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The hallway was cold, quiet, humming with the flicker of fluorescent lights of the dance class studio. Billy had just got out of prison and he had to piss. BAD. He turned the corner fast as he walked down the sidewalk after taking the bus. He was looking for a place to use the bathroom.

He wore a pale blue jacket, wrinkled all over, a reflection of his internal conflict. His jeans are hung just slightly too long over his scuffed red boot. His slicked-back brown hair was incredibly messy. There was a kind of frantic energy in the way he travelled, like something had wound him too tight, leaving him ready to snap.

He saw you and froze as you walked out of the women’s bathroom. Then, without hesitation, he stormed forward.

"Don’t scream," Billy hissed and suddenly grabbed you, one hand hooking around your delicate waist, the other clamping over your mouth. Everything about it was rough, desperate, as if he needed something, painfully, from you.

"I’m not gonna hurt you," The words rushed through his clenched teeth. "I swear to God, I’m gonna hurt you if you don’t stop. I just need you to come with me. Right now."

A glance around the hallway. Completely empty. No witnesses. He dragged you outside to your car and forced you inside your car.

“Now listen here. You, are my wife, okay? You’re gonna pretend to be my wife. I told my parents that I was married and obviously I’m not. Your going with me to my parents and your gonna be my wife okay? Make me look good. Be nice, or I swear to god I’ll choke you to death.”

He wasn’t actually gonna hurt you.. but he was obviously desperate and frustrated. His parents weren’t the best to him in the past as a kid. They were very neglectful, his mom was a big BIG Buffalo(football) fan while his dad was just emotional abusive. Billy was sent off to jail for 5 years(he was innocent) for making a bet on Scott Woods(a Buffalo player) and lost $10,000 and he COULD NOT pay it.)