Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}

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DAVID LAINE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GREAT IDEA TO SEXUALLY ABUSE MARLOWE...

MARLOWE DALLAS HAS LOST ALL CONTROL AND SHE CAN'T BREATHE.

Billy:

I pull up to Marlowe's house and knock on the door. Three times before someone answers. Expecting my girlfriend, I see Laine.

"Dude, thanks for stopping by, I really don't know what happened to her. She just passed out while I was in the bathroom." I have a gut feeling that David is lying about all of this. But that doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is, my girl, is lying on the couch unconscious whether or not it was his doing. But there are only two things I can say to him.

"Stopping by? Are you serious? This is my girlfriend we are talking about, you know, the one who is fucking unconscious. And.... you were using her fucking bathroom? WHY? I thought animals only go outside, which from the looks of it, last time I checked, you were a fucking animal." I go on this huge spiel against Laine, forgetting the fact that he may or may not have something to do with the beautiful young woman laying on the couch, with her beautiful, blue-grayish eyes that are closed, her brunette hair, tucked behind her ear. Which I know for a fact that that was not her doing because that's something she would have done as a shy move, which I know for another fact that she doesn't do anymore because she's been so confident ever since I stole her innocence. So this was HIS DOING!

"Dude, can you put even more curse words into one freaking sentence? Geesh, mouth off much?" He argues.

"Throw yourself on to my girlfriend much? I guess so," I fight myself to throw a punch or a kick, or something. But the flickering eyes of the creature before us stops me. I turn to the abuser, "Get out now before I have to force you out." He complies and doesn't say a word. I close the door and rush over to her once more. Her hand moves across her face, rubbing her eyes. She tries to sit up and succeeds. Her mouth is dry and hoarse when she tries to speak. And once again, she succeeds.

"Billy?" She can't even make it through my name.

"Yeah, baby."

"Kill him." Her voice is low and staggering.

"What did you say, I couldn't hear you."

"I said-" her voice is louder and her fist raises quickly. "-Kill him Billy, fucking kill him."

My lips rush to hers and I kiss her deeply and passionately before storming out the door to do exactly what she asks.