Love Is A Battlefield (A Stranger Things/Steve Harrington Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty: Say You Understand

"Stay here."

"In your dreams."

 We both walked towards the door, stepping outside and shutting it behind us, walking off of the porch and standing there with our arms crossed as Billy's car pulled to a stop, his headlights illuminating us and the front of the house. He got out of the car, taking a cigarette out of his mouth and leaning against the door.

"Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?"

"Its me, don't cream your pants." I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

"Ooh, Blondie doesn't like that very much." He said, taking off his leather jacket to expose a barely buttoned red shirt, exposing his sweater and muscular torso. "She probably only likes it when I talk dirty. What are you two doing here?" Steve took a few steps towards him as he closed his car door.

"We could ask you the same thing...Amigo" Steve answered.

"Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here." Billy stated, his cigarette hanging lazily from his lips.

"Huh, that's weird, I don't know her."

"Small? Redhead? Bit of a-"

"Nope, sorry. No idea what you're talking about." I interrupted before he could say anything else. He nodded, looking down and taking his cigarette out of his mouth.

"You know, This...this whole situation, Harrington, I don't know. Its giving me the heebie jeebies."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day, then I find her with you, and this sexy little piece over here," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "In a stranger's house. And you both lie to me about it."

"Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?" Steve questioned. "I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here, and if you talk about Riley that way again, I'll knock your teeth out."

"What's a matter, Stevie-boy? You finally wise up and tap that?" He asked. "I couldn't believe you didn't before. I mean, why would you be wasting your time on Pencil-neck Nancy Wheeler when you could easily dig into all of this grade-A-"

"Shut up, Man."

"Get lost, you psycho! We told you she's not here!" I shouted.

"Then who is that, Blondie?!" We turned around to see all four of the kids sitting in the window. They quickly ducked down when we saw them, and I shook my head.

"Ah, crap." Steve said, turning around again. "Listen-"

Billy cut him off by shoving him to the ground.

"Billy!"

"I told you to plant your feet." He said, kicking Steve in the chest, causing him to groan in pain.

"Steve!"  I glared at Billy as he started walking towards the house. "Get out of here! You're not going in that house!'

"I am, because my sister's in there. I'm gonna get her, take her home, then I'm gonna come back here and you and I are gonna have some fun, whether you like it or not...but I can't imagine that you wouldn't." I shoved my hands full force into his chest, but he hardly moved. He chuckled, tossing his cigarette aside. "That was cute, Blondie. Really."

I punched him in the face next, shaking out my first in pain as he stumbled back, only to smirk up at me and spit blood onto the pavement.

"I said leave." I shot back. He ran his tonge across the fresh cut on his lip.

"You're pushing it, sweetheart. Move, before I get a lot less nice." This time I slapped him across the face, and he responded with a punch of his own, landing directly on my eye and knocking me to the ground with a significant amount of force.  "Sorry to mess up such a pretty face, but I warned you." He walked inside, and I pressed a hand to my eye, already feeling it beginning to swell up.

"Riley..." Steve groaned. I glanced up as the door slammed shut behind him. He stood up, coming over to me.

"Forget me, go get them!"  He stumbled towards the front door and I got up, following him to see that Billy was in the kitchen, doubled over in pain.

"You are so dead, Sinclair! You're dead." Steve reached him at that point, putting a hand on his shoulder and whirling him around.

"No, you are." He punched Billy in the face as hard as he could.

"Steve!" Max exclaimed, as Billy stood up laughing hysterically. Lucas ran back over to the kids, and they all hugged him.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? Its a shame your girlfriend here hits harder than you do." He exclaimed. "I've been waiting to meet this 'King Steve' everybody's been telling me so much about!"

"Get out." Steve said, pushing him away from him with two fingers. He stared at him for a second before swinging on him, but Steve ducked and delivered another blow, sending Billy crashing into the table.

"Yeah! Kick his butt, Steve!"

"Get him!" He stood up and Steve punched him a couple more times, sending him back into the counter. He laughed again, picking up a plate and smashing it over his head.

"Steve!" I screamed.

"Billy!" While he was distracted, Billy managed a punch on Steve, pushing them both into the living room. He grabbed Steve's jacket.

"No one tells me what to do!" I ran up behind him, yanking on his arm, but he brought his elbow back into my face, causing blood to spew out of my nose as I stumbled backwards, the back of my head colliding into the doorframe, causing me to fall. Dustin ran over, putting his arms under mine and pulling me to my feet just as Billy shoved Steve into the floor and let out a murderous scream. He ran over, sitting on top of Steve and beginning to punch him repeatedly. He had punched him about seven times before I tried to intervene again, wrapping my arms around his neck and trying to force him off of Steve. I was once again unsuccessful as he brought his head back into my face, the brunt of it colliding with my other eye, causing it to start swelling just as much as the other had. I fell back to the floor as it was beginning to get hard to see.

My first black eye wasn't swollen shut, as I feared this one would be, so I was able to see just enough to watch Max shove the sedative needle into the side of Billy's neck. He stood up, turning to look at her with the syringe protruding out of him, and I crawled over to Steve, putting my hands gently on the sides of his bloody and battered face.

"Steve? Steve, can you hear me?" He didn't respond, having been knocked unconscious. I looked up and watched as Billy yanked the syringe out.

"What the heck is this? What did you do?" He stumbled towards her for a couple steps before falling back onto the floor as the sedative started to take affect. He laughed, and Max picked up Steve's bat and walked over to him, holding it up.

"From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?"

"Screw you." She slapped the bat down between his legs, lodging it in the floor mere inches away from his crotch. She pulled it up with a crack of the floorboard.

"SAY YOU UNDERSTAND! SAY IT! SAY IT!" She screamed.

"I understand."

"What?"

"I understand!" He repeated before passing out completely. She dropped the bat to the floor and reached into his pocket, pulling out his car keys before looking at us.

"Let's get out of here."

"How?" I asked. "Steve's unconscious, and I can barely see two feet in front of me, let alone see the road enough to drive."

"I can drive." She said. "I've done it before. I mean, I've only driven in parking lots, but I know how at least." I sighed, looking down at Steve as my face ached with pain.

"I don't like it, but...what other choice do we have?"