(Tw: forced sexual actions)

(1250 words)

After the whole fight with the Demogorgons, we decided that we needed to head back. Steve and I led the way, going down the same train tracks as we had come up from. The two of us had flashlights with addition to Dustin having one too. Me and Steve were having our own conversation. "So," my ears perked up. "You went out with Hargrove..."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Why," he questioned.

"Excuse me?" I retorted as though I didn't hear him.

"Well I'm just majorly confused because he's a dick and you," he paused. "You deserve more than him."

The words rolled of his tongue. They melted through me, and it made a unconscious smile appear across my lips. "Thanks, Steve," I appreciated him.

Billy flooded to my mind. I then, at that moment, felt guilty for ditching him. I got worried that he might begin to suspect my intentions of him and Steve. My head spun in circles. "I need to go," I made aware to him.

He was in the middle of a dispute between the three children. "What?" he exclaimed. "No! You can't leave!"

"I'm sorry Steve," I began to walk off as he grabbed my wrist.

"I need you."

Those words were persuading, but I couldn't give in to the temptation.

I speedily made it back. Thankfully, it wasn't far from the Wheelers. Nancy had given me her garage key in case of any emergencies while she was gone. This was an emergency.

I hustled to her house and knocked on the door once to check before opening the garage. I heard footsteps as a robed Mrs. Wheeler opened the front door. "Well hello there, sweetheart!" she smiled tenderly. "What a pleasant surprise."

I had met Mrs. Wheeler when I hung out with Nancy on Tuesday to get a costume. We sat and studied and did homework before so we could both go home and crash afterwards.

She let me in. "I'm assuming you're here for Nancy, but she's not here, I'm sorry," she explained.

"Oh no, I'm here to get some stuff from her," I lied. "I was hanging out with her and she told me that she needed me to collect some stuff for her."

"Well," she continued talking. "You can stay as long as you need, dear. There's no rush."

I smiled wide. "Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler."

"Anytime, sweetheart," she hugged me. "Also, I am hopping in the bath right now. If you know where everything is, I don't mind you going in her room by yourself. I trust you."

"Yeah," I said. "I know where everything is. You need to go and take care of yourself."

She blushed. "Thank you," she walked up the stairs, back to her room.

I wasn't there to get anything; I was there to hide from my problems. I hoped Nancy was going to be back soon. I wandered into the kitchen and found freshly made cookies. I took one and began to eat it. I waltzed around the house and made it into the bathroom. I finished the cookie and washed my hands. I looked into the mirror. I looked kinda gross but then again, I don't actually give a flying fuck.

'Damn, its hot in here,' I thought as I pulled the jacket I was wearing off and put it on the counter with my flashlight.

When I was in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I yelled to Mrs. Wheeler.

"Thank you, Addeline," she hollered back.

I opened the door to be met by none other than Billy Hargrove. He looked stunning in his red shirt, buttoned up a few buttons layered underneath his shiny black leather jacket. He grinned. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Little Byers is here," he said leaning down to me. "And why is that?"

My breath hitched as he made his way inside. I finally spoke up. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm here looking for my bitch sister," he said, inserting his hands into his jeans pockets. "What're you doing here?"

He stepped closer to me, his eyes grazing over the top of the tank I was wearing. "I'm here to get some stuff from Nancy," I lied.

"Really?" he asked, stepping one inch closer.

"Yes," my breaths skipped as he leaned in to kiss me.

I longed for this feeling all weekend. He pulled away to tease me. "You want that, don't you?" he teased as his hand rested on my neck.

"Billy," I groaned. "No-"

It was barely a whisper.

I wish I spoke up now

"What?" he answered.

He pulled me to the bathroom and shut the door. He pulled me to him against the counter. He made his way down my neck. My hands clutched his hair as he chuckled into my neck after leaving sloppy kissed. I felt so uncomfortable but I knew he'd get mad if I pushed him away. He picked me up and placed me on the counter. He stood between my legs as he gripped my waist tightly. He came back up to my lips. His hands fell at the top of my jeans as he pushed his fingers inside the hem, rubbing his fingers across the waistband, slightly putting pressure underneath.

That was it.

Hell no. Not here, not now, and at this rate, not ever.

I didn't say yes and he's not respecting that.

The realization hit me that he had begun unbuttoning the jeans and I immediately wanted it to stop. My hands were still in his hair, and I tugged hard, pulling him up.

"Ow! What the fuck!?! Jesus that hurt," he hollered

"We can't," I spoke out.

"Why not?" he whispered.

"Just because, not tonight," I answered. "I don't feel comfortable doing it here."

He rolled his eyes. "Geez, I just wanted to have some fun," he scoffed.

I began to feel self-concsious, and I pulled up my jeans. I was about to cry. Billy just sat on top of the toilet lid. I continued fixing myself in the mirror. I glanced at the ground. "Why can't you take my 'no' for an answer and not be upset?" I asked.

"Why can't you be any fun?" he chuckled. "Why can't you just let me do what I want with you? You know you want it. Why can't you not be a bitch?"

Talk about a turn off.

I felt my blood boil. "Fuck you, Hargrove," I said between gritted teeth as I stormed out. I grabbed my jacket.

I went for the door as he grabbed my arm. I winced in pain as he turned me to face him. He let go, realizing he hurt me from the tear that fell from my eye. "I'm sorry, Adds. I shouldn't have said that."

I hit at his chest angerly, it didn't seem to phase him. I became weak and began to bawl into him. He picked me up and walked me to his car. He placed me in the passenger seat and got in the driver seat. He pulled out and began to drive down the road. He was quiet. No words, no motions. Nothing.

I turned my puffy face to see his. "I know that hurt you and it hurts me to hurt you, trust me," he pleaded.

"Yet you still did."

He nodded. I wiped my face, still upset. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Your house. You're in a bad condition and I need to find my sister," he replied.

I had a bad feeling about going home. Something deep down told me to not go.