Don't let them hurt me (BillyxReader)

Day 1 of Many

(A/N: Here we go! Chapter 1!  I know that I've gotta put a trigger warning and other stuff. So. Here we go!

Trigger Warning: A rape attempt (But obviously it doesn't happen)
CopyRight thingy: I don't own any of the Stranger Things characters or anything, I'm just writing my own shit based off of events that happened in the show. Please be nice.
This takes place around fallish time of  1984, a little after Billy and Max show up to Hawkins. Hope you enjoy!)

(Word count:  1120)

You listened to all the voices around you, everything sounded a little muffled as you watched the group of men towards the center of the living room. The boy, no, man, in the middle was chugging from different red cups. Billy Hargrove was his name. You noticed how the sweat and beer slid down from his pink lips, down his throat, before sliding down the center of his chest. You knew you shouldn't be watching him, all the rumors around the school about who he was, was always on your mind.

Shifting your (e/c) eyes away from him and his fucking perfect body, towards the door where people were still coming in or leaving. You notice a man standing there, in a black jacket with his face covered from the scarf he had on, watching you. You squint your eyes in an attempt to make everything around you focus more on this man, when you notice he's not there anymore. You shake your head in a way to shake off the feeling of.. Something wrong.

You step over the few people who are on the floor drinking/making out/smoking, as you go towards the kitchen. Once you've made what felt like a 10 minute journey to the kitchen, you grab a water from the fridge and start to drink it, enjoying the way the cold water slid down your slightly burning throat.

"Thirsty much?" A voice says behind you, causing you to jump and spill some water down your shirt. You spin around to see the same man from the front door, but this time he was much clearer. "Not really, I just needed to get some space from all the smoke." You commented, a little on edge.

"I'm Connor, and you are?" He said, putting a name to the face.
"(Y/N). I've not seen you around the school before.." You tilt your head at the man, your hair falling into your face a little. Before you even had a chance to push the hair back, Connor was already pushing it behind your ear

"Oh, don't worry about that, (Y/NN).." Connor murmured into your ear, his words almost completely drawn out by the loud music coming from the living room.

His hand came to rest on your hip, pulling you closer to him "Now, (Y/NN), how about you and me, we step outside.. Get some actual fresh air?"
You have no chance of denying his request before he's already dragging you out of the backdoor and into the backyard. There was still a good amount of people out here, but most of them were either too high or too drunk to notice your struggle with the man. Those who did notice, just thought it was a girl and her boyfriend getting into another disagreement.

You look to him, pressing your hands against his chest as he kept pulling you further and further into the yard and further into the darkness "Let me-" You're cut off by a hand wrapping around your mouth "Come on, precious.. Don't you wanna play?" Connor hums into your ear, turning you so your back is against his chest "I see how you look at him.. He ain't gonna ever want a girl like you.. Especially not a girl who can't handle herself." He chuckled, sliding a hand under your sweater "Haven't you noticed yet? He doesn't care about you.. None of them do."

You close your eyes, your heart was pounding faster than it ever did before. You knew that he was right about that, that nobody in Hawkins High ever noticed you. The day you came to the school, they acted as if you were just another one of the rejects, one of the ones who could go missing and nobody would even know.

The hand was further up your shirt now, touching the underside of your bra before you heard a voice "Tatum! You might wanna take your hands off of the lady.". Your eyes shoot open, knowing that voice instantly. Connor laughed loudly into the side of your ear "Oh come on, Hargrove! You know we're just playing? Ain't that right, sweetie?" He comments, the hand around your mouth becoming tighter as he forced you to nod. There were tears already flowing down your cheeks, in fear of what could happen to you on this night. You prayed, you begged honestly, that god would please let Billy for once, care about something that wasn't himself.

"See, the look in her eyes is saying otherwise, Tatum. So if you don't let her go, we might have a little problem." Billy laughed out, pulling his jacket off as he walked, placing it on the handrails of the stairs. With the amount of times you had seen Billy do that while in school, you knew a fight was about to break out.

"The thing is, Billy, I don't wanna let this one go. I mean, if you really want her, I can give her to you after I'm done.. But I don't know how you are with sloppy seconds." Connor's hand was placed over your right breast, the thin layer of your bra was the only thing keeping him from officially touching your bare skin. You opened your mouth the best you could before biting down onto Connor's hand. Connor screamed out in pain, pulling his hands away and glaring at the you, but before you could even step away, a hand wrapped around your wrist tightly.

Connor shook his head "Shouldn't have done that, darling." He snarled out, smacking you hard across the face. As you were smacked, he let your arm go, causing you to lose balance and fall to the ground. A loud cracking noise could be heard as you land on the side of a lawn chair, feeling your head smack down as well. You placed your hand over your side instantly, gasping for air. You used your other hand to brace your body on the chair as you stood up slowly. There were noises coming from beside your body, the sound of skin on skin and moaning, and not the good kind. Looking over, you see Billy and Connor on the ground, fighting. Billy had the upper hand, his fist slamming down repeatedly onto Connor's face. There was blood flying everwhere with every single punch. "B-Billy!" You called out, pushing yourself to your feet the best you could "Stop!" You called out, hoping it'd stop them. If the boys were to get caught fighting, not only would you be the reason it happened, but you'd be the reason Billy got kicked off the basketball team. "Please!" You begged, your head starting to pound more and more. You had one last moment before the world went black and she fell down once more.