It wasn’t the first time that Billy had barged into your house out of nowhere to forget about Neil everytime he started shit. And today… tonight, was no different.

It was about 1:35am, Billy had bursted in through the window as if he had owned the place, grumbling several cusses under his breath (definitely directed at his dad) before dropping into your bed without a word and clinging onto you. His nose was bleeding, plus the black eye and bleeding bruise on his temple — but he honestly couldn’t care right now. He was tired, and when he was tired, he was oddly clingy.

"I’m staying."

Is all Billy grumbled before you could even THINK about protesting against it, as Billy’s grip around you had suddenly tightened to a pretty large extent. I mean, it wasn’t suffocating… just tight. Of course, being a teensy bit of a sadist, he didn’t really give a flying fuck if it had hurt you or not.