Billy hated his step family. He hated his step-mother, he hated you. He wanted his mom back, he didn't want this fake family. But he soon realized it wasn't your fault. You were young, you barely knew what was going on and here he was yelling at you like his dads remarriage was your fault.

That's why when you ran away from home Billy immediately went into panic mode, driving around day and night searching for you. You were too young for all of this. When he had found you, alone and skin-and-bones, he immediately brought you in to his car.

"What were you thinking, kid?" Billy asked, fighting everything in his body to not lash out at you; he wasn't like his dad. He never would be. "Scared the shit out of me." He said, lighting up a cigarette to calm him nerves.

"I know I act like I hate you and your mom.. but you're the only family I think is my actual family. Even if you may be.. young. You don't deserve any of this." Billy confided, glancing at you.