Chloroform (Billy Hargrove)

Chapter 5: Another One Bites the Dust

 I waited on the main level for Billy to come down, my back propped up against the wall, my backpack beside me. It felt like I had been waiting for months, possibly years. What the fuck was he doing up there? He has no clothes in my house; he's like a fucking woman. I stood there for a few more moments until I got fed up.

"Hey! Hurry your ass up Billy, Jesus Christ you still have to drive home and change!" This earns a groan from him, followed by the door opening, and some stomping.

"You sound like my Susan." He spat back, almost in a joking manner. He now had his leather jacket on from the night before, over the t-shirt I had given him before he threw himself into my bed last night. Note to self: I need to change my sheets when I get home, I don't want to be sleeping in that beer scented bed all night. He stretched out slightly and motioned for me to leave the house before he did. The cold morning air immediately hit me in the face, grazing my bare legs and cheeks, every piece of exposed skin raising at the temperature. A shiver racing through me.

"I don't know how you just wear shorts all the time; it's freezing." He commented, shivering as well. I handed him the keys with a small shrug.

"I'm just used to it I guess, now speed up, you still have to take a shower and change." I repeated, making as much emphasis as I could on the time that it would probably take for him to finish his 'morning routine' if he even had one. Billy rolled his eyes, prying the keys out of my hands as he entered into the driver's side of the car. I threw my bag into the back seat, then proceeded to get myself into the passenger seat, making sure I didn't sit on my pack of cigarettes. It wasn't that long until Metallica blasted through the speakers, and the car began backing up. We sped down the bare, open road, the engine revving and shaking beneath our feet.

"Did you enjoy the party last night?" He asked bluntly, trying to make conversation in the silent car. I stifled a laugh, shaking my head back and forth, my damp hair hitting my pale cheeks.

"Nope. I will never enjoy a party, and I'll stand behind that opinion forever." From the corner of my eye, I could see, and feel him staring, I couldn't describe the look he had plastered on his face, but at this point of time, I didn't care about his reaction. I tightened the seat belt around my waist, and sighed, continuing to look out the window. We pulled up to the front of his house, or what I'm assuming is his house. He placed the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him lean back, the leather squeaking as his figure met the seat. He slid his hand down the steering wheel, and bit his bottom lip, a look of-dare I say- fear in his eyes,

"You okay?" I ask gently, almost inaudible to his ears. He snapped out of his daze, as he looked over at me and nodded.

"Yeah I-I'm fine. Come in for some breakfast, Susan's probably made some by now." When he mentioned the name 'Susan' it had sounded like he was disgusted just by the mentioning of her.

"Who's Susan?" I pressed, unbuckling my seat belt, watching him do the same. He let out a frustrated groan.

"Susan is Max's mother." He seethed, exiting the car. My brows furrowed, a look of confusion plastered on my face, as I got out of the Camaro, following behind Billy closely.

"So she's your stepmother." He stopped instantly, causing my chest to slam into his back. I moved back quickly, as he spun around, a look of anger burning within the depths of his blue eyes.

"Don't you dare say that." He spat, touchy subject, very touchy. I held my gloved hands out in front of me like it would stop him if he tried to attack me or something.

"Jeez Billy, you don't have to break a blood vessel, it was a mistake," I admitted, watching his facial expression soften. He tore his gaze off of me, taking the keys out of his pocket. Slowly, and quietly, he unlocked the front door, entering the house. Billy held the door open wide enough for me to step in before he let it close. My foot was nearly caught between the screen, but I had moved it a millisecond before it closed. There was slight chaos within the residence, or maybe it was just everyone's thoughts blasting through my head all at the same time. Billy snuck me up the stairs, passing Max on the way to his room. She gave me a smile that was barely noticeable, and I returned it, hoping that she saw mine. I followed Billy into what I presumed was his room, my eyes looking around slowly as if I was taking mental photos of it. He had a Metallica poster, beneath the bloodied photo it said Kill Em All, in bright red colouring. A stereo system was right beside his bed, located right near the blinded window. A poster of a woman in a bikini was attached to the door of his closet, and beside the opened closet was a shelf full of his music, and a couple of nick nacks that I'm assuming he had collected. It was simple, and it seemed like it didn't even belong to Billy. He wasn't a simple man, he was complicated, and this bedroom didn't reflect him at all.