Rebel Yell

Chapter Five: Bones Darley

My yawning was becoming harder to hide as Billy continued to drive instead of stopping at my apartment building and dropping me off. My cell phone was now completely dead so I couldn't even check what time it was, but judging by the sun rising.. I assumed it was around 5 or 6 in the morning. Thankfully Billy kept the music cranked, it helped me force myself to stay awake.

"Bones body shop?" I read the sign on the building in front of us, out loud in a questioning tone.

We had just sped into a gravel parking lot to what looked to be a chop shop of some sort. Billy had stopped and grabbed the backpack from earlier from Heco before we arrived here. I looked around at my surroundings, noticing a yard full of cars, some looked to be drive-able while others looked like they were just being stored there until they could be fixed. Billy ignored my comment and grabbed the backpack before turning the car off, making the music go off with it. He tightened his jaw as he looked over at me.

"Stay in the car this time." He said bluntly.

I rolled my eyes, "Did I not just prove to you that I can handle this shit?"

"I'm fuckin' serious this time. Stay in the car." He spat.

I huffed as I slid back in my seat, staring out the window instead of arguing with him, "Fine."

He sniffled again before climbing out of the car, slamming the drivers door shut behind him. I sighed loudly as I watched Billy casually strut towards the door to the chop shop. A grey pit bull came running out of nowhere, snapping at Billy, but was stopped and pulled back by its steel chain that restricted it from coming any closer to Billy. Billy didn't even seem fazed by the dog, instead he just took one last drag off his cigarette, staring down at the dog and flicking his cigarette on the ground.

"...I would have went in to cardiac arrest if a pit bull that size came running at me..." I mumbled out to myself as I placed a cigarette in between my lips.

Billy walked inside of his fathers shop, noticing that some of the mechanics were already here at the shop. Sparks flew in Billy's direction from the bay that one mechanic was using a grinder on a rusty fender. The mechanic noticed Billy and instantly stopped grinding the rusty fender stopping and pulling his face mask up, "Hey yo Billy!". Billy gave the man a nod of acknowledgement and continued over to the back of the body shop to his fathers desk that had shotgun shells, an unloaded shotgun and some other guns spread across it. Billy flung the backpack that was over his shoulder just moments ago, on to Bones desk carelessly.

"Watch the fucking pieces!" Bones hollered from a few feet away, slamming his gun cabinet shut. "For Christ sake, they're worth somethin' unlike you".

Bones puffed as he waddled over to his desk, "Where the fuck you been Nancy?" Bones questioned as he picked up the backpack and emptied it on his desk, a couple small wads of cash falling out.

"What in the fuck is this?!" Bones spat looking up at Billy.

"That's our night." Billy replied sternly pointing at the money, becoming tense. Bones stared back down at the money and then back up at Billy, glaring in disbelief as he licked his lips.

"When I take pity on you and your faggot half-wit friends, give you a couple corners to run.. you better deliver for me. Or I'll know you've been stealing and I'll kill you." Bones threatened as he picked up a pistol from his desk.

"You could be the Prince of Payan-" Bones started, unloading the pistol, sending the shell flying towards Billy, who jumped from being startled. "-You fucking light bag me, I'll fucking kill you!" Bones hollered as a couple other shells flew out at Billy and on to the ground. Bones picked up Billy's back pack and chucked it at him. Billy tightened his jaw as he caught the back pack, slowly nodding his head from nervousness. It was clear why Billy was the way he was and that the only man Billy ever feared is Bones.