Raven.

The one with the restraining order?

A/N: just warning you in advance there will be 'bad language' in this chapter. I'm apologising now if I offend anyone. Personally it doesn't bother me in the slightest but I  know everyone has different opinions and I'll respect that. But I'm warning you 'bad language' will become more of a role in Billy's character as the book progresses. :)

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Out of shear fright I dropped the phone. I didn't hear the thud it made as it collided with the floor. Nor did I hear my mums frantic yells. I was too fixated on what was in front of me, plus I was kinda screaming.

There perched on the bag was a little eight legged devil.

"Shit, shit, shit" I mumbled as it scurried closer. "No stay away."

In the mist of stamping on the floor with my slippers trying to kill the little so and so I heard a faint yelling. I looked down.

Oh, whoops.

I rubbed the back of my neck in guilt. "Hi, mum. Sorry about that." I mumbled down the phone.

"What happened!" She demanded. I mumbled incoherent words down the phone embarrassed. "What was that?" Man, she was pulling out the unimpressed mother voice. It had been years since I'd heard that.

"It was a spider." I said ashamed.

She sighed. "For crying out loud Billy I thought someone was attacking you or something, not you freaking out about some silly spider." I scoffed at her lack of understanding. Just because she didn't have a fear of spiders doesn't mean that I can't have one. Seriously, they're horrible with their spindly black hairy legs. There could be one right behind you right now and you wouldn't even know. "Have you got the bag?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Is everything in there?"

I raised an eyebrow " How should I know?" I swear I didn't mean it to come out so sassy but it did.

"Now's not the time for attitude Billy." She snapped back. After me muttering an apology she carried on. "Just open it and tell me what you see."
After glancing over the plain black bag for any other unwelcome guests I deemed it safe enough to open. Pulling up the black velcro flap and unzipping it I was slightly disappointed at what met me. A simple silver MacBook, what don't get me wrong is rather impressive, and a simple phone. I'm not sure what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting something so normal.
"Right, there is a old phone and a rather nice MacBook."

"And in the other compartments?"

"What other compartments? There's only the one."

"It has a fake bottom." She replayed in a scarily casual tone. I raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. Taking the two pieces of tech out of the bag I felt around the bottom of it. Now that I things were taken out I expected the material of the bag to flop down, but it didn't. Well not at the bottom, what stood sturdy as if a box was still inside. Using this as I guide I found a familiar finger hole and pulled it up. Inside of it was most defiantly not what I was expecting.
Picking up the matt black leather handle I took the sheath off the knife in my hand. Under the sheath was a perfectly clean and incredibly sharp blade. The blade itself couldn't have been longer than fifth-teen centimetres. I was at a loss for words.

Cautiously I looked back in the bag to see if I had missed anything, being slightly more careful this time considering I had just pull a knife out of the same bag. As suspected there was a second item in it. "This isn't my passport." I stated, glancing over the passport in my hand. My picture was on it but last time I checked my name was Billy Noris and not Raven Marwick.