Billie Jean [h.s]

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( Hi, this chapter was already written, so I decided to post it. Thanks for all the love and support.)

I think I should run away.

The best thing to do is run away, far from the Browns residence and never return. I can go back to the lake and live with the fishes. I know they wouldn't mind. I just know they wouldn't! They can't even talk.

" Let's go, B." Tony's voiced echoed as he stood on the porch.

I realized I was still seated in the passenger seat and I couldn't stop myself from crying, I just had the urge to.

I'm going to get in trouble, I can just feel it. I fell into my knees whining to myself, hoping that if I cry. It'll all be over.

I heard the sound of the car door swing open and someone grabbed me by my shoulders, viciously shaking me until I looked up at them.

"Can you stop crying, so we can go inside." Tony pleads in frustration and I shook my head no, my head feeling a bit too heavy for my shoulders.

" I can't bring you inside, you look drunk and look like a complete airhead. So, you need to stop crying and toughen up. You did this to yourself, now walk the talk." Tony lectures me as I sat there sniffing my snot and wiping my eyes.

He was right, I lied and snuck out. I drank and  made a complete fool out of myself. I'll just have to deal with the consequences, but how can I do that if my stomach keeps screaming for food.

"Tony." I mutter finally looking over at him. He glared up at me, his arms crossed while tapping his foot impatiently.

" You think mama got some fried chicken left?" I asked in curiosity.

"That's it. I've had enough of you. Get the hell out the truck, we're going inside." Tony mutters lowly yanking my arm and pulling me from the truck. My purse slapping to my side.

My heels clicked the concrete driveway as he slammed the truck door and dragged me to the porch.

" But Tony the fried chicken-"

He turns to me so suddenly hushing me, " Wipe your eyes now and look at least sober. Whatever questions dad ask you betta answer em right or that's your ass. I mean it Billie Jean." Tony whispers as I did what he said.

Wiping my eyes with the back of my hands and sniffing up the leftover snot from my crying session in the truck.

I just nod to him gently snagging the hoop earrings from ears and placing them in my bag. Tony opened his mouth to say something, but the front door swung open before the words flew out.

" Both of you get your black asses in this house right now!" my dad voice roared the front porch. I jumped out of surprise before we footed in like ants, one after the other.

I was the last to come in and the sound of the door thundered shut shaking a bit of the loose furniture, like our vase in the window seal.

"What took you so long, Tony?" daddy asked making my head snap to him, Tony looked at me for a moment I couldn't make out his expression, but I was afraid.

Afraid that he would tell daddy I was with a white boy. My eyes pleaded for mercy, just for tonight. I'd make it up to him, but I just didn't want daddy to know.

"Well, I'm not getting any older, boy." daddy voice snapped us from our stares from one another.

Tony gave me one last glimpse and then cleared his throat. " No, I saw a few of my friends there and time slipped passed me. Billie Jean was waiting outside for me."

Tony turned to me, " Isn't that right, B?" My brother grits through his teeth while nodding his head, encouraging me to do so.

I nodded softly looking over at daddy who seemed not have bought it and I ducked my head down away from his eyes. " Yes." I utter.

Was he not going to tell?

" And for you, what happened to you spending the night at Robin's?" he yells at me. " What happened to your hair and all this makeup. You trying to be fast and show your tail. I'm not having it."

I nod a bit my stomach growling. " Robin and I went to the skate ring with her mom's permission." I say softly.

" Well explain why the hell was Robin looking for you, Billie Jean! You bet not have been with a boy!" daddy continues his tall figure stood above me and even when he spoke I saw the green eyed boy smiling at me.

" Robin and I got into a fight at the skate ring and I ran off crying." I utter as my dad observes my face realizing my puffy eyes and clears his throat.

"Hmpt, is that true, Tony?" daddy turn to him and Tony nods.

"Yeah, you know girls. Always fighting."

My dad rubbed his hands through his coiled curls and looking over at me. " Don't have me worrying about you like this ever again. This ridiculous, you're almost eighteen."

"I know." I whimper looking at my feet.

"Mama wouldn't be proud of you being like this. Luckily, I kept her asleep." he says glaring at me still I felt myself wanting to puke.

He looks at Tony and then back at me. " Get ready for bed."

He passes both of us, heading upstairs to his room.

I stood there holding my purse, my legs crossed and holding me up.

I turn to Tony who stood there, " Thanks for not throwing me under the bus, I'll make it up for-"

"You are not to see that white boy ever again. Do you hear me? Tony says as I gasped in confusion.

"What?"

" You heard me." Tony says walking away from me as I followed with a stumble or two.

"Tony that's not fair." I whimper as he spun to me.

"You know what's not fair? Lying to dad about your fast ass. He's no good for you, Billie Jean. He made you drink and smoke." Tony argues as I shook my head in disagreement.

" Harry didn't make me do those things because I wanted to do them. He's my frie-"

"Billie Jean he's not your fucking friend!" my brother yelled at me pointing his finger into my chest making me stumble back again.

" You don't know him." I cross my arms feeling my throat tighten a bit forcing myself to withdraw from letting out a tearful scream when I'm angry I want to cry and I hate that I'm like that because people think I'm weak.

" He's just like the rest of us boy, he only wants what's in your pants."

"What a casanova thing to say." I utter making him scuff at me.

" If I see you with that boy again, I'm telling daddy about tonight and anything else involving him."

My eyes widen at the draining news he was dropping on me.

"Catch my drift, now?"

I said nothing to him, again eyeing each for what felt like hours. He turned on his heels and up the stairs leaving me there drunk and hungry.