Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Death Sentence, I only own people you don't recognize.
A/N I've put pictures up on my profile of who I see roughly as Trish and Trigger, go and check it out.
Thanks to my amazing beta Wisery, and to everyone who reviewed.
I apologize if any of you feel Billy's abit OOC in this chap, im not sure though let me now.
Please review. :D
I began to stir, so I continued to snuggle into the pillow my face was pressed into, hoping to fall back into a deep slumber. It smelled different, but I was too tired to even notice and just continued to lie there half awake. I suddenly realised that my bladder was so full that it felt like it was going to explode. Bah!
I got up, eyes still closed tightly as I was still in a light sleep, and walked towards the bathroom. I hit my head against something hard and fell to the floor with a thump. Ouch!
My eyes opened slightly, and I realised that I had walked into a wall. Where the fuck did the wall come from?
"Aw," I said as I rose to my feet with my hand placed on the area where I'd banged my head. My eyes were slits as they adjusted to the light, but they opened wide when I realised whose smiling faces I was looking at.
The light burned my eyes, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that Baggy and Joe were sitting in front of me on an old, ripped black leather sofa, stifling laughs. I was in gritty living room/kitchen that was a set out slightly like my apartment but on a larger scale, the living room was separated from the kitchen by a round wooden table that only had two chairs placed under it but there was room for at least four.The living room was practically bare except for the TV, sofa and coffee table (that was covered in soda cans, beer bottles and dirty ashtrays) and from what I could see the kitchen sink was filled with unwashed dishes and lots of empty or half empty liquor bottles on the kitchen unit.
I looked down to see that I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a black wife beater, which made me scrunch my face up in confusion.
"Where am I?" My question was answered for me when Billy walked out of what I presumed to be the bathroom, wrapped in just a white towel, his silver cross necklace bouncing off his broad chest with every step he took.
My eyes followed him as he strutted into the kitchen, and my eyes stayed on him as he turned his back to me and casually got himself a piece of cold pizza from the fridge. My eyes began to wander down his back, looking at the tribal tattoos that came down from his neck onto his shoulders and then winding down both of his strong muscular arms.
I looked away quickly when he turned around and placed my attention back onto to Baggy and Joe, who were still looking at me smiling.
"Where's your sister?" I asked, praying that this was in fact Baggy and Rachel's apartment and Billy's shower had broken or something.
"At home with her head down the toilet," Baggy replied. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by Joe.
"You locked yourself out, so Billy brought you back here." Fuck. Billy then walked over and sat down on the couch next to Baggy before eyeing me suspiciously.
"What?" his gruff voice asked before he took a bite of his pizza. It seemed I had been watching him intently as he made his way over to the couch.
"Uhh, could I use your bathroom?" I asked, remembering why I had even gotten up. He just nodded towards the room he had earlier appeared from.
I quickly scurried into the room and closed the door tightly behind me, leaning against it and taking a few deep breaths for a moment or two.
The room was covered in faded white tiles from the floor to the walls. The bathroom didn't have a bath - only a shower, a small sink and a toilet. After using the toilet and washing my hands, I looked up at the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess of curls/waves, and my eye makeup was all smudged. Overall, I looked like I'd had a pretty rough night.
I washed away my smudged make-up and looked around for a brush. Why would there be a brush? I asked myself a few moments later. I then heard my phone start ringing and hurried out of room to get it before they could.
As I re-entered the living room, I saw Joe with my phone to his ear speaking.
"Listen lady, I fuckin' told ya she's…" he didn't get a chance to finish as I snatched the phone out of his hand and placed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone whilst glaring at Joe.
"Trish, who was the vile man…"I cut the women's voice off.
"Mom? Why are you calling me?" I asked, genuinely curious. She hadn't called me since the day I'd left.
"She's been callin' all fuckin' mornin'," Joe added before my mother spoke.
"Do I need a reason to call my daughter? Now who was that foul mouthed man who has been answering your phone all morning?"
Billy had gotten up now and walked into the room I assumed I had slept in as it was near the wall I'd walked into. PLEASE DON'T BE HIS BEDROOM.
"If you're calling to see if I'm going wedding dress shopping with Anna, then I am," I said sharply, ignoring her original question.
Baggy and Joe then got up and walked towards the front door. I tried to get them to stop by mouthing "wait" as my mother spoke, but they just smirked and left.
"I was wondering that, but that's not why I called. Zack has been trying to call you. He says you're avoiding his calls,"she said dryly.
"Yeah, so what if I am avoiding his calls? I've told him a thousand times already that it's over," I said as I looked at my chipped red nail polish.
"I really think you're being stupid. Why not give Zack another chance?"
I felt like I was going to explode with anger. The only reason she had phoned was another attempt to get me back with Zack.
"How many times do I have to fucking tell you, Zack and George that IT. IS .OVER BETWEEN ME AND ZACK! It's been months! Just leave it the fuck alone," I yelled before hanging up and letting out a loud groan.
When I turned around Billy was standing there, looking serious and wearing a pair of dark jeans and a dark top. As usual, he had a cigarette placed between his lips.
"Where's my dress?" I asked whilst tugging at the hem of the large wife beater I was wearing.
"In Joe's room." WHAT? My eyes were wide and my mouth slightly ajar. Billy saw this, and a small smirk appeared on his face. "You didn't fuck him." I let out a loud sigh of relief. "I told you to sleep in his room because he was out, but you crawled into my bed in the middle of the night," he said as he took drag of his cigarette. Oh God, the fucking whiskey. I can't believe Rachel tricked me into drinking it.
I let out a nervous giggle that slowly turned into an awkward groan and turned around to walk to Joe's room, then realised I didn't know where it was.
"Where is Joe's room?" I asked nervously.
He walked up to the door next to the bathroom and pushed it open, slowly brushing against me as he walked by.
I gave him a smile that said thank-you then closed the door tightly behind me so I could change.
The room was small, smaller than mine, and ridiculously untidy. There were clothes (and by the smell coming from the room I assumed dirty ones) thrown carelessly all over the floor, empty cigarette packets and beer bottles scattered everywhere. The walls were plain white but had a few posters of naked women on them. The single bed was placed up against a wall and had a small nightstand next to it. I saw my dress, heels, bag and underwear were thrown near the nightstand.
I walked over to it and began to change. When I was changed back into my red small backless dress I noticed the book on the floor with an ashtray next to it. My curiosity got the best of me, and I went over to take a look. I bent down and pulled the book over to me and was shocked to find it was Romeo and Juliet. I was shocked that Joe would have the book form of the romantic play as I always thought that he had NEVER read a book in his life, but all was made clear when I placed the book down and saw a class schedule!
I picked it up so I could inspect it more closely and was stunned to see that it read:
'Joseph Darley- Class schedule for Sophomore year 2000' Huh- year 2000- thats this year!? That makes Joe like sixteen.
I put the class schedule down, picked up the boxers and shirt I had been wearing, and made my way back out of the bedroom, my heels clopping with every step I took.
Billy wasn't in the living room/kitchen or the bathroom, so I placed the shirt and boxers down on the couch and made my way into the bathroom. I placed some toothpaste on my finger, ran it briefly under the faucet, then began to rub against my teeth. So it wasn't the cleanest or best way to brush my teeth, but it was better than not brushing at all. .
I glanced up into the mirror and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Billy standing in the doorway.
"Shit, you almost gave me a heart attack," I said as I wiped away toothpaste from my mouth.
"I'll give you a ride home now. Do you want a drink or something?" he asked. His voice was quiet, and after he asked, he pulled out a cigarette packet, got one for himself and held the packet out for me to take one. I gratefully accepted one and said that a glass of water would be great.
"So how old is Joe?" I asked as he poured me a glass of water, his cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Sixteen. Why?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously as I leaned against one of the kitchen counters.
"He told me he was nineteen," I said with a small smile on my lips.
A smirk appeard on his lips as he handed me the glass.
"Yeah, he does that a lot when there's an older hot chick about." I could feel my cheeks turning red. God, why don't I have a brush? I thought, suddenly feeling conscious of the mass of tangles on top of my head.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I spoke.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night," I said sincerely. He stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray and was about to speak when there was a bang at the door. Then another. It was nothing like a knock just two bangs. As he walked towards the door to open it, someone yelled from outside.
"Nazi, I know you're fuckin' in there!" The voice was very rough and gruff. As soon as Billy heard the voice, he turned around and quickly walked over to me. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were hard. He grabbed the top of my arm and started to quickly pull me towards Joe's room. His grip was tight and was starting to hurt.
"Billy, you're hurting my…." I began to say but was cut off.
"Shut up and stay in there. Don't fuckin' come out," he said through clenched teeth. He then roughly pushed me into Joe's room and closed the door. I stood by the door, rubbing the top of my arm where Billy had gripped it when I heard him open the front door and loud footsteps entered.
"Where's my money?" the person who had been outside said.
"I was gonna bring it by later," I could hear Billy say. His voice was hard as nails.
"Well I.Want.It.Now. Is that okay with you, Billyboy?" the stranger said. His voice was just as hard as Billy's.
I could hear shuffling and someone walking around, which I presumed to be Billy getting the stranger's money. I walked across the room and sat on the edge of Joe's bed. On the nightstand there was a picture of a woman and two young boys. It was leaning against an empty beer bottle. I leaned in to get a better look at it and saw that the woman had brown hair and a small smile on her lips. The two boys must have been about ten and four. They were standing in a field with lots of trees behind them. I heard the front door slam, so I cautiously got up, walked over to the door, and opened it.
Billy was standing alone by the couch, his jaw still clenched. His eyes burned a hole right through me when saw me leave the bedroom.
"I thought I told you to fuckin' stay in there," he said. His nostrils were flaring, and he looked like he was going to explode with anger at any moment.
"I heard the guy leave so…." He didn't give me time to finish as he interrupted.
"C'mon, I'll take you fuckin' home," he said angrily, grabbing his brown trench coat and his keys and walking straight past me and out the door. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen and followed him out. He was standing in the apartment building hall way, waiting for me to leave. When I did, he locked his door and began taking long strides ahead of him, causing me to have to rush to keep up.
We got into a old and dangerous looking elevator and went down to the first floor. I took one look at the building after we'd left it and decided it was a piece of shit. It looked like it was about to fall to pieces at any moment and, like my apartment building, was covered with graffiti.
We got into his car, and he quickly sped off, his eyes constantly facing the road and his hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
"Who was that guy in your apartment earlier?" I asked trying to make conversation. It probably wasn't the best question to ask. He didn't reply - just kept his gaze on the road.
I let out a sigh of defeat, looked out the window and continued to do so for the rest of the journey. Within five minutes, we were outside my rough looking apartment building.
"Thanks," I said whilst smiling at his angry looking face. I turned around, and as my arm reached for the door handle, he grabbed my wrist, pulled me towards him, and pressed his lips against mine.
At first I was shocked, but then gave into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of lips against mine and the feeling of his unshaven chin and upper lip against my skin. The kiss was strong and powerful, and he cupped the back of my neck to hold me there. At first I wanted it to become more heated, then I realised it was a bad idea.
I pushed him away quickly, got out of the car, and rushed up into the apartment building, not taking one look back at him.
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"I'm dying. God is punishing me for drinking too much!" whined Rachel, her head placed in her hands.
Rachel had been sitting on one of the bar stools for over half an hour, trying to build up the confidence to serve a customer and go near alcohol. She was suffering a lot worse than I was.
"How are you not hung-over?" she asked, now raising her head to look at me. I was standing behind the bar, watching the blonde as she began massaging her temples.
"I am hung-over, just not as bad as you." I gave her a small smile. "Oh yeah, and thanks for leaving me in the car with Billy Darley last night. You know what happened last time I was drunk and alone with him, and thanks for giving me the whiskey,"I said sarcastically. I couldn't actually remember being in the car alone with Billy, but I knew I had been.God knows what I said. She stopped massaging her temples and looked directly at me, grinning broadly.
"Shut up. Joe was with you when I left, and you wanted it," she said.
"Wanted what?" I asked, genuinely curious to what she meant.
"Both. You wanted that whiskey mixed drink, and you wanted to be left alone with Billy," she said, raising her eyebrows at me.
"I did not want that whiskey," I said defending myself.
"Okay, but you wanted to be left alone with Billy," she said still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"What? So? I mean-" She raised her eyebrows at me again. "I, no, whatever," I said before walking over to a man who had just entered and asking him what he'd like.
I walked back over to Rachel five minutes later to see her looking at my phone.
"I see Travis has been texting you," she said as she continued to look through my messages.
"Yeah, he texted me earlier, and we've been texting all day since," I said as I took my phone from her to look at it. "He asked me out already."
"Eager," Rachel said as she got up and began to come around the bar. "Are you going?"
"I don't know. He seems like a nice guy. But I just keep thinking of him as that dick that he was in high school."
"People change," she said as she went to serve a man at the bar, but as soon as a strong whiff of alcohol entered her nasal passages she began to heave and ran off to the toilet.
"Sorry about that. What can I get you?" I said to the man who Rachel had began serving.
As I got the man his drink, Joe walked in alone and came and sat by the bar, his signature grin plastered across his face.
"Trish, can I get a beer?" Joe asked as I put some change into the till.
"No," I said simply. "How about a nice glass of Coke?"
"What?" he asked confused.
"You're too young. I won't serve sixteen year olds," I said, emphasizing the word sixteen.
"You served me when you thought I was nineteen," he said, still grinning widely.
"Nineteen is different than sixteen." He began to tug at his ear before speaking again.
"Fine. I'll take a glass of Coke while I wait for my brother to get here." My body stiffened when I heard that Billy was coming. My eyes had narrowed at Joe, and I could see his grin becoming wider. "I can see you blushing there at the sound of Billy's name."
"I'm not blushing," I said as I went and got him a glass of Coke.
"Don't worry. I mean you were wrapped around him last night," he said grinning widely.
"What?" Huh?
"Yeah, I came in to get some cigs, and you had your leg thrown over him and your arm."
"Whatever," I said trying to shake his comment off. "I don't believe you."
He flashed me a wide grin and took his nonalcoholic drink over to the table the gang usually sat at. Rachel soon reappeared, and after emptying her stomach of all of its contents, she felt much better. So I took some time to myself to begin to read the awful book I had been told to read by the following Monday for my Lit class.
I was sitting at the end of the bar, my head buried in the dreadfully boring book when Billy Darley walked in. He didn't look at me - just walked straight over to his brother and whispered something in his ear that resulted in Joe getting up and walking out of the bar, slowly followed by Billy.
As he got nearer, he looked in my direction, and as I looked back at him, I noticed his jaw was clenched. He gave me a horrible look. If looks could kill, I'd be pushing up daisies right now.
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I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I walked the five blocks home. It was really cold, and the wind was fierce, making my hair blow in all directions. As I came down the road, three men, who were standing there, noticed me and started shouting obscenities.
I quickly turned to cross the road when one of the men walked up to me and lightly grabbed my arm.
"Hey baby, where you goin'?" he asked, his left nostril covered in dry blood and small specks of white powder. He had a mop of blonde hair that blew in the wind and grey eyes.
"Home," I said as I pulled my arm away from him and walked across the road. They continued shouting obscenities until the man who had grabbed me returned to the other two men. They stopped shouting then.
I continued to swiftly walk along the sidewalk. I glanced back and saw the three men now walking behind me, calling for me to stop, and I started jogging down the street. Only to my dismay, this caused them to start running, which made me start running in a full sprint. Oh my god. Oh my god!
Unfortunately, I was carrying a bag filled with books, which ultimately weighed about twenty eight pounds and slowed me down. If it was any other bag, I would have just thrown it and gone back for it later. But I couldn't risk it with what I had in that bag: a paper which was due on Monday that had taken me two weeks to write, and I'd already had two extensions on it. So it was a too much of a risk to just dump my bag.
As I turned a corner, I turned around to see if the men were still in pursuit, and to my horror, they were very close behind me. As I had my head turned to look at them, I didn't see the bag of trash in my path, which I then tripped over, causing me to fall roughly onto the sidewalk.
The three men circled me, and the one who had grabbed me earlier grabbed my hair and aggressively pulled me off the ground by it, making me yelp in pain, and threw me into a dark doorway so passing cars could not see us, but we could see them.
"We told you to stop," one of the men said, who had black hair and looked and smelt like he hadn't washed in days. "And you didn't." He then roughly pushed me up against the wall, where the other two men held me as the man with black hair picked up my bag (which was on the floor) and began to rifle through it.
My eyes burned now, and the first tear fell. I was so scared. I didn't know what they were going to do. Their fingers dug into my arms
"Please, let go of my arms. You're hurting me," I said before sniffling. The three men laughed, and the one who looking through my bag dropped it and came and stood in front of me. He bent down so his face was inches away from mine.
I let out a whimper, and the two men who were holding me laughed and tightened their grips on me. I could feel my lip quivering.
"They hurtin' ya?" the black haired man asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded in reply, trying to fight back the sobs. "Well I'm gonna hurt ya even more. Who knows, you may even fuckin like it!" he said before slapping the back of his hand hard across my cheek. My head flew to the left by the impact of the hit, and I could see at the other end of the street, across the road. Bodie was standing on the corner facing us, his eyes narrowed, I'm assuming because he could hear us.
As soon as I saw him, I began shouting for help.
"Help, Bodie!" I yelled before the dark hair man forced his dirty hand over my mouth. Bodie beckoned for someone who was standing around corner before he started jogging towards me. The men saw him coming, and the two who were holding me instantly let go and took off. But the dark haired one slapped me again, pushed me to the ground, and kicked me in the stomach before taking off.
I began to push myself up when Bodie stopped in front of me and helped me up. As I looked up, I could see Billy making his way down the street and then abruptly stopping in front of us.
"Trish?" Bodie asked as he pulled me out of the dark, obviously recognising me.
"Yeah," I said before spitting blood out of my mouth. "Thanks," I said as he let go of me.
"Are you okay? Who were those guys?" Bodie questioned as I placed my hand to my stinging cheek and looking up to see Billy staring at me blankly with his jaw clenched. His eyes were cutting through me, and his nostrils were flaring. He walked over to the corner and looked around it, seeing if the men were nearby.
"I'm okay. I don't know - some junkies, I think," I said as I leaned down to pick up my bag, which I instantly regretted as my stomach ached from the kick.
Bodie walked off and joined Billy, looking around the corner, but clearly the men weren't there as they stalked back over to me.
I wiped away the tears that were streaming down my face and then tried to compose myself, trying to put on a smile when Bodie and Billy walked over to me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Bodie asked.
"Uh-huh," I said whilst wiping away a stray tear. Bodie just cocked an eyebrow, and Billy was staring at me fiercely, his jaw still clenched. "I'm gonna get going. Thanks again," I said before turning around to leave.
"I'll take her," Billy's husky voice said. I turned around and gave him a small weak smile. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to walk home alone after what had happened. I was still really shaken up, and it meant a lot to me that he'd offered to take me home.
The three of us walked down the littered street and headed around the corner, where I had first seen Bodie. Billy's car was parked nearby, and as we headed towards it, Billy told Bodie to carry on working whilst he took me home.
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We were only in the car for about a minute as we drove the remaining three blocks to my apartment. During that time the tears stopped falling, and I realised that I felt safe with Billy sitting next to me. Safe with Billy Darley? Yeah that makes sense.
As he turned off his rumbling engine, I turned towards him and watched as he annoyingly tapped the silver rings he wore on the steering wheel.
"Thanks," I said softly.
"For what?" his raspy voice asked. He had turned to face me now, and both our eyes were focused on the others.
"For everything," I said, meaning taking me home then and earlier in the day, coming over with Bodie when I called for help, and allowing me to stay at his place when I locked myself out."Do you want to come up for a little bit?" I didn't want to be on my own yet, and I knew Trigger wouldn't be home. I didn't expect him to come up. I mean, after all, I had pushed him away when he had kissed me earlier in the day, but he did agree to come up and with that we both made our way up to my apartment.
I walked into my apartment and turned the lights on before going into the bathroom and looking at my face. My eye make-up was smudged, and my mascara had run down my cheeks. I had a nice red handprint on my left cheek, and my arms and stomach were already bruising.
I found myself redoing my make-up up, which made me question myself on why I had invited Billy up. Did I invite him purely because I didn't want to be alone? Or was it because of something else?
When I walked out of the bathroom I saw Billy sitting on my couch, cigarette in one hand. He was rubbing the back of his bald head with his other hand. I went over to my fridge, got two beers out, headed over to him and handed him one. I then lit myself a cigarette and sat on the couch near Billy.
"What were those guys going to do to you?" he asked as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"I don't know. They were off their faces on drugs. They probably didn't even know what they were going to themselves," I said before taking a swig of my beer. "Anyway I don't wanna talk about that."
"What do you want to talk about?" Before I could answer he spoke again. "You should put something on that cheek." He then got up and walked over to the kitchen, where he ran a cloth under the cold tap and then returned to sit next to me. He then leaned over and put the cold cloth to my cheek, which made me wince. He held it there for a few seconds before I raised my hand and held it there myself.
He leaned back, took another drag of his cigarette, and smiled a small smile.
"So do you always crawl into guys' beds and wrap yourself around them?" he asked. I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I had whiskey, and I should never have whiskey. It makes me do stupid things that I always regret." I could see his form stiffen, and his demeanor instantly changed from the calm one he had been giving off since I'd sat down to a frightening one. I then realised it had sounded like I was referring to the night we spent together when I spoke about the whiskey. Shit! "No, I didn't mean it like that," I said as he leaned forward, took the last drag of his cigarette, and put it out in the ashtray.
"Don't worry about it," he said, but his voice sounded really pissed off. Then he sniffed and rubbed under his nose. He then stood up and went to walk away. "I'll see ya around."
"Wait," I said as I stood up, and to my surprise, he stopped. He didn't turn around, but he stopped. I walked towards him, and when I was standing next to him, he snapped his head so he was looking at me. His eyes cut through me like a knife would have, and all of a sudden, I wanted to kiss him and for him to look at me with the lust filled eyes he had the first night we had slept together. Seriously Trish you are going crazy.
I stood in front of him and looked up at him. He was a good seven inches taller than me, and when he looked down at me with his icy blue eyes, I knew I had invited him up not because I didn't want to be alone, but because I wanted to be with him.
Whilst looking up into his stunning eyes and him looking into my chocolate brown ones, I leaned up (I was standing on tip-toes) and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't respond though. I pulled away and looked deep into his eyes before I leaned in and kissed him again. This time he responded, and when I pulled away, I couldn't help but smile. My stomach was doing flips, and my emotions were running wild. I was happy he'd kissed me back, but I was also angry at myself for kissing him, for wanting to kiss him. But that didn't matter at that precise moment.
Billy had a small smirk on his face when I leaned up to kiss him again, but this time he leaned down a bit to make the kiss come quicker. This time the kiss was powerful, passionate, and full lust.
I broke away from him, took his hand, and slowly led him towards my bedroom, not thinking about anything except being with him again.
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