Bad Company

Chapter 22: Overprotective

It didn't take long for Billy and his boys to find where Christy and I were from the brief directions I had given Billy over the phone. I could hear the rumble of both Billy and Heco's cars speeding towards us as I was still sitting on the cold, damp ground with Christy sitting beside me. I had finally got Christy to "stay concious" and sit up with me, smoking back on a cigarette. My face was sore but not swollen, thankfully. Christy on the other hand is barely recognizable... her face is puffy and swollen, bruised and bloody.

"Well... at least our noses and jaws aren't broken..." Christy finally spoke, flicking ash off of her cigarette and staring down at it before slowly bringing her shaking hand that was holding the cigarette up to her mouth and taking another drag. "How is it that you look perfectly fine except for the blood pouring out of your nose and mouth... yet I feel and probably look like I got kicked in the face by a horse?" Christy attempted to joke, blowing smoke out of her mouth as she spoke.

I was taken back slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, I turned and looked at her, "That's because I mostly just got kicked in the ribs and punched in the side of the head, but you know... let's make this a competition."

"I'm so sorry, Amber...." Christy whispered in shame.

"I'm not mad at you." I paused, sighing loudly, "....Surprisingly."

"I don't know what I was thinking..." Christy whispered.

"That's because you weren't." I snapped. Christy's eyelashes blinked back tears and I instantly felt like a huge asshole. "Christy...."

"No, you're right." She agreed, "All this for cocaine...."

"It needs to stop." I scolded.

Christy pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms and started to cry, "I can't!"

I rolled my eyes, "Are you kidding me right now?! CHRISTY!" I screamed, jumping up to my feet, not realizing what I was doing. "We JUST almost fucking died because of this!" I shouted, wincing as a sharp pain shot in my side.

"You're gonna fucking blame me but not THEM?!" Christy screamed, staring up at me and pointing at Billy and Heco's cars that were speeding towards us. "They're the ones to blame!"

"Take responsibility for once in your god damn life!" I shouted back at her. "Quit snorting shit up your fucking nose and take the advice you fucking gave me. You knew what they were like, right?" I hissed as Billy and his boys piled out between the two cars.

"Holy fuck!" Joe exclaimed as he ran over to Christy, kneeling down and pulling her into a huge hug. "What the fuck happened?!"

I squinted my eyes as I glanced over at Billy's car, the headlights nearly blinding me as Billy shoved through his boys and hurried over to me. I groaned and tried to turn away from Billy so that I coud try and attempt to wipe this blood off of my face so that he wouldn't flip out and assume the worst. Billy's face was full of shock with a touch of worry as he grabbed my wrists and forced me to stop struggling against him and look up at him.

"Billy, I'm fine-" I started, staring up into Billy's eyes that were scanning my face.

His jaw tightened and his nostrils flared as he continued to stare at the blood all over my nose and mouth/chin. He went from worried to enraged in a matter of seconds. I could tell that his blood was boiling just by how his breathing pattern was, chest heaving in and out as his eyes went from me over to where Joe and Christy were sitting, landing on Christy.

"They did this to you?!" He growled in a low but dangerous tone.

"Billy... Don't-" I tried to plead with him but all he did was drop my wrists and moved past me, stomping over towards Joe and Christy. "Billy! Don't it's not her fault!" I shouted.