Tap. Tap tap.

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard the tapping at your bedroom window. Your house wasn't the best at the moment, and your parents had a tight hold on you. You'd planned to meet your boyfriend after school until they locked you in.

"Hey."

You relaxed at the familiar voice. You pried the window open so your boyfriend could slip in. "Billy, what are you doing here?"

Billy brushed off your panicked whispering like it was no big deal. He cupped your face and leaned in. "I was worried about you. Thought I'd pop by."

"My mom is downstairs," you said softly, leaning into his palm. Your hands settled on his waist and slipped under his shirt.

"I don't care," Billy mumbled. His voice was always soft and firm, his eyes hard as steel. "Was watchin' the Exorcist. Thought of you."