Rebel Yell

Chapter 64

Billy cursed under his breathe as he shoved his phone back inside his pocket. Billy turned around and began to jog over to the random desk beside the lit oil barrel fire that lit the area up. Billy began to shove everything back inside of the green backpack, not even so much as caring that a car had just pulled up only a few feet away from him. He picked up the backpack and threw it over his shoulder, ready to jog towards the abandoned mental hospital aka the office where he car was parked.

The drivers side door swung open and out came Bones, a shit eating smirk across his fat face as he waddled around the front of the car, "Well... what are we fuckin' up tonight, son?" Bones called out as he stormed up to Billy who was clearly in a hurry. Bones blocked him from moving anywhere else.

"What the fuck do you want now?!" Billy exclaimed, moving his shoulder up trying to keep the backpack on his shoulder.

"You look like you're in a fuckin' hurry." Bones spat as Billy quit struggling to get past his father and stood tall, staring at him with a cold, hard glare. "Do you know how much I have to wipe your fuckin' nose?! I gotta get some fuckin' bitch that you use to fuck around with off my back by telling her she can kill you. Do you think I enjoy that?!"

For a split second, Billy almost believed that his father actually truly did give a fuck about his well being. Billy also became tense at the fact that I had came to see Bones. Regardless of everything, Billy still cares for me. Why? I don't fucking know. I'd never be able to fathom how he possibly could care about me after all that we've put eachother through.

"What you don't get is... I care about what happens to you." Bones said softly.

Billy sighed and leaned his head back as Bones scrunched his nose and finished his sentence, "Because it can fucking HURT ME!" He spat loudly.

"NOW DO YOU NEED ANY MORE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS?!" Was all Bones could scream before the sound of a gun went off and a bullet pierced through the left side of his glasses, going through his eye and out through the back of his skull. Bones fell to the ground, lifeless.

Billy - high on cocaine - sniffled hard and wiped his mouth off with his sleeve, the gun still in his right hand as he spoke, "No thanks, Dad. I'm taking the car!" Billy said to his father's dead body before jogging over to the drivers side door of Bones's car.

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I exhaled a shaky breathe as I took one last look at Heco's lifeless body. A wince escaped my mouth as I slowly stepped back, Heco's car keys still in my hand, and grabbed my shotgun that I had placed on the chair. Before I left Heco's apartment, I dug into my pocket grabbing shot gun shells and reloaded the shotgun.

3 down, 6 more to go.

I took the back stairway to avoid drawing anymore attention to myself than I probably already had. I glanced at Julia's car beside Heco's as I unlocked Heco's car door and plopped down in the drivers seat. The car was exactly like Billy's, giving me a sick feeling inside of my stomach. I shrugged the feeling off, placing the shotgun carefully on the floor of the passenger side, standing upwards. My hands trembled as I placed the key in the ignition and fired up the car.

"I'm going to die. I'm going to die." I whispered over and over to myself as I pulled down the shifter into drive and sped off out of the parking lot.

My heart was racing and my mind was going a million miles per hour. I had to make it to the abandoned mental hospital before Billy does but I'd imagine he'd be there before me, if not, he'd probably be arriving right when I do or shortly after. I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I raced towards Stegious street. Heco was right, it really was not far from the bridge... which was sketchy because that means Billy isn't far from me.