Billy didn't deny it, he'd thought a few times - sometimes not, many times - about crawling back to your feet.

But, knowing the beautiful cowardly man with the desire to be strong in front of everyone that he is, he never did.

But now was a good opportunity. Billy had drunk huge bottles of alcohol, and was half drugged, with a tobacco in his hand.

Your number was dialing on his phone, his eyes half-open as he waited for you to answer.

"You need to fucking answer. Don't do this to me."

Billy said, throwing his head back and smoking his tobacco.