Sequel to 'The Accident' If you haven't read that then this will not make much sense.
Potential trigger warning for child abuse
I own nothing but the plot
Steve lay on his couch, Billy was in the kitchen making him some soup. He hadn't been able to keep down anything solid since he left the hospital, but the doctor's said that was normal because of his concussion. The long term effects were not known right now.
Billy walked into the living room, trying to balance the soup and his own sandwich on one arm while also carrying a pill bottle in his mouth and a glass of water in his other hand. He finally made it to the couch and Steve slowly sat up to make room for his boyfriend while said man put the food on the coffee table. He kept one hand on his side the entire way up.
"You okay?" Billy asked once he took the pill bottle out of his mouth. He pushed the cap down and twisted with no success with getting it open.
"I'm fine, Bee."Steve held his hand out and Billy placed the bottle of painkillers in his hand. The top came off with a pop in a few seconds and Steve looked up at Billy with a smirk.
"I loosened it up for you," Billy told him, avoiding a hit to his pride.
"I've been doing this a long time, no need to get all defensive," Steve told him, popping a pill in his mouth. Billy quirked an eyebrow in confusion but said nothing. They ate in semi awkward silence. When Steve finished, he put his bowl on the table and laid down putting his head on Billy's lap while he took the last bite of his sandwich. The older boy put his plate on the side table and started running his hand through Steve's fluffy hair.
"Stevie, we need to talk," Billy told the other softly. Said boy tensed slightly and looked up at his boyfriend's face.
"About what? You aren't breaking up with me are you?" Steve asked, his heard filled with dread.
"No, of course not, babe. I came close to losing you once and it's not going to happen again," Billy told him, leaning down and pressing his lips against Steve's.
"Then what's wrong, Bee?" He asked, his body relaxing.
"We need to talk about how you got those scars," Billy said softly, his voice hitching with fear that Steve would shut down.
"What about them?" Steve asked calmly, he didn't want to hide anymore.
"Who did that to you?" He was asked, a kiss was planted on his temple. Steve opened his mouth but shut it quickly when he heard a car door slam. He stood up abruptly.
"Damn! Not now! Why now?" Steve exclaimed, taking a startled Billy's hand and leading him to the kitchen.
"What's wrong babe?" Billy asked, Steve shoved him in the pantry.
"My dad's back early," Steve told him grimly, shutting the pantry door in his face. Steve limped quickly into the living room, careful not to hurt his head or anything else. He leaned over, grimacing in pain as he quickly collected the dishes and brought them to the kitchen. Meanwhile, in the pantry, Billy found a walkie talkie.
"Weird place for a radio," He whispered. He turned the dial to the station he knew the kids would be on and waited just in case.
Steve quickly loaded the dishwasher and started it up as the painkillers started to kick in. He sighed in slight relief as the pain ebbed away.
"Just stay in there until I come get you, no matter what happens, stay in there okay?" Steve asked, he heard Billy try to reason with him from behind the door. "Promise me Bee!"
" Okay, I promise," Billy sighed. Steve walked back into the living room for the third time and sat on the couch as gently as possible as not to aggravate his injuries. Just as he got settled the front door opened and his father walked in.
"Nice to see you didn't trash the place," His father snapped at Steve who flinched and turned around.
"It's good to see you too, dad, did you enjoy the trip?" He asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. John Harrington took a few large steps and ended up in front of the kid.
"Stop running your mouth boy!" He growled, latching his fist around Steve's throat suddenly and his mouth started to move like a fish out of water as he struggled to breathe. He saw stars as his father's fist connected with his face. He let go and Steve took a heaving breath, trying to get air back into his lungs.
"I wasn't... running... my mouth," he gasped. His father, who was walking away, turned back, his face contorted in rage.
"What did you say to me you little whore?" his father growled dangerously. Steve looked up at him, still gasping precious air into his lungs. John Harrington marched over and grabbed his son by the collar of his shirt, punches started raining down on the already injured teen. In the pantry, Billy heard the commotion and already radioed the kids to get Hopper.
It was when he heard the sound of punches that he finally stepped out of the pantry against Steve's wishes. He walked straight into the living room.
"Get your hands off of him," Billy growled, approaching the older man. The man turned around with a snarl.
"So.. you're the person my boy's been screwing while I was gone," he chuckled darkly.
"Billy Hargrove, nice to meet ya!" Billy shouted and decked Steve's father. His boyfriend's father was weak, he was out with that single punch. Paying no attention at the man hit the floor, he ran over to his boyfriend who was unconscious.
"Not again, come on Harrington!" He shouted and Steve's eyes opened. Steve reached up and patted Billy's arm.
"Don't worry, it's a little trick I learned when I was a kid. When I'm unconscious, he doesn't beat me. He did get in some pretty good hits though," Steve told his concerned boyfriend. Billy carefully adjusted the younger boy so his head was on his lap.
"You need to stop scaring me like that, I don't know how much more of this my heart can take. Besides, your face is all ugly and scarred now," Billy joked, Steve started laughing which quickly turned to coughing. He tucked his knees up in pain.
"You're one to talk,"Steve joked back, eyes closed."Help?"
"Yeah, Hopper is on his way, hopefully with an ambulance." Billy told Steve and he nodded.
"Good, now shut up and kiss me."
"What?" A confused Billy asked. Steve smirked evilly.
"You heard-" He was cut off by Billy's lips crashing against his.
"Now that's more like it."
Poor Steve can't catch a break can he? Stay tuned for more
