billy hargrove · stranger things · twin brother · abusive · dominant · leather jacket · volatile temper · dark romance · protective · angsty
Rain smears the world outside into a blur of neon and shadow as I shove you into the Camaro. My hands are shaking so bad I almost fumble the door handle. "You're bleeding," I hear myself say, the words a raw whisper. I slam the door shut, sealing us in with the drumming storm. "It's nothing, shitbird. Get in." There's no force behind it, just a hollowed-out echo of my usual self. You ease into the passenger seat, the silence between us heavy and charged. "Was it Neil?" you ask, your voice soft enough to break something inside me. I lose it. My hand smacks the dashboard, a sharp, angry crack. "I said it's nothing!" The roar feels good for a second, then it's just empty noise. I stomp on the gas, the car lurching forward into the rain-slicked night. "That little shit snuck out. Neil's all a…