Anonymous •Billy Hargrove•

•Chapter Four•

After the weekend Billy swore himself that he'd stay awake to see who brought him the sandwiches. But he failed, with his dad being home and barely getting any sleep he couldn't help but fall asleep with the boring voice of his history teacher in the background.

When he woke up, there was once again a sandwich in front of him and he had to grin. He thought it was definitely weird but also kind of cute to have someone to think about him like that.

And once again there was a note under the sandwich.

"This Time a bit more neatly packed. And thank you for helping the girl on Friday. I think that meant a lot to her."

When Elena wrote that note she was almost too sure that he'd figure out it was her. But then she remembered that he probably wouldn't think twice about it.

And he didn't. But he did enjoy that sandwich.

Elena sat once again on her Chevrolet eating her sandwich, thinking about Friday. Elena and Billy got drunk together without saying a word to each other. They weren't a fan of each other, at least that's what she guessed, but she figured that company wasn't the worst thing in the world. And it never got awkward between them, they were quiet and just enjoying everything. Appreciating the nature. Appreciating the company.

"Privet!" She flinched as Steve stood in front of her, grinning, beside him Jonathan and Nancy. "You know that I'm not Russian right?" She said, raising an eyebrow with a slight grin. "What, you're not? But you have this accent..." he said, getting flustered because he embarrassed himself in front of a dead drop pretty girl. "I'm Serbian. It's pretty near to Russian, which is why we almost have the same accent. And we say 'Zdravo'." She laughed as she kept eating. "Zdra- what?" He seemed completely lost. "Zdravo." She repeated, slower now so he could understand her properly.

"How did that get there?" Nancy suddenly asked, pointing on a new gash across her cheek. She went pale, which was pretty visible due to her being tan. "I got it from a bar fight on Friday." She said, lying straight to their faces. She knew they were suspicious. "Billy was with me!" She said, hoping he'd play along as she went over to him, the group trailing behind her.

"Hey, remember that bar fight we had on Friday?" Elena asked, empathizing her words. Billy just looked at her if she was crazy, before she gave him a stern look. "Ah yes! I was pretty wasted, sorry." Billy said, as he gave one of his billion dollar smiles. "Was pretty fun though." He said grinning as he looked at the healing wounds on his knuckles. "Told you." She said shrugging as she turned back to the group.

They weren't completely convinced but they didn't want to pressure her further into talking. "We gotta go now, see you later!" Nancy said with a smile before the three of them left. "So why exactly did I lie for you?" Billy asked as Elena light up a cigarette, offering the blonde one. She lit his cigarette also up. "Because I had to explain this." She murmured annoyed as she pointed to the gash on her cheek. "And how did that get there?" He asked, his body tensing up. Because he thought immediately it was Tommy. "Bar fight." She shrugged. "Yeah I don't believe you." "I guess you have to."

Billy was curious why Elena would lie. So he decided to follow her home and confront her. He hated people that lied and he hated lying. So she had to tell him why he was lying to her friends. Because he surely didn't remember her having that gash on her cheek when they were drinking or when he had to carry her asleep to her car.

So when Elena got in her car with her sister, he stomped out his cigarette and got in his Camora. At a safe distance he followed the girl until they were a few miles out of town.

He was confused as she pulled in a drive way. From her looks, he would've figured that she was rich but her house looked more than worn down. He stopped his car across the street.

He saw a man sitting on the front porch, a bottle of booze in his hands. As soon as the man saw Elena and her sister getting out of the car, the man yelled something in a language Billy didn't know.

And he already had a bad feeling from where she got that gash on her cheek.

He watched as Elena walked past the man, he assumed was her father, into the house. The man yelled something, following them inside and the next thing he heard was a loud crash, which even made him flinch. He was torn between going in and helping with whatever fuckery was going on or drive of and pretend like he didn't know what was going on.

"Oh fuck this." He muttered under his breath as he got out of his car. With his head held high he walked over to the door, knocking quite loudly against the door to overtone the yelling inside. Within seconds it got quiet.

Billy hadn't had to wait long until the door was opened. In from of him a man, which was at least 4 inches smaller than him in a dirty white tank top and apparently no pants. He reeked of alcohol and puke so bad that even Billy couldn't help but scrunch his nose.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice was quite deep and a thick accent laying over it. "I'm Billy Hargrove, nice to meet you." He gave one of his billion dollar smiles before continuing, "I think your daughter Elena accidentally took my book instead of hers and I really need it because all of my notes are in there." God He almost seemed innocent.

He only grunted and went out of the way to let Billy through.

Billy almost choked on spit as he saw the house. It was dirty, really messy and glass shattered everywhere and it reeked of booze which was probably growing it's own family under the floor. "Down. Right." The father said before stumbling into the living room. He probably didn't speak English at all beside a few words. And that makes Billy think he probably didn't understand a word the tall blonde has said.

Billy followed the instructions that he gave him and knocked on the old wooden door which had by the way a disgustingly moldy smell to it. When no one answered Billy decided to walk inside.

He saw the girl, that was always happy when she was in school and gave everyone a smile despite them hating her, sitting on her bed looking broken as ever. Her hair was a mess, the light makeup she had on smudged down her cheeks. She sat there, her legs to her chest and her arms wrapping around them.

"Hey." Elena immediately flinched at the sound of Billy's voice. She was in such a trance that she didn't even heard that someone had came into her room. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" She asked, loudly. And god, Billy has never seen her like this. This furious and angry.

"So that's how you got your little injury." He simply stated at the shattered glass that was spread on the floor of her room. She stood up, and compared to Billy she was small but he had respect. "You have no fucking right to be here! So what the fuck are you doing in my damn house!" She yelled, pushing the boy back. "Elena-" "No fuck this! You think because we get drunk one time that you can come and waltz into my house at any given moment?"

Billy didn't got mad. He was not mad, not even feeling attacked. Because he understood the way she felt. Right after getting beat up by the own father, the anger that builds up, god this anger. He almost felt it cursing through his own veins. Every time his father would beat him he'd go out and get into a fight.

"Hit me." "What?" It was almost cute at how confused Elena looked. From angry to confused in under 3 seconds. "Hit me." "Billy I'm not-" "FUCKING HIT ME!" And with that Elena's fight or flight emotions responded and she did what the adrenaline in her body told her to. And she fucking punched him square in the jaw.

Billy held his jaw. God, that girl got a punch! "Feeling better?" He asked as he moved his jaw a few times because you don't underestimate girls like that. They can have a hard ass punch.

"Yeah." She said, breathing in sharply as she held her fist. "But why the fuck are you in my house again?" She asked now looking at him, seemingly calmer. "Well I wanted to know why you were getting me caught up in your lies and wanted to find out what really happened. I guess I did." He sighed as he looked around. "But I wanted it to be more conversational than  physical."