Done For [Billy Hargrove]

Chapter Eleven: Do You Not Remember

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-'ˏ Margo's Pov ˎ'-

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House Party
Sunday , 9:43 p.m
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Everyone seemed too drunk to notice me as I slipped by them and out the door. I enjoyed the fresh air and heavily breathed it in before getting into Billy's car. I waited for him to follow me out.

"No shirt?" I commented as he got into the car.

As soon as the door had shut he reached over to give me a light kiss on the lips. I hummed in response as he drove off.

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"Jesus fuck Margaret be quiet!" Billy said while trying to shush me as he tried to sneak me back into my own house.

"Funny." I said poking his nose and laughing loudly to irritate him.

"You can't go inside if you keep fucking acting like this." He said irritated at my drunken state. He held onto my upper arm tightly trying to support my weight as he dug around in my bag for a key. I couldn't stop myself from laughing at him.

"Fuck it." He groaned, clearly tired of trying to get me into my house silently. He picked me up bridal style and walked down the street to his own house two doors down. I fought against his grip suddenly angry at him.

"Let me go!"

He just rolled his eyes at me and slammed his front door open letting it smack against the wall. I smiled knowing he'd be caught which would force him to let go of me.

He walked into the kitchen and dumped me on the nearest chair he could find which gave me time to see the crudely written note that was on the fridge. It read "We'll be back by tomorrow. Take Max to school, eggos in the fridge for breakfast.". I groaned in frustration. He disappeared around the corner for a second so I got up and started wandering. I led myself down a hall where a red headed girl jumped out at me.

"Holy shit Margo what are you doing here?" Max panted out.

"Heeeeyyyy! Usually this happens the other way around!" I mentioned to her as I remembered all the times she'd come over late at night when she didn't want to be in her own house.

"Oh my god you are so drunk." She led me by the hand to Billy's room and once she shoved me inside she shut the door. I noticed the bookcase still wasn't touched from where we left it. I slowly began picking up books and placing them where I thought they belonged. Once I had all the books back in their spots I picked up the random trinkets, trying to avoid the broken glass, and put them back as well.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice question. I jumped and turned around quickly to find Billy leaning against the door frame with a glass of water and painkillers in his hand. Ignoring his question I put my hands out signaling like a toddler that I'd really really really like some aspirin right about now. He walked forward and handed me the water. I took a big gulp trying to clear my head of the drunken fog. I quickly snatched the aspirin from him and began dumping them out onto my palm.

"WOAH!" he shouts at the amount I just poured onto my hand. I had about 9 so he quickly snatched them back and left me with two as he swiftly recapped the bottle. "Don't fucking play with me. You take TWO like the directions say."