❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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THE DOOR OF THE BLUE CAMARO slammed shut almost as fast as it opened, revealing Billy Hargrove, wearing a black leather jacket over an unbuttoned burgundy shirt - too dressed up to have a simple conversation. And the cigarette hung between his lips, as usual. The real question on her mind was what the hell he was doing there, in the Byers' house.
It was the worst thing that could happen, dealing with a disoriented Billy after that shitty day.
"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" He began in a mocking tone, exhaling tobacco smoke through his mouth. Rory breathed in, filling every inch of her lungs with air, trying to calm the nerves that were already bubbling under her skin - already fearing that the memories she would keep of the night would be even worse.
"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants." Steve replied nonchalantly, taking two steps forward with his hands on his waist and loudly complaining that his conversation with Rory had been interrupted.
But Billy's tone soon turned bitter. "And what the hell are you doing with my sister, huh?" He took two steps forward after forcibly removing his jacket. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from her? I still don't quite understand what the hell happened and why Rory disappeared, but, Harrington, nothing can get it out of my head that it was your fault."
"Billy, everything is okay, alright? I can handle myself." Rory raised her voice, with her hands in her pockets and stepped forward to show her confidence. "Take it easy, both of you."
Steve approached, even after Rory tried to stop him by saying his name between her teeth as a warning to remember what they had agreed - no fists.
"As you wish, sister." Sniffling, Billy tried to soften the sour tone of his voice. "So tell me, what are you doing here, amigo?" He turned to Steve.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I'm looking for my sister and my stepsister. A little birdie told me one of them was here, and apparently the other is here too." He said, his voice slurred, his hand resting on his belt and the cigarette between his lips, looking away from Rory, - with a tense, displeased expression on her face.
"Huh, that's weird. I don't know her." Steve replied in a lower voice.
