Riot

12. Message

Billy had barely moved during the night. Out of the blue he was woken from his deepest sleep when someone splashed him with a cold liquid. He struggled into a sitting position, a knife in hand, cursing with a shocked expression plastered on his face.  “What the fuck?!”

His frown deepened when his eyes found the young woman collapsed onto the hard floor, laughing her heart out. The look on his face when the water had hit him had been the funniest thing she had ever seen. Billy let out a growl and hid the knife back under his pillow. His blood was at boiling point, he had never been able to stand people making fun of him, no matter who it was.

“I should have recorded this somehow.” She finally managed to say between the sharp intakes of breath. If eyes could kill, Billy’s glare would have done the job by now.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” He shouted in his outrage, kicking the sheets aside as he got out of bed, coming to stand in front of her, effectively towering over her, who was still on the floor.

She should have been afraid of him, he was much more intimidating from this point of view, but she wasn’t. Julie had not stopped laughing when Billy grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her up. “You really should have seen your face.” She smiled, amused by the fact that he could not control his anger.

“You have no fucking sense of danger. I could have fucking cut you!” He held her in a strong hold, not letting go.

“Oh, please. Admit it; you were totally caught off guard.” Julie raised an eyebrow, hoping for the answer, yet knowing he would never admit anything of the sort. “Anyway, that was my payback for locking me in here like an animal.” She shook his hands off of her body, turned and walked to the kitchen, Billy followed her.

“You were the one who fucking chose to stay behind.” He passed her and reached for the fridge, not realizing how in sync they were acting. While Billy got the milk, Julie started searching for eatable stuff and set the table for breakfast.

“And you were the one who wanted to go to that place.”

Billy eyed her suspiciously. “You never meant to come here, did you?”

“I didn’t say that.” She tried to hide a smile.

“Fucking liar.” He cursed under his breath, unfortunately for him, Julie heard it all, her hand shot out and slapped the back of his head. Billy dropped the spoon he had in his hands, grabbed Julie’s arms and pulled her onto his lap. “When are you gonna learn to respect me?”

She smirked, amused. “I don’t respect my own father, what makes you think I’ll respect you?”

“I can rein you in.” He replied, his stern blue eyes fixed on hers.

“Like hell you can.” She mocked.

“Are you sure?” His voice deepened and he bent down to kiss her neck.

As his lips trailed down to her shoulder, Julie jerked her head backwards, feeling him grinning against her skin. Billy made his way back up to her mouth and, wanting to make a point, he reached for her lips, but Julie slowly pulled back a little, teasing the man. He bent forward more, only to find her backing up even further, avoiding touching his moist lips.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Giggling, she got out of his embrace to sit on her own chair, earning herself another stern look. “So, did you figure out whatever you had to with your guys?”

“What happened to your hand?” Billy switched subjects fast, since the Rawson one did not please him at all. However, sure enough Julie wouldn’t let it go.