Intentions (BillyHargrove)

SIXTEEN

As soon as we stepped out of billy's house his "mother" followed out after us, yelling something about how what that man did to Billy was just catching him at a bad time. But she didnt protest long, soon turning back around to open the front door and stepped back inside for the night. Billy was already inside of his car, the loud sound of the engine startingup making my feet scurry across the sidewalk to quickly get into the passengers side next to him.

His hands were both gripped around the steering wheel tightly, so tight that i could spot out the small purple and pink veins along his fingers. His breathing was slow, and very quiet. Adding to the quiet and very awkward silence inside of the car.

"I think you need to take me home, Billy."

His head turned to the side and the sight of his tired eyes almost made me tear up. The dark purple bags under his puppy eyes as his lips turned down into a frown, but something changed, his soft features turning into a look of annoyance and anger.

"fine." he said shortly, turning his torso to the side as the tires screeched against the pavement, black smoke pooring from the end of the car as he sped down the road. A few cars were honking at us and a few even rolled their windows down to try and yell at him as the passed.

"You want me to take you home, right?" He added while he pressed his foot down against the petal, sending the car past the red light in front of us and past a stop sign.

A large lump formed in my throat while my hands reached up to grip the sides of the handle hear the door as the car sped around a sharp left turn.

"Slow down, everything is going to be okay-"

A short laugh left his lips once his head shook from side to side. "Its fine huh? This always happens to me." He said under his breath.

What did he mean by this always happens? His so called father putting his hands on his son was something i was not expecting, it explains a lot about Billy.

Before i could think about what i was doing i reached my hand over to grab onto his shaking one. It took him a minute, but finally i felt his hand grip back onto mine.

My head turned to look out of the window to avoid weird side eye looks with each other, i think its best for it to be quiet right now, knowing my luck id say something that would make things worse. All he needed right now was someone to be there for him, and if he wants to talk, i would be there listening.

I could feel his rough fingertips dig into the back of my hand from the tight grip he had on me, his thumb would ever so slightly swipe back and forth across my skin, making a small grin form on my lips.

He was a sad boy with a bad home life that just needed something good, even if it was just for a few seconds.

But the moment got cut short when he turned the car down my road and stopped exactly three houses away from mine. He cut the engine off and turned his torso towards my own, removing his larger hand from mine in an instant.

We sat there staring at one another till he finally spoke.

"Alright, get out. You got company"

My eyes cut over to his while a confused look formed on my face, " I do not. Also cant you take me to my house? Its only a few more down."

"Oh yeah? Then who is that?" He said harshly.

He leaned forward as he used his thumb and pointer finger to turn my head to look down the road towards my house. The back of Steve's car was sat in the driveway and i could see the lights on in the livingroom from the open windows.