melancholia. [ ALTERNATE SPIN-OFF ] [ BILLY HARGROVE ]

x. CHAPTER EIGHT

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warning: mature language

     The intercom on the airplane was like white noise as Mary just stared forward. She couldn't stop thinking about how she had to leave Billy standing there, how she didn't get to see him again. How she didn't get to hold him for the first time in two years. She wanted to tell him it would all be okay, but she was ripped from him again. 

     Billy was confused. He didn't know what was going on, but he could see the look of confusion and fear on Susan's face. There was another emotion on her face that he couldn't read, but he could tell that she was lying to him. 

     "Max isn't sick, is she?" Billy asked, gut wrenching as the anticipation for her answer was high. Susan looked to Billy, then shook her head slightly. 

     "No," she answered. "She's not." Billy looked to Susan, eyes watering quickly as he was growing angry. 

     "Then why am I here?" Billy asked, his voice cracking already. Susan quickly came up with the lie in her head, the frown remaining on her face. 

     "We were worried about you," Susan told him. "We just wanted to see you again." Billy nodded slowly at her words, looking down the street again. 

     "I'm taking a rental car to the airport. I'll see you at Christmas," Billy told Susan with slight disgust in his tone. He stormed into the house, immediately going to the guest room and packing his bags. 

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     Mary followed Dmitri through the airport, barely caring if she bumped into someone. People would glare at her every so often, but she just felt like a walking shell at that point. Eventually, she found herself riding in the front seat of a rental car towards a neighborhood that Dmitri claimed his family lived in. She was watching apartment buildings go by, every so often seeing college kids walking about. Her head perked up as she realized exactly where they were, and she saw her car as they passed an apartment complex. 

     "Stop the car," Mary demanded. 

     "What?" 

     "Stop the car!" Mary yelled at him. Dmitri pulled into a parking lot, Mary immediately unbuckling. She nearly fell out of the car, rushing to the Impala quickly. "Oh, my god." 

     "You made me pull over for a car? Miss Henderson, can we please continue our mission?" Dmitri asked, motioning to their parked car. 

     "This isn't just any car, Petrov," Mary said, walking around it and skimming her fingers over the paint. "It's my car." She turned to Dmitri, a wide smile on her face. "Do you know what this means?" 

     "Your mother sold it?" Dmitri questioned. 

     "No, you idiot," Mary snapped. "It means that Billy drove it from Hawkins to here. He kept my car, Dmitri. This is where he lives." Mary breathed out in disbelief, looking into the car again. "There aren't even any stars out, baby." She smiled, looking up to the apartment building. "I bet he's got a roommate. These apartments are only big enough for two from the looks of it." 

     "What if it's a girl?" Dmitri asked. 

     "Dude, what is wrong with you?" Mary asked, turning to look at him. "Read the mood, Deems." Mary rolled her eyes, looking to the building address. "You get a look at the street name." 

     "Willow Road," Dmitri answered. 

     "Six-two-seven-zero Willow Road," Mary mumbled to herself. "Got it." She walked to Dmitri, a wide smile on her face. "What are you waiting for, old man? Let's find your family."