Not Just Another Number

Babysitters Vs Bully

Sarah's POV

"Am I dreaming, or is that really you, Harrington? I expected Byers. " Billy teases us from his car. I roll my eyes and lean against the door. Steve steps forward, hands on his hips. "Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants."

Billy steps out of his car and slams the door. Steve stomps over to him, leaving me on the porch. I'll stay here. Just incase. "What are you doing here, amigo?" I step away from the door and lean against the railing. "We could ask you the same thing. Amigo." I speak up.

He looks over at me, smirk faltering a bit. He looks back at Steve, face hardening. "I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here." He says around his cigarette. Steve scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's weird. I don't know her."

"Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch?" He gestures. I snort, trying to mask my anger. "You talking about your bit on the side, Hargrove?" I hear Steve laugh, but Billy just stares at me. I can tell that this might escalate, call it babysitter's intuition, so I step off of the porch.

"Look Hargrove, we don't know where your sister is. We'd know if she was here." I stand next to Steve and motion for Billy to move back. "So why don't you just get back in your car and haul ass somewhere else. Maybe she's at some friend's house?"

Billy sighs and throws his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. He shakes his head and smiles sadly. "Y'know Byers, I thought we had something good going on, but I don't appreciate you lying to me." I go to talk, but I hear Steve huff out a laugh.

"Were you dropped too much as a kid or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what she just said. She's not here."

"Then who is that?" Billy points over at the window. I look back at the window and groan inwardly. Every single one of them is peering out that window. Damn it! They all duck down, Dustin's hat the only thing visible now. I'm gonna kill those kids.

"Oh shit. Listen-" Steve tries to reason, but Billy shoves him before he could say anything else. He shoves him so hard that he falls onto the ground. "I told you to plant your feet." Billy mumble.

Billy kicks him in the stomach and makes his way to the front door. "Hey!" I yell. I grab onto his arm and start tugging, trying to stop him. Noodle arms, don't fail me now. I dig my heels into the dirt and it seems to stop him.

He looks back at me, anger clear on his face. "Let go of me." He seethes.

I shake my head and pull harder. He slips a little, but quickly regains his footing. I hear him sigh, when suddenly I'm being shoved to the ground. My stomach hurts where he shoved me. I groan in pain and pull myself up, watching him walk into the house. Gotta.protect...the kids.

I grit my teeth and look back at Steve, whose also trying to get up. I grimace as I stand up fully and walk over to him to help. He takes my hand gratefully and we rush back to the house.

We slam the door open and see Billy cornering Lucas. "Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will." He threatens. Steve rushes over to them and I run over to the others.

I keep them behind me. "I said get off of me!" Lucas yells and rams his knee into Billy's groin. Billy drops him and holds himself. "You are so dead Sinclair. You're dead!"

"No. You are." Steve grabs Billy's shoulder and turns him around. He rears his arm back and punches him square in the face. Billy falls back, having to catch himself on the fireplace.

Surprisingly, Billy begins to laugh maniacally. I gesture for Lucas to stay behind me, and he doesn't hesitate. I try to push them out of the kitchen, in fear of what Billy could do.