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Billy Tepper-Aftermath

Requested by TepperXTrotta
Warning!!!! Spoilers for Toy Soldiers again. Mentions of violence and terrorists, as well as death/depression sadness. Angsty.

I stood in shock. Joey's dead body lie on the stairs. His eyes were open, and he held a cold stare. There was a ringing in my ears, presumably from the loud firing of a gun.
I heard Billy's yell as the others held him back as he screamed. Joey has tried to be a hero, he tried to save us, and it cost him his life. I wish for once, he would have been selfish and got out of here.
I felt so numb I didn't even notice the tears rolling down my face. My blood had run cold, my fingers felt icey as I dug my nails into my palm.
I finally snapped out of it as Hank and the others dragged Billy inside. Hank's hand gently pulling my arm. I didn't pull my eyes off of Joey's body until we were inside, walking the long corridor to Billy and Joey's shared room.
The silence was unnerving. No one said anything. The only noise was from the soft cries of the boys. Joey didn't deserve this.
"How could he have been so stupid?" Billy whispered. Everyone turned to him, he finally had broken the silence.
I sat down on his bunk next to him, my eyes looking at the desk where Joey's unfinished homework was and the few drawings hung on the wall.
My hand found Billy's and I held on tight, and Billy's grip was light and his face was tear stained. The others had resumed their collective silence.
We were so close to getting out here, with Billy sneaking out and all the plans we had, we were so close. Everything had changed.
The atmosphere in the room was cold, as was Joey's stare. I couldn't get the look of his face, so still, out of my head. I kept replaying the scene over and over in my head. Watching my brother figure shot down at least 9 times. I could hear the echo of the boys screaming that he was just a kid.
I wondered how Mr. Trotta would react. He was a mafia leader, but surely he would mourn the death of his son. The heir to his empire.
My train of thought was interrupted by Billy's thumb gently rubbing down my knuckles. I look over at my boyfriend and for once he looked at me. His face was expressionless, but I could still see the tear trails from earlier. The others whispered quietly to each other, focusing on a game of cards that Snuffy had suggested.
I let my hand gently rub the side of Billy's face and he leaned into my touch. Night was beginning to fall, and the others had already begun to get into their beds and their rooms the terrorists had assigned.
I sat with Billy on his bed which was technically ours due to the cramped space.
He began to lean back and lay down, curling into a ball, hi snack turned to me. I followed him and laying down and faced his back. I watched as his back shook with silent sobs and I could hear an occasional, quiet sniffle.
I slowly scooted closer to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. I nuzzled my head into the back of his neck and just held himself hike he cried. I felt a few of my own tears slip out, but I knew I needed to be strong. For my family, my friends, my boyfriend, and for Joey.

A/N: This was real sad. It didn't follow like what happened afterwards exactly but I kinda had an idea so I ran with it, hope you enjoy!!