Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}

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Marlowe:

"Tonight, we sit down with family and friends to celebrate these two in holy matrimony... Turkey and Stuffing." Everyone laughs at Jonathan as he gives the Thanksgiving toast in front of everyone before we eat. When Jonathan gets done with his toast and sits back down with Joyce and Will, I look at Steve and Nancy; she giggles softly as my dad starts to cut the Turkey and requested ham by Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. I get up to pour drinks for everyone.

"Sit down, Marlowe, that's something I should be doing." Jonathan gets up from his seat to walk over to me at the fridge while I get the milk and water out.

"No, no, no, it's something I don't mind doing. And you don't see my mom or dad getting up and doing it now do you?" I whisper.

"Okay, just let me carry them?"

"Carry what?"

"The glasses." Jonathan points. I smile and hand two glasses to him and carry three more. I place a glass of water in front of my plate and in front of Joyce's, Jonathan grabs the other glasses before I can get there myself. I sit myself down at the dining table. Everything is going well, nothing terrible is happening with Will or myself. My mom and dad are not talking to each other and I'm carrying an on-and-off conversation with Joyce and Mike about electronics and how they keep changing. With Bob passing away a month ago, it's hard for Joyce to even talk about electronics and Radio Shack. But Mike keeps going on and on about the new Star Wars toys that will be coming out within the next few months.

Then for the next few minutes Nancy and Mrs. Wheeler and I carry on a conversation about Senior year next year and what colleges we want to go to. When the conversation ends, everything goes silent. I keep eating my turkey and stuffing. I also made cheesy corn casserole, hopefully bringing some leftovers to Billy and Max. I had made the casserole for Billy a few months prior and he loved it. 'Make it for every holiday' he said. 'I love your cooking' he said.

In the kitchen, the phone rings. "Get that would you?" My dad asks. I get up from my chair excusing myself from everyone to answer the phone.

"Hello, Dallas residence, who is this?"

"Hello, Marlowe?" The voice on the other line sounds stressed.

"Billy?"

"Yeah, um, hi."

"What's wrong?" I ask worried.

"It's my dad. Look, I know it's Thanksgiving and all but I really need you." I can feel the pain. I hear faint sobs from the other end of the line. Billy's crying.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Hold on, I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay, hurry. And M.D.?"

"I love you too, I know." I hang up on the distraught Billy and go over to the table.

"Mom, Dad, I hate to do this but Billy really needs me right now, so I'm going to have to leave the house for a bit." They nod their heads without saying anything to me in return. Our guests just stare at me as I walk out of the house and run over to Billy's house. His car's in the driveway but no sign of his parent's car. I walk in the unlocked door and head up to Billy's room. He's sitting on the floor with a beer bottle next to him. His shirt is on the bed, unbuttoned and tattered. I can see the tears as he looks up at me. My poor Billy. "Where's Susan and Neil?"

"They are out with Max, out to some diner that does a Thanksgiving dinner. He said, after beating me, that 'Max needed a Thanksgiving dinner without disappointment.' When they will be back, I have no idea."

"How did he hurt you?" I ask.

"Punched me, slapped me, burned me, you name it." With every action he names he points to the affected area. I tear up as well, walking towards Billy's bruised and burned body. I sit next to him and kiss his forehead.

"Oh baby, we're damaged."

"I am, you on the other hand are perfect. And I love you."

"I know." I sit there for awhile before I get up and grab a wet rag to clean the cuts and help heal Billy's bruises. He winces as I help him but caressing my cheeks at the same time.

"I'm glad you're here M.D." He kisses me

I love his kisses. But I break away from his lips. "You know where this will lead us if you keep kissing me!" I scold.

"Look at me, all battered and hurt, does it look like I give a fuck?" He says in return. He keeps kissing me. I hoist myself on his lap and knead his hair with my hands. It gets hotter with every touch, every kiss. Billy licks the nape of my neck, warm breath surrounding the two of us. . I love how he makes me feel. Even in the saddest moments where he's hurt and angry, he makes me feel so good. I want to help him in every way possible so I go through with it. I push myself deeper on to his body. Unbuttoning my shirt as I kept kissing him. Billy goes back and forth between my neck, lips and collarbone. We both get up from the floor and move to the bed. He hurries to take his pants off and his boxers. I take everything off and place myself on top of him. His hands venture all over my body until he finds the fastest way to get inside of me.

"Oh, baby, does that feel good?" Billy asks sensually.

"Mmhmm."

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"You want to stop by my house for a bite?"

"I guess so. You'll have to cover those bite marks on you first." He smirks as he puts his jacket on, still wincing at the pain.

"Billy, do you need help?" I ask. He shakes his head no. I walk over to him grabbing his hand, "Do you want to stay here?" He shakes his head no again.

"No, I wanna go with you, wherever we are, whatever we do, I just want to be with you."

"Well, that's fair." I kiss him on the cheek.

"So off to your Thanksgiving dinner?" I stay silent for a minute, staring into Billy's eyes. Still silent. "Well?"

"No."

"No what?"

"Grab your car." I leave his side and run down the stairs, walking out the door and out to his car.

"What's happening?" He yells as he walks outside, meeting me at the car.

"Let's blow this shithole."

We both laugh, hopping in the car. The music turns on to a loud rock song. We are blowing this shit town and never looking back.

Runaway train never going back

Wrong way on a one way track

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

Somehow I'm neither here nor there