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

xxxv. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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warnings: mature language, vomit

     That night, Mary and Billy sat outside and looked at the stars. Mary was quiet the whole time, and she let Billy try and remember the night. The night of Valentine's Day 1985, when he told he could find her anyways if he just used the stars. The night he told her he loved her. 

     For a moment, Billy wanted to cry. He wanted to apologize, to breakdown and tell her he loved her, but it went away. It went away fast. He sat up straight again, keeping the scowl on his face. Eventually, she brought them both inside, then got them ready for bed. She ended up giving Billy his own bed, but still kept him chained up. 

     The next morning, Mary was making breakfast when Billy woke up. He sat up slowly, but was brought back down slightly by his wrists and ankles being locked up. He looked around the completely empty room, then saw a key sitting close to the door. He stood to go grab it, then paused for a moment. He glanced to the door as he listened, making sure Mary didn't hear him. He kept walking that way, trying to keep the chains as quiet as possible. 

     The door then opened, Billy and Mary making eye contact. He tried lunging for the key, but Mary held up a hand and he went flying back into the wall. His back stayed pressed up against it, Mary keeping her right hand up. The other one held a mug, and she sniffed it. 

     "I thought you hated coffee," Billy said, breathing deeply as he tried to fight against her powers. "And caffeine is bad for pregnancy." 

     "It's not for me," she said. "Well, it was supposed to be for you." She glanced inside the cup. "I'm having second thoughts about that, though." 

     "I wasn't going to leave," he said quickly. 

     "I literally made eye contact with you and you proceeded to try and grab the key. By the way, the key isn't for the chains, it's for the door," Mary told him. She leaned to the ground, setting the coffee mug down. She then stood and left the room, Billy falling to the ground. He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing the coffee and seeing that the chains were deep in cement so there was no pulling them out of the floor. "I've decided that your ass probably hurts and you need to stretch your legs, so you get a day of walking around in chains." 

     "You trust me that much?" Billy asked, walking out of the room. 

     "Well, I do have superpowers," Mary answered. "Plus, you're beginning to crack and I can tell. You've stopped calling me a bitch everyday." 

     "Don't make me start again," Billy snapped at her. He was walking towards the couch, but the chains reached their limit and he stumbled back. 

     "Yeah, you see that line right there?" Mary asked, pointing to the ground. Billy looked to his feet to see a line of duct tape leading from one wall to the other. "That's as far as you can go." He glared at Mary, then sat on the side of the couch that he could. They sat in silence for a few minutes, both watching the TV. Mary took a deep breath, then leaned forward and turned the volume down. Billy looked at her, Mary bringing her feet on the couch and holding her knee's to her chest. 

     "What?" Billy asked. 

     "Why am I pregnant?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "When we had sex nine weeks ago, you used a condom." 

     "I did," he confirmed. Billy furrowed his eyebrows as he stared forward, and he became confused, too. "Did I?" 

     "I'm just glad you're talking about us having sex without puking at the thought," Mary said, rolling her eyes. Billy looked over at her, his face softening as she turned to the TV again.