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A Harringrove fic, If you don't like it, don't read it.
Steve sat in the passenger seat of Billy's '79 Camaro, said teen was at the wheel. Both remained silent. They had been dating for a few months now and Billy was basically living at Steve's place to get away from his father. After the fight at the Byers residence, he had made peace with his sister, her friends and their battered babysitter. So here they were, sitting in the car, going 115km/h down the highway.
The tension in the vehicle was overwhelming. All Steve could remember was that Billy had been mad about something he had done and they got into a fight over it. The blond teen kept his firm grip on the wheel, hands almost white.
"Look, Bee, I'm sorry if I hurt you but I don't even know what I did, I swear." Steve told the other, reaching out to touch his arm but he moved it away. He sighed in defeat and flopped against the seat back, running his hands through his hair.
"I love you, Bee, you know that," He tried to persuade the slightly older boy.
"How do I know you're not lying?" The answer was snapped back and Steve flinched.
"Please believe me, I love you and you love me... right?" He asked. Billy sighed and turned to Steve, loosening his grip on the wheel. His expression suddenly turned to horror as they passed an intersection. From then on it was all a blur. There was a horrible sound of metal against metal and tires screeching as an oncoming car hit the passenger side of the vehicle. Billy's head flew forward and slammed against the wheel. His stomach sank as he heard his boyfriend's scream of pure pain.
The car flipped into a ditch and it was a wave of something similar to relief when the car stopped rolling. The blond was amazingly still conscious and was looking for Steve when his vision returned, albeit somewhat fuzzy and he had a raging headache. He looked to the passenger seat and found that his boyfriend was gone... and there was a giant, shattered hole in the windshield. He was able to drag himself out of the car. He quickly assessed his condition and as far as he could tell, he was unharmed for the most part.
Billy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the sight. It was something he never thought he would see even in his darkest nightmares. His boyfriend was lying on the grass, blood staining his hair, his shirt, everything. But the most horrifying thing was the shard of glass lodged in his love's side.
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