Rebel Yell

Chapter Seven: Touch of My Hand

"What?" I asked annoyed sitting back in my seat.

"Bria's getting heavy into the shit." Billy replied as he lit the unlit cigarette between his lips.

I sighed loudly, closing my eyes for a moment. Billy looked up at his rear view mirror, making eye contact with me. Biting my lip nervously, I sat my purse and the small bottle of whiskey down on the back seat before putting my knee on the middle console and pushing myself forward into the passenger seat. I knew Billy was watching me as I did so.

"How bad?" I asked with a sigh.

"Joe's doing the shit more than he's selling it." Billy muttered, staring straight ahead as he spoke.

"So Joe's got her hooked on cocaine? Fucking perfect. Fuck sake." I exclaimed as I leaned over, reaching into the backseat for my purse and the bottle of whiskey that Joe had gave me. Billy finally stared at me, his expression blank as I turned to open the passenger door but Billy was too quick, locking the doors and extending his arm out in front of my chest, stopping me from getting out. I gritted my teeth as I tried to shove his arm out of my way. I was furious that his loser brother had my best friend addicted to cocaine.

"How do you think they met?" Billy stated making me stop fighting against him. "She was his first customer. His most frequent customer. If anything, Joe keeps her the fuck out of the backseat of people's cars, sucking somebody's cock for her next bump."

"Fuck you." I spat, insulted that he'd talk about my best friend like that. "You're the fucking supplier, you could stop it. Let me out of this fucking car!" I shouted as I started to try push his arm away again. I was too drunk and Billy knew this.

"Fuck me?" Billy asked becoming angry.

I turned in my seat to face him, leaning towards Billy so that our faces were only inches apart, "Yeah, fuck you. Let me out."

Billy's anger seemed to ease up as I said what I did. A sick smirk formed from the corner of his mouth as he stared at me. My eyes narrowed into a glare as he continued to look at me with amusement. According to Amanda, nobody, especially a woman, has ever had the nerve to talk to Billy like I have. I didn't care. I wasn't afraid of him or anyone in his fucking 'gang'. Billy reached up and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling smoke in my face.

"Can I go now?" I asked rolling me eyes.

Billy didn't say anything, instead he just put the car in reverse, putting his right hand on the back of the headrest on my seat, looking over his shoulder as he sped out of my parking lot. I could see Bria and Joe pop their heads out of the screen door of my apartment as they heard Billy's car speed away. Sighing again, I opened the bottle of whiskey and held it to my lips, tilting the bottle upwards as I closed my eyes. Once I opened my eyes, I looked over to see Billy staring at me for a moment before looking back at the road.

"You can handle it straight?" He asked dully.

"Is that a question or a statement?" I asked, Billy ignored my question. "...Yes, I can. I'm not a pussy cake." I added in defeat.

Billy didn't say anything, he didn't even look at me. Instead he just continued driving. Becoming bored, I screwed the bottle cap to the whiskey back on and dug through my purse for my cigarettes, struggling as I was now even more drunk than I was before.

"Well since we're going on a drive against my will, can we stop and get cigarettes? I have one left." I asked in a mumble, the unlit cigarette placed between my lips as I rolled down my window.

"Do you always just randomly not let people out of your car and drive off... or am I just lucky?" I asked as I accidentally dropped my cigarette out the window. "No! Fuckkkkkkkkkk...." I whined while I pretended to cry.