DONTMAKEMEFALLINLOVE || Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

IX.

Two hours have passed and Steve & the kids still haven't returned. Sitting on the couch intently looking at Billy so I can be ready when he wakes up while my bopping my leg up and down nervously because they haven't returned and Billy hasn't waken up yet. But it's not all bad if he doesn't wake up. I honestly don't even know what Max injected him with.

Staring at him looking peaceful is surreal. To know that there's so much pain and anger in someone is violent. Violent because he snapped even when he didn't have to. It's just getting a bit too overwhelming to look at him now.

So when I see his eyes jolt open and his body shuffle a bit, I scoot over, farther away from him on the couch. He musters up a loud groan and struggles to sit up, still not acknowledging my presence. He looks around until his eyes lock with mine and his raspy voice says, "Diana?"

"I can't wait for the day you realize you fucked up, you know."

He doesn't even respond, and decides to stare at the ground instead.

I chuckle bitterly, "Not talking are we? Why Billy? Why do you things you do, especially tonight? To boost up your shitty reputation? If Steve didn't come in time you could've killed Lucas, you could've killed Steve too. You got out easily out of sheer luck."

He stands up with trouble and slowly starts towards me but before he can even get three feet close to me I stand up and back away from him. "You're scared?" He asks with a hint of sadness.

What the hell?

"If I was scared I wouldn't be here. I stayed here because I need to let this all out, no boundaries. Billy I saw two sides of you tonight. One side made me believe that you could never be redeemed. You're an absolute terror. All you care about is yourself. And the other side–well it changes it all. You showed me you're human and why you are the way you are. You live in anger and manipulation and violence. When I held you I thought I saw something good in you. But clearly I was wrong."

"Diana–"

"No, let me finish," I hold a finger up to him, "I should hate you but I don't anymore. I should have left you here but I needed to say this because I know I'll never be able to say all this ever again. I thought I hated you before but now I can't get you out of my damn head. You're in my thoughts all the time, it's starting to affect my other relationships with better people than you for fucks sake!"

He takes a step close to me but this time I don't move. My eyes notices that his ocean ones have red rims around his pupils, probably from the injection, and the dry blood all over his face. His voice then raspily starts, "You know I can't do this sentimental shit. But Diana, for you I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I should've known to keep you out of my life since the first day I saw you. And I know that I should act better but please, whatever you do, please don't change your opinion on me so quickly."

And I gave him the pleasure of believing his lie. Because he deserves what's coming for him later. "Don't ruin it, Hargrove."

He seems closer to me now, and I can't refrain myself from staring at his lips. Soon looking up to his eyes, his eyes are on my lips, biting his own, making my head explode. "I can't take this fucking bullshit anymore," I quickly snap and this feeling of temptation & curiosity overcomes me. My hand reaches out to his neck and suddenly my hand is cupped around his neck and I'm filling the space between us. He doesn't take long to respond when my lips meet his and then his arm is around my waist, pressing me closer to him. Our sync starts out slow, until he catches my bottom lip with his teeth, and his biting soon turns into more pressure. My fingers tangle into his disheveled hair as we're sliding tongues against each other's, making a soft moan escape me, giving him pleasure.

And for a pleasant moment, I forget all about the blood on his face.

Pulling away, he groans panting, "You don't know–how long I've been waiting to do that."

And let me tell you, I may be playing with him but I won't deny that I didn't feel an energy within his trap. And I know this is wrong. He's the most awful person in the world.

"I shouldn't have done that. But I needed to know if you were going to kiss back, since I'm still Steve's bitch," I smirk, not even caring about his answer. I just had to say that to play the part.

"You know I just say that to piss you off," the look in his eyes making my heart skip a beat while his hand is now felt gripping my waist, while he gently pushes me back against the wall.

(A/N: y'all don't know how much I love wall occurrences like this omg)

"Oh so suddenly you're joking when you want to get with me?" My brow arches at his hypocrisy, my neck now feeling a sense of coldness from the wall.

He sighs at his new irritation towards me but only gets closer to my face while he says clearly wanting me, "You don't have to make this any worse than it should be you know."

And with his hand resting in the middle of my thigh, & his other resting at my jaw tracing my lips, I knew he knew I was melting at his touch, and not in a sweet way. A bitterUNsweet way.

"Billy..." And to be honest, for once I truly don't know what to say to him. And my brain is completely broken when his lips meet mine for a peck before he slowly works his way down to my jaw and to my neck. He stops himself on a certain spot and starts to bite and suck. And I swear he knows he does all the right moves to make my posture ease up.

And maybe it was out of pity. Maybe I let him do the things he did to me out of sympathy. Maybe it's because of his name constantly blaring in my head lately, his eyes the only thing I can remember at night. Or maybe it's the way I want to see him beg at my feet one day.

And what scares me is the taste of faint cigarette in my mouth. The sweet nothings he mumbles against my skin. But not in the way you think. Because in the back of my mind I knew this was different.

Steve never drew his feelings towards me with his touch like Billy does. It's like in the back of my mind I knew he never truly did love me. But I did. Maybe I was the only source the love was coming from in our relationship, I forgot to realize Steve's was never there.

And with that recording and their moment, she completely forgot she's creating more pain for him herself.

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Ik ik, one of the weakest chapters so far, I'm not satisfied w it

But y'all I'm ready for the next ones, like I have so many notes on them

more lies and tricks coming up ;))

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