Use Your Hands And My Spare Time

Part 2

"Billy please, don't, not here" you pleaded quietly but it fell upon deaf ears, he was too pent up with aggression and alcohol, he had been waiting for the chance to make your boyfriend look stupid, to make him pay for all the times he had flaunted you in front of him, treated you like shit, made you cry and hurt your feelings while he laughed.

"Please don't what? Hm? Tell Mikey here that his girl comes crawling to me every night? Hm? That he treats her like garbage so she comes to me so I can fill his shoes and pick up where he's lacking?"

You heard people gasp and whisper as all eyes fell upon you, collective frowns and looks of disgust and you looked at the floor, shame eating a hole through your stomach.

"And I bet you're just loving this, aren't you Billy? King Billy. The trailer trash asshole who thinks the world owes him a favor, when in reality, he comes from nothing and is going nowhere. Relish in your moment asshole, because this is the only achievement you'll ever feel and boy, is it lacking. I know exactly how this will play out, because you're shallow and transparent, you'll act like your king dick for a few weeks, parading her around, but I know you and I know her. You will get bored."

He prodded Billy in the chest accusingly

"And she will get bored of you. Your drinking, fighting, the fact that you stick your dick in every bit of pussy that shows you attention, that shithead attitude. Go ahead and take her. She'll come back. When she's sick of having nothing but you and your bullshit." his tone was cruel and cutting, Billy's breathing was hard and ragged, his fists were clenched and Michael looked at you.

"This asshole doesn't know you like I know you, no matter what lies he's told you."

"Really?" Billy snapped with a laugh, causing Michael's gaze to return to him.

"She hates you, amigo. She hates your hands on her, she hates the way you fucking yell at her, she hates waking up to you, she hates the way you fuck her with your eyes closed"

You heard another round of gasps from the party and you shifted on your feet, unable to look up at the people witnessing the onslaught.

"See, I might not have been around when she was a girl, to know what color her favorite crayon was like you, but I'm here now when she's a woman and I know exactly what she likes and exactly what she needs" Billy laughed once more.

"You better shut your fucking mouth." Michael warned through gritted teeth.

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?" Billy replied, snarling.

You shoved past Billy, past Michael, past everyone and ran for the door, letting out small sobs, you ran full speed out into the night, hoping that somehow you ran fast enough to leave the whole nightmare behind, when you reached your house, you threw yourself onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow, drenching it with tears.

Three days passed and you hadn't left your room, you had told your mom only that you and Michael had broken up, she'd commented on how it was a terrible shame, that how she thought you two would last forever and how you seemed made for each other and each disappointed comment stabbed into you like a 10 inch blade. She had kept you off school, bullshitting your teachers saying you had a virus. She would come into your room and leave you plates of food that would get ignored and congeal on the floor. Your mom had come in holding the phone several times; "There's someone called Billy on for you" and each time from under the covers you would shake your head and allow her to make excuses for you.

Every time Billy heard the half-assed lies he would throw the handset down, pull at his hair and stifle a yell. He knew he had fucked up, at the party he had lost control, after you'd left he'd launched at Michael, forcing him to the ground and lining up punch after punch into his face until his fists bled, for a while he'd told himself that it was Michael's fault that you'd walked out the way you had, but the more time he spent thinking about it, sat in his car, the more he realized it was his fault, he had let his mouth run away with him, he was so eager to let everyone know that you were now his, even though you weren't and now the thought that you never would be was torturing him. That night at the party he had taken another girl to bed, she had been impressed by his alpha display and was more than happy to be dominated by him, but it had felt empty, she didn't call his name the way you did, she didn't know where to touch and where to kiss him like you did, he had fucked her from behind imagining you underneath him, his eyes closed tight and remaining silent, he didn't kiss her, he didn't hold her afterward, after they were done he had simply pulled up his jeans and left the room without a word. When you didn't turn up for school on Monday it was almost too much for him, Tommy had tried to make conversation about what happened, looking at Billy's tired eyes, but he had just been met with snappiness, on the way home he'd yelled at Max worse than normal, unable to understand his feelings, he couldn't explain this sickening feeling in his stomach and it was driving him insane. When his eyes fell upon your empty seat in class on Tuesday, he'd sighed, he was so used to you being there, glancing over your shoulder at him and smiling that knowing smile, that secret smile, the smile that was only for him. After school, Billy dropped Max off at home in silence, for a while he sat in the driver's seat of his car, the engine running, a cigarette between his fingers burning down to the filter.