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

xxxiii. CHAPTER THIRTY

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warning: mature language

     The car rolled up to the cabin soon enough, Billy looking to his right to see the Impala sitting there. His eyes darkened at it, and he pushed himself out of the car. 

     "What the fuck is this car doing here?" he asked, turning to look at Steve. "Don't fucking tell me she's here." 

     "Billy, calm down. There's a lot to talk about-" 

     "No, I'm not going inside if that bitch is in there!" Billy screamed, pointing to the cabin. 

    "Good for you, I'm not in the house." They all turned to see Mary leaning against the porch, arms crossed. She stared at Billy for a moment, taking some steps towards him. Right as she got closer, Billy tried lunging at her. She held up her hand, a red glow holding Billy's feet to the ground. "Guess you forgot about that, didn't you?" 

     "You can't hold me here forever," he growled. "I'm going to get you for what you did." 

     "Oh, and what the fuck did I do?" Mary asked, taking some steps towards him. "Gave you a family? Made you feel loved for the first time after your mom left? Yeah, I'm the bad guy here!" 

     "You are! You made me think you were dead! You were gone for three years, and you got me into this entire fucking mess! If I never met you, I'd be doing just fine right now," Billy growled at her, Mary's eyes watering slightly. 

     "Tell yourself whatever bullshit lies you want, but that's just what they are. Lies. And until you can see that, you're going to stay tied down. Just a safety precaution," Mary said, tilting her head at Billy. She turned and walked back into the cabin, and Billy's feet were released from the grip of Mary's powers. He took a few steps forward, eyes staying on the cabin as he could feel his blood boiling. The four remaining people outside knew that the next few weeks were going to be living hell. 

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     Tying Billy up wasn't the problem, it was getting him to shut up. He kept on rambling about things he hated about Mary, degrading her to the last atom, but she kept a straight face and seemed unphased by his harsh words. 

     "You know, the thing I regret most is telling you that I loved you," Billy continued, Steve tightening the ropes around his wrist. "Because why would I say something I don't mean? Like, shit, I was just saying that I love you so you would shut up each time you said it to me. And it was constant, too. It annoyed the hell out of me. I pity the man that has to deal with you now." 

     "Anyone heard from Alex?" Mary asked, looking around the room. "He was supposed to call thirty minutes ago." 

     "I'm sure he's on his way back," Marley reassured her. 

     "Alex? As in Gold?" Billy asked. He laughed aloud, then stopped as his eyes landed on Mary again. "Now he had the right idea. Hit you to make you shut up. I mean, his plans worked for a while and I should probably thank him for forcing you to break up with me." 

     "He does realize that he's contradicting a lot of the things he did, right?" Steve asked, Mary nodding slowly. "Didn't he say 'I love you' first?" 

     "Yup," Mary answered. 

     "And who was the one that came to your window sobbing and drunk five days after you broke up with him?" Steve asked, a smirk growing on his face. Billy looked between them as Mary smiled proudly to herself. 

     "Him," she answered. "Ah, it's so nice to be right." She pushed off the wall, going to her room to make her phone call. The front door opened, Alex stepping in. His eyes landed on Billy first, both of them not breaking eye contact for a few seconds.