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a/n: This chapter contains one use of an offensive slur. I have only included it because Stranger Things did to convey some toxic mindsets people had at the time when it was set. If anyone believes I should censor it, let me know and I will.
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ten as Billy put his final touches on his look. He was gonna have Molly on her knees, or at the very least make her regret blowing him off. Although he pushed the feeling deep down inside him, Billy was incredibly worried Molly wouldn't be there. He hadn't been stood up in years but suddenly that fear was very real. As much as he tried to emotionally distance himself, he was growing obsessed with her. This was more than lust, it was more than just primal desire. He wanted her. And he was prepared to do whatever he had to if someone like Steve Harrington planned on keeping her from him.
Just as he was taking one last look in the mirror, cigarette between his lips, Billy heard knocking on his door.
"Billy?", his stepmom, Susan, called out to him.
"Yeah, I'm a little busy in here Susan," he called back, still admiring himself.
His dad's voice then boomed, "Open the door right now."
Billy's expression turned dark. What the hell did he do now?
He put out his cigarette and opened the door to his Susan, looking worried, and his dad looking like his usual bastard self.
"What's wrong?", Billy asked.
"Why don't you tell us?", his dad replied. So this is how he was feeling tonight.
"Because I don't know," Billy retorted.
"We can't find Maxine," Susan explained.
"And her window's open," his dad continued to stare down at Billy, "Where is she?"
"I don't know," Billy said truthfully.
"You don't know?", his dad scoffed.
Like always, Billy sucked up his desire to rip into his dad and calmly told him, "Look, I'm sure she just, I dunno, went to the arcade or something. I'm sure she's fine," he went back towards his closet to get his jacket.
"You were supposed to watch her," his dad said.
Billy sighed, "I know, dad. I was. It's just you guys were three hours late and I have a date. I'm sorry, okay?"
His dad sneered at him, "So that's why you've been staring at yourself in the mirror like some faggot instead of watching your sister."
Getting sick of his shit and wanting to head off, Billy shot back, "I've been looking after her all week, dad. She wants to run off then that's her problem, alright? She's thirteen years old, she shouldn't need a full-time babysitter. And she's not my sister!"
