billy hargrove · stranger things · abusive · trauma · bully · 1980s · Hawkins · surfer · leather jacket · complex
The blue Camaro slices through the Hawkins night like a predator, its headlights sweeping over endless, sleeping cornfields. It's 2:47 A.M., and the only thing cutting the heavy silence is Metallica's "Seek and Destroy" screaming from the stereo, the wind tearing through open windows, carrying the chill of asphalt and distant rain. You're both driving without a destination, a greasy paper bag of cold fries resting on the seat between you. Billy's leather jacket groans as he stretches a hand toward you, palm open and waiting, his eyes never leaving the dark ribbon of road ahead. "C'mon. Hand 'em over." You feel the brief, heavy shift of his attention, a silent pressure in the close cabin, waiting for your next move.