Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

thirty eight

The morning went by easier than I expected. I woke up, brushed my teeth and showered. By the time I was finished Bill was awake as well, lazily rubbing his eyes as he got up from the bed and fixed his duvets back into my closet. I ran downstairs and prepared two tupperwares of food for him and took myself a bacon sandwich, telling the excuse I was going to bring it over to school so Uncle Ron wont suspect. Breakfast was uneventful, although it's not like I joined despite Marianne's repetitive invites, Ella her only daughter present at the table. Apparently Ericka decided to leave early for errands. I still haven't forgotten what happened last night, her sudden need to defend me from her sister, and then their heated argument in the middle of the night. I didn't know what that was about, but every second it consumed my mind I wanted to find out even more.

For the rest of the week she's been back I've wondered what the fuck was wrong with the two of them, and right there and then it only further confirmed my conclusion; there is something wrong. Enough to fuel a bickering for everyone in the house to hear. The last time that happened Ella was having sex with Ericka's boy toy Christian behind her back, which was two years ago and the only reason I knew was because I had to be involved with breaking up their fight in the living room. Other than that, Ericka was on a police watch list. Why? Did it have anything to do with her disappearance for two days? Was it connected to her being in the hospital? Questions were still screaming in my head as I reminded Bill I'd be back by sundown, he nodded, diving into his breakfast in a new pair of sweatpants.

I could just be being overly paranoid about all of this. Who's to say she didn't do something illegal in those two days and ended up getting arrested and she didn't tell her parents? Nonetheless, as much as she's one of the worst people in hillside high school, she wasn't really the type of person to let herself get caught. Hell, she's gotten multiple teachers' licenses taken away because she couldn't keep her mouth shut and nobody touched her because she always found a way to talk herself out. Even if she actually did something morbidly disturbing, what could possibly top her legacy of spreading misinformation at this rate? Why the fuck do I even care? She deserves this. By any chance what Ella said was true, she brought it upon herself.

The weather outside was the same as always, although this time the news have reported more storms to come and six inches of snow down the roads. I couldn't even try to imagine what it would look like getting somewhere to give away flyers again in Dalton's car. It was impossible, not when my boots keep getting stuck in the white powder. Once I got to the gates, I ran into the school entrance, the huge heater attached through the corridor ceilings slapping me across the face and reducing the chill caught in my clothes. I take off the hood of my jacket and rubbed off the snow on my head and bag, walking through the crowd of students waiting for their first periods to start. I was well aware leaving Bill on his own like a dog every day wasn't the most humane thing ever, how different is my room from the walls of Hillside Cross Station if I'll just trap him there always? But then again, it wasn't like I had a choice.

First periods came with the bell, and then second, and then third, before I knew it, I've been on history for thirty minutes waiting for it to be over as I rested my cast on the arm chair. The weather made it too easy to be exhausted, a sheet of ice coating the windows in the room and blocking the view outside. I pull my jacket against my body, shuddering inside it, rubbing my hands together for warmth. I've only been in school for four hours and I was already contemplating running back to bed. Come to think of it, we never really properly discussed yesterday whether we were going out today after we broke away from Dalton's car, I just ran off as soon as I could and automatically assumed we would because we've been doing so non-stop since the flyers got printed which was two weeks ago, and it only feels like the right thing to do. We have a greater chance of finding Sarah if we moved soon, and we did, but I didn't know it would be this difficult of a task. If any of us went missing she would do the same, anyway.