~ Issues. ~ Billy Hargrove x OC (DISCONTINUED)

Eggos? Are you kidding.

A/N sorry for the late update!! I was completely swamped today if there's any spelling mistakes I'm sorry! Enjoy!
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After billy dropped her back off at her car Veronica drove home and walked in the house setting her bag down by the couch walking into the kitchen to grab something to eat she stretched as she opened the freezer to see nothing but eggos she stared at it for a minute before shaking her head thinking she was just seeing things and opened the fridge to see the same sight "what the fuck?" She whispered to herself

Jim came into the house holding two bags full of girls clothes. "These better fit her," he mumbled to himself about jumping seeing Ronnie home. "Jesus christ! Veronica! Why are you home this early?" He asked dropping the bags.

"It's actually 4:15 so frankly I'm actually late? Why the fuck is the fridge and freezer stuffed with eggos!? Like have you finally lost your mind?" Veronica asked pinching her nose closing her eyes. "And why the hell do you have children's clothes?"

Jim rubbed his temples before saying, "Get a jacket on and get a bag and put two boxes of egos in it please. I'm gonna put this back into the truck." He bent over grabbing the bags. "It'll be easier to show you than tell you," he added.

Veronica stared at him for a minute before grabbing a sack putting the boxes in the bag grabbing her coat slipping it on "I swear if you kidnapped someone.." she mumbled to herself

"I wouldn't exactly call it kidnapping," Jim told his daughter as he headed out with the bags of clothes in his arms.

Veronica gapped at him grabbing the bag of eggos following him closing the door behind her "you wouldn't call it that? I can't- you know I don't even want you to explain it." She said getting in the truck

"Good idea, kid," Jim muttered as he threw the bags into the back and got into the truck. "Buckle up."

Veronica sat the bag bwteeen her feet and nodded buckling up "is this why you've been late nearly every night?"

"Or not coming home at all? Yeah. You might not like it though," Jim sighed, being honest with Veronica.

"What kinda statement is that? What am I about to walk into Jim." Veronica stated using his first name as she often did when she got irritated or mad

"Something some of the kids have been telling you about," Jim said as they neared the cabin, not exactly a big fan of when she said his name. "Just try not to freak out okay?" He asked.

"They've told me lots of things Dad usually I brush it off but now you're making me rethink everything that's came out of their mouths." Veronica said but nodded slowly "I'll try not to."

"Good. Thank you," Jim sighed as they pulled up to the cabin. "Can you get the egos? She'll only open the door to my knock and you don't know the knock," he said, well aware on how childish that it sounded as he got out of the truck to get the clothes.

"Well kinda obvious I don't know the knock I haven't been here." Veronica retorted smartly before getting out of the truck grabbing the bag of eggos "why the fuck is their tripwires and shit what exactly or who exactly have you been keeping in this cabin?"

"Just follow me and stop asking questions, Ronnie," Jim huffed as he got the bags out and made his way to the door, knocking on it once he got to the cabin door.

"I wouldn't have to ask questions if you wouldn't have lied and hid it from me in the first place." Veronica muttered following after him

"Either way you'd be angry," Jim responded as the door opened on its own, seeing Ronnie back up. "You're okay," he reassured the redhead. "Eleven! I brought someone with me," he called out to the young girl.