Not Your Baby ║ Billy Hargrove

Chapter Sixteen

            Butterflies shot through my body as our lips intertwined on the hood of the car. It was like being in a daze. I lost track of all time as I felt the softness of his lips collide once again with mine. Billy was like honey on a hot day; sweet and incredibly satisfying. His hands stretched their way across my back until they found their home on my hips. I traced his body through his clothes with my fingers, feeling every muscle and vein that protruded on his arms and his chest.

"You're something else." Billy slightly pulled back, leaving enough room between our lips to get a few words out. I giggled, trying to contain my euphoric emotions. His lips connected with mine once more as we kissed through the end scene. I stretched out my head to see the credits rolling on the screen and placed my hands on Billy's shoulders.

"The movie is over." I pointed with one hand towards the screen.

"Yeah," Billy glanced over before kissing me once more. "But we aren't." He caressed my chin with his hand as he slid down the Camaro. Billy extended his hand once more as I accepted and he effortlessly scooped me off the car and back into his arms. I reached up to his face, placing my arms over his neck.

"No, we're not." I confirmed and kissed him once more before heading to the passenger door. I turned my head to look behind me and watched Billy obtain the widest grin and shake his head as he began walking to the driver's side.

The cool, Hawkins wind picked up once more as we began our drive through the winding country roads. Classic rock poured out of the rolled down windows as Billy picked up speed on the straight roads. The rush of speed paired with the adrenaline of kissing him sent my skyrocketed my endorphins, increasing my heartbeat with every push of the gas pedal. Billy flashed a smile my direction as his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel; his veins pulsating with the beat of Highway to Hell. He slowed down as we turned down the last lonesome backroad before we would eventually hit the suburbs. As he began to straighten out the wheel to continue, a large mass shot out from in front of the car. It was the size of a safari animal, with four limbs and what looked to be glistening puss that dripped from its body.

"What the hell?" Billy shouted as he jerked the wheel, causing the car to loose control and slide to the side of the road. I screamed and grabbed the side of the door in an attempt to stabilize myself as we forcefully slid to a halt next to the curb.

"What was that?" I turned to Billy, fear consuming both of our eyes. His eyes never left mine as the fear that consumed them quickly to turned to worry as he saw me latched to the side of the door.

"Are you okay?" he grabbed my leg with his hand which began to sweat.

"Ye, yeah." I stuttered as I frantically pushed my hair behind my ears with shaky hands. Billy's breath began to shorten as he scanned outside. 

"I'll be right back. Stay here." He tightened his grip on my thigh before surveying the empty street once more.

"Billy, just stay." I pleaded, completely terrified of what was lurking outside. I quickly reached for his hand but was too late; watching him slip out of the car with extreme caution.

As he emerged from the car, a screeching noise was heard from behind the Camaro. My head shot to the side mirror as I saw a red 1986 Volkswagen Vanagon barrel down the corner we just turned. It pounded to a halt behind us and the ignition stopped spinning. I know that car... My mind tried to battle fear with ration as my face became shocked with realization.
"Nancy?" I breathed.