lost boy // billy hargrove

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An ache bloomed from my chest and slowly spread all over my body, making me moan out in pain. Opening my eyes, I quickly closed them again as the sunlight beamed right into them. Groggily, I looked around, looking for any signs to remind me of what had happened. 

I sat up, the blanket that was covering me slowly fell, making me even more confused. Where was I? 

As my eyes adjusted, I took in the warehouse around me before a gargled gasp came from my mouth at the sudden realization of everything that took place- trying to find Billy, him hurting me, and the blank emptiness that encompassed me. 

Struggling, I tried to get out of the knots that were on my wrists and ankles but it was no use. Slumping against the side of the warehouse, I tried to calm my breathing. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as the sun came down, which also made it hard to breathe in the humid heat. 

Footsteps from outside made me scoot closer to the wall, willing the ground to swallow me up so I could just be away from there. 

Blond hair came into view as Billy walked into the building. My eyes traced the form of his body as I tried to find hints of my Billy, but there were none. His walk was robotic, his stare blank and void of any emotion. 

He turned his head, cocking it at me as if studying me as well. With an eye twitch, he kept walking towards me. His steps were just as robotic, but they seemed to have almost a glitch. Every step, he would stop for a moment, as if fighting himself. 

Crouching down in front of me, he took a lock of my hair in his fingers, twisting it around. I tried turning my head, but his other hand gripped my jaw, keeping me facing him. Using it to my advantage, I looked straight into his eyes, not backing down. 

Our eyes locked for seconds before he looked down at my restraints, checking them to make sure they were still tied. When he looked back up, a single tear fell down his cheek but his eyes were still emotionless. 

Suddenly, he ripped off the make-shift gag that had been stuffed in my mouth before asking, "what is your sister?" 

His voice made me gasp in itself. It sounded like Billy, but not really. It was as if someone had drained him of everything- the good and the bad- and left just his body. 

"I don't have a sister," I said, still looking him in the eyes. 

"The girl, the one who can see me. What is she?" he asked again, he questions almost methodical. 

"El?" I whispered. She could see him, which means she might be able to see me, too. 

His hand gripped my jaw again, this time the grip was not as forgiving. 

"Tell me what you know about the girl, and I won't kill you," he said, another tear rolling down his face. 

"Billy Hargrove is an abused boy, but he has a good heart. His little sister Max loves him just as much as he loves her, even though he and Max are both scared to admit it to each other-" a loud slap echoed through the building, as my vision and hearing was impaired at the force. 

Spitting out the blood that has slightly pooled in my mouth, I tuned and looked at him again. 

"And I love him. He has people that love and care about him. So, if he's in there, he needs to fight. Do you hear me? You need to fight-" another slap interrupted me, but this one sent me right into oblivion. 

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Hello! Sorry for the very late update.

 Update on me: I have Covid-19, and am quarantined. Please stay indoors as much as possible and if you can't, please be careful. 

I know you're probably sick of hearing about it, and I was too. But I'm asthmatic, sitting here wondering if I'll be okay in two weeks. So, stay 6 feet apart, wash your hands, and be kind to one another, please.