𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕆𝕃𝕃𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

Revenge 6/6

A/N: ... I can explain. Actually, no I can't. I'm not dead though so I guess that counts for something? School's finally over so I'll try and update more but I really only write when inspiration hits me to feel free to suggest ideas.

There was nothing but the howling winds and pounding rain. At least, thats how it felt. The radio towers were still out, so it was just you and Bill. It had just been you and Bill for almost four days.

The eye of the storm had come and gone quickly, so at least you could assume it was almost over. Hopefully, it was almost over. There were only so many card games and board games to play in the house. At least you were both good on water and food since you had the rations meant for a week and a half for four people.

You hoped your dad was okay, even Mari. It felt like your whole world was being torn upside down and you were scared. Bill's overprotectiveness seemed to be growing my the minute. He was always fussing over you and trying to keep you comfortable and warm.

The only time you ever spoke up about it, he'd brought up Danny and how much he missed him. You gave in pretty quickly once he started tearing up, begrudgingly letting him stuff you into another one of his hoodies.

You'd begun having vivid nightmares of drowning in a flood or being swept away. They often woke you up early and you'd read or stare out a window until Bill woke up. Then he would scold you for not waking him up or telling him about your sleeping problems.

When you woke up early on day five to non cloudy skies you could hardly believe it. Everything was flooded and murky outside but you were finally seeing blue skies for the first time in days. Even in the eye of the storm it had been cloudy.

Bill found you, maybe an hour later, staring out the window. Your eyes were shifting from the floodwaters and the floating debris to the blue sky. Everything was finally over.

"The powers not on yet, but rescue teams should be forming to help stranded people, like us." Bill said. "Lets have some breakfast, yeah?"

"Okay." You said, leaving the window behind.

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Just like Bill said, a volunteer team had assembled to help those stranded. Bill packed up all the important things and then the two of you were helped into a motorboat by a kind lady.

It was only once you'd been taken to a nearby stadium which was being used as a meetup point, did you notice the buzzing within the bag you were carrying. You had all of the phones so they'd likely gotten a signal now that you were clear of the more destroyed areas.

"I'm gonna go grab us some warm food and drinks, yeah? Stay here for me." Bill said, ruffling your hair. You nodded, sitting on the cot you were assigned. You dug through the bag as Bill walked off, pulling out his phone.

It was locked, but you could still see the texts displayed on his lock screen.

Mom
We're done at grandma's. Heading back. 10/24. 5:36PM
Bill, can you unlock the door? We can't find our keys and it's raining hard. 10/24. 6:05PM
Bill, I know you read that. Let us in! 10/24. 6:10PM
Whatever we did to you, isn't worth this! Please, this is serious! 10/24. 6:15PM
Is this about what happened with your step-brother?! Your father said you were fine! We had nothing to do with that! 10/24. 6:20PM
Why isn't Y/N responding to our texts?! What did you do?! 10/24. 6:23PM
Bill please. It's freezing out here! We might die! 10/24. 6:25PM
We're gonna try to get back to my moms. I swear to you Bill, if we make it out of this you're never allowed around Y/N again. 10/24. 6:32PM

You froze. Those texts were from the first day the hurricane made landfall. Bill never told you anything about these texts. But these were from days ago and there were no follow up texts. Did... did they make it?

You dug your own phone from the bag, but there were no texts. A sinking feeling began to grow in your stomach as you checked their contacts. Both Mari and your dad had been blocked. In fact, you remembered a few times when you'd lent your phone to Bill the day the hurricane hit because his was dead and he asked to look some things up about the portable radio he'd gotten. 

"Oh." You turned to see Bill, holding a tray of steaming food. He looked rather unbothered that you had seen anything, setting the tray down on his cot. He offered you one of the steaming mugs with a smile, as if nothing was wrong.

"What did you do?" You whispered in horror. When Bill eventually realized you weren't going to take the mug he sighed, taking a drink from it himself. 

"When I was 7, my parents got divorced." He said. You were about to interrupt him to ask what that had to do with anything when he shushed you. "I stayed with my dad full time and we moved. A few years after that he met his future wife."

"When we moved in together, she brought along her son from a previous marriage. He became my little brother, we did everything together. I was 10 and he was 4 at the time. When I moved out for college, I tried to stop by as often as I could. But it clearly wasn't enough for him to trust me." His voice dropped, deepening with rage and grief. "Everything I did was for Danny. He was my brother and they just took him away from me."

"When I saw your father yelling at you like that, blaming you for everything, it reminded me of those bullies who hurt my brother. I refuse to lose another sibling to bullies when I can do something about it." He hissed. Your eyes widened, finally connecting the dots. How he'd known Danny, the sad looks about the case when you first met. Those dots led you to a horrifying conclusion.

"You killed them. Those bullies. " You said. Bill took a few deep breaths, calming himself down before he picked up the still untouched mug on the tray and pushed it into your hands. The warmth did little to bring you comfort when he smiled at you, ruffling your hair.

"I did what needed to be done. Where I failed Danny, I won't fail you. And trust me, if they somehow manage to crawl out of whatever hole they hid in to escape the hurricane, I'll make sure they never find their way out of the next one."

You stared down at your mug of hot chocolate in disbelief and horror. Bill had just confessed to killing a couple of kids and possibly your dad and his own mother. You quickly took a sip of hot chocolate to suppress a nervous and scared giggle.

"Also, Y/N?" You looked up, finding him smiling back down at you as if you'd just had a normal conversation. "Your summers and holidays will now be spent with me instead of your father. Ah, don't protest. I'll talk to your mom about it and get everything sorted out for you. All you need to do is continue to be such an amazing little sibling, okay?"

A/N Part 2: I know I already did an authors note so sue me. This chapter killed me. Dunno why but it's been in my drafts for so long T-T. So glad I finally figured out how to finish it. Next part of this story coming whenever I find the inspiration to write.