets me going." he said leaning close to your face.

"But you were fine that night... and we.." you tripped over your words. "We what? Had sex. It's just sex y/n. It doesn't mean shit. I had sex last night." he grinned. You stood up and he immediately followed you.

"I just have one question. Does he fuck you better than I do?" he hissed getting in your face. "Or are you just such a whore that you love fucking us both?" You backed up from him. "Billy, please, listen.." you said softly. "Am I wrong y/n? Please let me know if I'm wrong," he laughed crazily.

Tears were streaming down your face as you backed into the wall. "Did you fuck him?" he spit. You looked at your feet. "Did you fuck him y/n?!" he shouted in your face. You looked up at him. Your vision was blurry, you could barely see through the tears.

You nodded a tiny nod. "Billy, I'm so sorry. It was only once and I told him it couldn't happen again." you rambled quickly. "Billy, I love you. I love you!" you cried reaching up to touch his face. He laughed maniacally and slammed his hands roughly on the wall on either side of your face. His tongue ran across his teeth.

You flinched slightly. He leaned in close. "I loved you." he hissed. His eyes cold. "We're done. And like I told you before, I will kill the motherfucker." "Billy, stop." you said frantically.

"Oh I'm sorry, does that put a fucking damper on your plans to live happily ever after with the freak!" he spit the last word. "Billy I love you. I want you!" you pleaded with him to listen.

He walked into your room grabbing his stuff from his drawer and throwing in a box. "Billy, stop," you cried grabbing his arm. He shrugged you off easily. "Billy, look at me.." you begged.

He turned around slowly. His eyes were glossy. You had never in two years seen him cry. He leaned down and kissed you. It threw you off. You leaned into the kiss. Both of you had tears streaming down your cheeks.

His hand came to your face, cupping it gently. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Goodbye y/n." He quickly grabbed his box of things and took off out the door. You sunk to your bedroom floor and continued to cry.

Billy's POV

You walked out of the house quickly and headed to your car. You wiped your tears away but they kept coming. "Fuck!" you screamed hitting your steering wheel hard. Fucking Eddie Munson. I'm gonna kill him. You put the car in drive and spun out of the driveway.

You didn't make it far before you had to pull over. Stop fucking crying. You hadn't felt a pain like this before. You loved y/n. More than you had ever loved anyone. You reached down into your pocket and pulled out a little box. You opened it seeing the ring. A beautiful ring with a little emerald. Her favorite stone.

This promise ring was supposed to be her Christmas present. A promise of forever. You clenched your jaw tightly. This can't be over. You lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. You leaned your head back against the headrest. I scared her. You saw her flinch and the image made you sick to your stomach. You would never hurt her.

But you were pissed. You weren't perfect by any means but fuck did you love her. You wanted to drive to Munson's house and kick his ass. You wanted him to hurt like you were hurting. My girl. Did she even love you anymore? Surely she did. How could she do this? I've fucked up. One too many times. I've lost her. I can't lose her.