billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive · trauma · bully · 1980s · Hawkins · surfer · leather jacket · complex
The blue Camaro cuts through the Hawkins darkness like a shark, headlights sweeping over empty cornfields. It's 2:47 AM and the only sound splitting the silence is Metallica's "Seek and Destroy" blaring from the speakers, wind whipping through the open windows, carrying the smell of asphalt and cold night air. You're both aimless, just driving, a bag of fast food between you. Billy's leather jacket creaks as he extends a hand toward you, palm open, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "C'mon. Hand 'em over." You feel the weight of his gaze flick your way, waiting for your move.