"𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘?"

Stu gazed down at me, confused.

"He... Come with me" I replied quietly as I dragged him through several streets until we were in a secluded alley way, alone- I leant my forehead against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Where's Billy?!" he asked, checking the area behind us to ensure nobody was following us.

"He'a gone to kill Himbry," I replied as I moved my head so my cheek was pressed against his chest instead, I could feel his figure tense slightly.

"What?! Oh man, we weren't supposed to kill Himbry!"

I rubbed my hand over my face, "he... he tried to- to rape me, Stu. Today, in his office".

Stu's face dropped, holding me at arm's length- "he what?! When?!"

"When they questioned me, that's why Billy and I weren't in after first".

He pulled me closer into him after only a few seconds, inspecting me for any injuries before his eyes landed on my lip and my neck, "did he do that to you? On your neck?" he asked as he pushed my head lightly to the side.

I nodded, letting him rub his hands over my skin gently, thumbs rubbing over my jawline as his studious gaze studied the red marks stretching across my neck- my heart beat rapidly as he pulled me in, feeling his rapid heartbeat against my pounding ears.

"I- I'm so sorry that happened. Are... are you ok?" he asked worriedly, rubbing the hair atop my head before kissing it.

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I moved my head so our noses were touching- "yeah. I'm ok, it was... scary."

He nodded, moving my head with his in result. I smiled as he pecked the surface of my cherry flavoured lips with his pink ones, holding my cheek in his hands and catching my hair with it- it was the type of kiss you see in movies, starts of slow and innocent, tentative, but turns passionate and makes your toes curl in your black boots.

He pulled away, smiling down at me and displaying his deep dimples and his pearly whites- "I... you're really cool," he stated dorkily, kissing my cheek before his eyes floated quickly to behind me.

"Without me?" I heard a deep voice ask- Billy.

I turned around to see him leant against the wall to the alleyway we were standing in, smug smile stretched across his villainous lips.

I smiled, looking to Stu quickly, who let my waist go so I could make my way to Billy.

I smiled, kissing his cheek before running over to the boy, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist- he wrapped his long limbs around my torso and squeezed me tightly to himself.

"How you doin' Babydoll, you ok?" he asked into my hair- I nodded, smiling.

"Better- oh, you have uh... you have some blood on you."

He let me down, turning around for me to wipe the crimson liquid away- in any other situation, I would feel remorse, but because it's him...

I'd go to his funeral dressed in extremely bright colours.

I let the liquid collect on the tips of my painted fingernails, feeling the warm sensation of the heat radiating from it- it was warm blood, so Himbry must have just died.

Billy turned back, holding my finger out to inspect it before looking back up at me tenderly.

His hair was slicked back with gel, his torso dressed in a white t-shirt and his blue jean pants clinging to his legs- I could see his muscles moving under his clothes whenever he shifted his body.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore, ok?"

I smiled, nodding before wiping the liquid away with a tissue I had in my pocket- Billy removed it from between my fingers and burned the piece with Himbry's DNA on it- "no evidence," he muttered to himself, dropping the tissue to the floor and stamping out the flame- he left no evidence, just as he said, not even powdered pieces of tissue behind.

He was pushing my hair behind my ear tenderly as steps resonated from behind me, slow and menacing in their pace.

I felt Stu's hands on my shoulders, then on my collarbones, then slightly wrapped around my throat- the atmosphere was growing more intense by the second and even though it felt wrong doing this here, and now, when it came to these boys, it felt like my body wasn't mine anymore, like something possessed me to serve them however they wanted- it was a type of high I had never experienced before, with neither boy nor girl.

Billy was grinning at me with that sick, almost twisted grin as his face came closer to mine, watching as Stu's grip tightened slightly- I sucked in a breath as his face nuzzled into my neck and he placed wet, sloppy kisses over the sensitive skin that Stu's ungodly large hands didn't cover.

It lasted all of ten seconds before he pulled away and Stu leant down a considerable amount to reach my ear, breathing hot breath over me- "later, Sweetheart, later".

𓆈

I groaned, sifting through the tapes in the cart- Candyman, Jacob's Ladder, movies like that.

Randy swatted my hand away, to which I flicked him and leant next to Stu behind a rack, who discreetly stuck his finger in the band of my harness- which he had told me he 'very much appreciated'.

I smiled, resting my chin on my open palm as I made eye contact with Randy who rode over on a cart, raising my eyebrows and smiling cheekily.

"You coming to my fiesta tonight?" asked Stu, still toying with my clothes. I smiled as I picked up the tape he had placed on the rack- The Unholy, a classic.

Randy nodded as he placed more movies away, moving briskly, "yeah, I'm off early- curfew, y'know?" he paused slightly, looking off to where Billy was talking to a girl... I was slightly jealous, I'll admit. "Oh, now that's poor taste".

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking to Stu who looked equally as confused- Randy had too much knowledge, to say the least. It was likely he wouldn't survive tonight.

I rolled my eyes and left Stu to talk Randy down whilst I wandered around the movie rentals, feeling eyes on me- Billy's eyes. His orbs were stalking my every move as I shifted through random racks for a while, sorting through them for any true crime documentaries I liked- 'The Bloody Countess' was probably my favourite- the story of a Hungarian countess who tortured and killed young girls and then drank and bathed in their blood once they died.

It was a sick story, utterly twisted and vile, but the cinematography and storytelling on this particular tape was incredible.

Billy was still watching me closely, as if waiting for the perfect excuse to break away from the girl with frizzy blonde hair and come over to me.

Eventually he did, leaving the girl's side and almost stomping over to me- why he was so angry, I couldn't tell.

"Geez," I started as he pulled me by the elbow behind a wall of tapes big enough to stand behind, "who-"

He silenced me by slamming his hand over my mouth, abruptly ending my sentence and peeking at the video store before turning back to me, "what's Randy talking to Stu about?" He demanded with authoritative tones in his voice, letting his hand leave my lips long enough for me to talk.

"He thinks- well he's guessing- that you're the murderer," I confessed quickly, "you might wanna go sort that out."

He nodded, looking angry as he did. Huffing, he kissed me quickly before pulling away and grabbing my cheeks between his fingers and thumb, pushing them together, "you're a good girl, telling me that. You've been a good girl for me and Stu, don't think we haven't noticed. Soon, we can leave here and live just us, hm? How does that sound?"

I nodded, managing to push the word "good," through my lips before he let go and quickly stormed away- I took a minute to calm myself and slid down onto the floor, head in hands.

What had I gotten myself into, and more importantly, why was I ok with it?