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  That's the last I heard from Billy for a few weeks beside idle 'fuck off's, in the hallways between classes. Maybe a few choice words during practice as well as the well known, they didn't have as much malice behind them as they usually did.

  Nancy and Jonathan hung out more and more without me, but it's not like I wanted to be apart of it. It would of been to awkward to stand. I don't want to barge in on Nancy's happiness and being known as the "ex-boyfriend who still hangs around after the relationship ,is completely and utterly dead, like a little puppy" is not a fun title to be known by. Even though I've been known as worse.

I tried to be more social and hang around the kids more, but it was basically awkward tension, that somehow developed when I was gone (being an asshole). It was like I didn't belong in the puzzle like I forced myself in an uncomfortable spot. I even went to the part sessions, I didn't play they were to far into the game to stop and make me a character, I was fine with that though. I missed hearing Dustin and Lucas fight over which spell would be cast, Mike getting so into the game he tuned almost everything out and fighting with Max when she complained about the story line, and Will sitting back just looking happy and way different than the kid they brought out of them upside down.

  Wow. Look at me being a sap.

  Everything had almost gone back to normal and I feeling pretty okay with my arrangements, but Billy just had to be there.

I was driving down one of the backstreets, bored couldn't sleep, at night when I saw a familiar face. He was walking like he was drunk, and being a nice person I decided I didn't want to hear about a dead Hargrove dying because he chocked and suffocated in his own throw up.

I pulled over, hoping he'd be drunk enough to actually get in my car, and not vomit in my back seat.

"Hey asshole, get the fuck in. Yeah I know you'd rather get hit by a car then be with me, but I'd rather keep my conscience clean.", I say before he can flat out reject my offer.

"What?..... fuck off, Harrington, he says pausing and slurring his words, damn he must of had a lot to drink.

I got out of the car and grabbed him, pulling him into the car while he tried to push away, but was obviously to fucked for that.

I hopped back into my seat and got a closer look at him. Fuck. He's bloody and he looks like he's been hit by a bus.
I kind of start freaking by then, in my head of course, thinking what the hell am I gonna do if he dies in my car.

I strapped him in, with him telling me not to be a bitch and to get the fuck out of his face, well thats what I got from his slurred butchered mumbles,but someone has to care for road safety.

I tried not to speed to much on the way to my house knowing that if I got pulled over by Hop or any of the other cops I'd be in it deep, I'd probably look like I was trying to get rid of they body.

I half carried him into my house, up the stairs, and into my room. He had gone unconscious in the car, but had woken up when I was walking him toward the house.

He mumbled out a slow 'what the fuck are you doing' before actually trying to walk on his own. And by his facial expression you could tell it hurt like a bitch.

I laid him down on my bed, my sheets getting bloody could be a worry for another day, probably tomorrow. I went to go get the first aid kit and a damp wash cloth from the bathroom when he grabbed onto my shirt.

"Please... don't leave me.", he said not really looking at me, his eyes going in and out of focus.

"I'm not, I would never... leave you. I'm going to the bathroom real quick. I'll be back very soon.", I said slightly embarrassing myself.

  This was going to be interesting night.

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