lost boy // billy hargrove

7

-Billy- 

I used to think that love was make believe and didn't exist, or at least in my own life. Seeing my mother go through hell with guy after guy and the way all the men have treated her made me believe it was all fake. 

All the girls I have ever been with were never anything special to me. They were attractive, which is basically the only thing I needed from them. I never felt connected to any of them- or to anyone in my own family, actually. 

Even when I met Betty, I still didn't believe in it. But the more I got to know her and the more she came into my life, the more I wanted to be around her and to protect her from the hell that is life.  It was only when I realized that the thought of her hurt mentally or physically shattered me inside did I realize what love actually was and how in love I was with her. 

I fell in love with the way she spoke softly unless she was mad, the way her nose flared and scrunched up when she heard something she didn't like, the way she was so smart in school and made friends so easily, and the way she could have such a big heart after everything that she had been through. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, but that wasn't even the surface of where my feelings began for Betty. She reminded me of the sun in California, the sunshine hitting my bare skin, making me warm from the inside-out. She reminded me of how it felt to rid a wave, the ups and downs both equally amazing. 

She was my everything. 

And being stuck in my own body, unable to do anything as I saw her pinched face, even in her state of unconsciousness, I felt broken inside. The small gash above her eyebrow had dried blood, as she lay crumbled to the ground. I had hurt her. She was laying unconscious on the floor of a dirty warehouse because of me- or whatever was inside of me. 

And the thought made me want to let whatever was inside of me take over completely because I felt hopeless, watching her lay there and not be able to help her. But then I heard it's plans and thoughts. It wanted to kill her and leave her body here, making me watch her slowly decay. 

So, I knew I had to stay to protect her. After hour of pushing, I found myself in the surface of my mind. I clenched my fingers, feeling them actually do what I said to. I let out a deep breath before I rushed to her, my hands on both of her cheeks. 

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, tears clouding my vision. I wanted to get her out of here and back home safely, but I knew I wouldn't be in control much longer. 

I sat her up in the corner, covering her with a blanket from my car. Her hands and feet were tied loose, but enough to where she wouldn't be able to get out of them but they also wouldn't dig into her skin. 

When I felt the monster pushing through my mind, my eyebrows pinched together as I tried to keep in control, but I felt myself losing it fast. 

"I love you so much, Betty," I said, kissing her lips softly. When our lips touched, her face relaxed a bit. 

I stood up before I was pushed to the back of my own mind. I watched as the monster bent back towards Betty, making me scream to no prevail. It was like watching a horror movie involving everyone you loved but being unable to look away or react in any way. 

"Don't fucking touch her," I screamed, anger ripping through me like the fire of hell itself. 

The monster stood back up, taking on last look at the girl I loved slumped to the ground, before turning and leaving her there in the corner. The darkness that surrounded me became closer and closer, until I could see nothing. It was as if being stuck in a dense fog, not knowing which way was what. 

"Don't hurt her," I choked out before falling back in a pool of pitch-black darkness.