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A/N: Alright we've come to the end of this story; and I want to thank all of my reviewers from last week; glasvegas, chaylorXtraylorlover101, seabreezylady18, cornique chaylor girl, MermaidRam85, Phelycia, TraylorxChaylor, mzwendy85, Caramello08, and lilmissmonique. I hope everyone enjoyed this story, because I certainly enjoyed writing it. I hope this ending is to your liking and please don't forget to send me a review when you're finished I can't wait to hear what you think.
Baby S
Chapter Ten
Billy dragged the struggling Taylor, into his home ignoring her curses and cries for help once inside he tossed her to the floor and slammed the door closed and locked it before turning to see her rushing away from him obviously looking for a way out of the home. In two quick steps he had her by the back her shirt and slung her to the floor. Screaming out in surprise Taylor rolled onto her back clutching the arm she fell down on in pain as she stared up at him in utter fear. He watched her for a brief moment before shaking his head. "Why do you make me hurt you?" Taylor remained quiet, as Billy knelt down beside her and lifted her arm up to his eyes so he could check her over. Taylor watched him and then looked down at her fingers; she almost gagged when she saw that his finger nails were caked with blood. Forcing her shudder to remain down she focused on a spot over his shoulder. "You really should be more careful." He admonished as he gently set her arm down and then took the other man within his and pulled her up to her feet. Taylor looked away from him but Billy lifted his hand and forced her to look him in the eye. "Am I right?" he asked softly like a parent talking to their wayward child. Taylor studied his face for a few moments, taking in the lines that had carved themselves into his cheek skin which caused him to have a permitted smile plastered on his rather sinister looking features. Unable to stop herself she asked softly.
"What happened…?" he jerked away from her and took two steps back fingering the cuts as he watched her silently before chuckling.
"They are marks of my love for you?" Taylor's face immediately turned into a frown that set Billy's teeth on edge.
"You did this to yourself." He chuckled then, or rather giggled. At the moment Taylor was not so sure, and she wasn't even sure if she knew which one would be worst. Billy dragged a hand through his hair as he looked at her and sighed.
"No…these were giving to me because certain people didn't like the fact that I love you." He replied softly as he stepped forward and grabbed her hands, his grip tightening around her as he pulled her close. "They didn't understand our love." Taylor looked up at him with tears in her eyes before shaking her head.
"You have to let me go…my son." Billy released her then, disgust showing throughout his face before he turned his back to her. Taylor quickly swallowed her words as she looked at him fearing his coming reaction.
"You're still thinking about him." Feeling a sudden burst of anger she nodded her head and then spoke up bravely.
"Of course I'm still thinking about my son. I love him." She barely had a chance to scream before Billy was back upon her holding her tightly within his grasp he looked into her eyes and frowned.
"I should have killed the boy when I had the chance…he's your only link to Troy. He's the only thing keeping you attached to a man that never truly loved you not like I love you." Taylor frowned then and shook her head furiously before speaking.
"He loves me…he would never hurt my friends or anyone else like you have. He loves me and he would never dream of hurting anyone. He's too good for that." She screamed as she looked up at her. Billy instantly became furious as her words hit him, reared back and slapped her hard. He watched as a cut immediately appeared on her cheek. As he stood over her pone figure a glint on a hand caught his eye. Sneering he knelt down, and began forcefully taking her wedding ring off. "No! No!" she cried fighting against him, Billy however didn't look at her he just gave the ring a final yank completely ignoring the cry of pain that came from Taylor as he dislocated her ring finger. He ignored her crying and held the ring up to his face for a moment before tossing it behind him. The only sounds in the house were those of the ring rolling to a stop and Taylor's pitiful sobs. He sneered as he watched her hold her hand close to her chest as tears rushed down her cheek. Kneeling down he looked at her face and just chuckled for a moment.
"I hope it hurts…cause now you probably understand how I felt when you rejected me for that bastard Bolton…but don't worry we will correct that mistake of yours before the night is through." As he finished he began chuckling his laughter sending instant shudders up and down Taylor's spine as she stared up at him in fear.
"All I need is thirty minutes." Troy stated firmly as he looked up from the table where he was quickly going over Billy Watson's file. He noticed the look of protest on Dennis' face and spoke again this time more firmly. "Thirty minutes." He replied again as he stood and closed the file. It had only been a few minutes earlier that Troy's parents had come and taken Anthony to the hospital to get him checked over for any scratching.
"I can't allow you to do that, Troy." Narrowing his eyes at the younger man, Troy stepped towards him and pointed a finger into his chest before leaning in close and speaking, his voice taking on a rougher tone as he spoke to him.
"That sicko kidnapped my wife…all I'm asking for is thirty minutes. He wants a final confrontation with me…not the New Mexico police department just me." He exclaimed coldly as he looked at him. "And that's exactly what I'm going to give him."
"You'll kill him…you'll kill him." Dennis replied as he looked at Troy as if he had grown two extra heads. "I can see it in your eyes." Troy clenched his jaw for a moment, as he listened to the tone of Dennis' words. Was the other man completely insane, of course he was gong to kill the bastard when he caught him he was going to make him pay for haunting his family. For trying to kill his friends, for terrorizing his son, and for touching his wife again. Oh he was going to kill him; there was no doubt about that. Troy looked back at Dennis and sighed while lifting a hand and placing it on the other man's shoulder.
"I'm not going to kill him…I just want to get my wife back." Troy replied trying his best to make his words believable because they sounded like a load of bullshit even to his own ears. Dennis narrowed his eyes slightly studying him, analyzing him. "Look I just want my wife back…come in after thirty minutes, and…and arrest him, but let me get my wife back."
"You do realize that the case against you if you kill him-." Troy's blue eyes darken considerably as he looked at him for a moment before speaking.
"No one in this entire city would blame me."
"He wants you to come to him like this…angry just like he is. Consumed by it." Dennis replied quickly as he followed after him. "Don't let him win." He exclaimed as he followed behind Troy who was cautiously putting his gun holster back on, while being mindful of his wounds that had hardly been treated while he had sat waiting on his parents to arrive to pick up his son.
"I'm going to let him win…but I am wasting time standing here telling you this." Troy spat out as he finally hooked everything together. Dennis eyed him for another moment before sighing.
"Fine thirty minutes…radio in before you enter the house so we can give you exactly that. I'm not an asshole and I know that you need this. You need to correct this on your own." Dennis replied softly as he looked at him for a moment before sighing. "You better get out of here before I change my mind." He muttered as he turned away from Troy already trying to see what could be said if Troy did actually kill the man. Troy didn't wait for him to repeat himself he just hopped in his car and sped off hoping that he had been delayed to long where the man could have done something to Taylor. If he had allowed that to happen by waiting, he would never forgive himself. Never forgive himself.
Billy had left her alone on the floor near the front of the house while he went upstairs to 'prepare' as he had worded. Too scared to move, Taylor rested her back against the wall her body either focusing on the pain in her hand that was coming from her dislocated finger or from the cut on her cheek. She simply stared at the wall opposite her in a daze, as she tried to focus on Troy and their son. She barely looked up as she heard Billy making his way back downstairs, not even looking up she spoke. "So what are you going to do…are you going to rape me now?" she asked softly finally lifting her head up to look at him. Billy studied her for a moment before shaking his head and kneeling down in front of her so that they were face to face. He lifted one hand up and brushed it against her cheek frowning as he noticed her shudder.
"I would never rape you."
"You tried back in college." She countered as he shook his head furiously reaching up he cupped her cheeks in his hand forcing her to look at him. He leaned even closer to her to and spoke.
"I was going to make love to you then…just like I am now. We will have our night." He whispered as he forcefully pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Taylor pushed against his chest as he held her to him, his powerful grip something she could not fight out of.
"Why can't you just leave me alone…I don't want to be with you…I just want my family." She cried as she looked at him. He narrowed his eyes at her words and pulled her into the living room. Taylor struggled against him as he flicked on the light, and forced her eyes towards the wall. Leaning close he placed his lips next to her ear as he whispered.
"I am your family now…just like it should have always been. That should have been my son and you should have been my wife." He shouted as he forced her to stand up from her bent over position. "Now look at this wall." Taylor didn't though; she simply looked at him with a frown on her face as she studied him even more.
"Why?"
"Just look." He growled as he caught her chin within his hands and turned her face so she could look. "This is my testament to our love …my masterpiece for you…don't you see I've loved you all along, I've always loved you…ever since we first met all those years ago back in high school from the moment I first saw you…from that very moment I knew we belonged together."
"Despite what I said." She whispered as she looked over the pictures in horror that had each letter of her name scratch over the person's face. Knowing that these innocent people had been murdered because of her, break her heart. Billy was focusing on her words before shaking his head angrily.
"What you said? You never said anything, all you did was repeated the rejects that your friends filled your mind with. You never once stated your true feelings but I could see it every time you looked into my eyes."
"My eyes…," she scoffed at his tone, and finally after he had released her chin turned to look at him. "If there's one thing someone should know about me…it's that when I say something I mean it, and no one controls me." Billy stared at her for a moment longer before shaking his head.
"We'll see how you feel tomorrow morning." He muttered as turned and pulled her up the stairs, Taylor didn't need a fortune teller to explain to her the upcoming events in her life. She knew what he was going to attempt once they were behind the closed doors of one of the bedrooms. As he advanced upstairs, her struggle against him intensified to a greater level. She ignored the trembling pain of her body as she fought against him with all her might.
"Let me go!" she screamed out as she began to hit him with her free hand as hard as she could in the center of his back, which made a loud thump each time. Billy's only response was to laugh out loud as the pain she was inflicting on her radiated through his body.
"Stop it." He mumbled coldly as he continued to drag her up the stairs, but Taylor didn't pay him any attention. She just continued to hit him harshly against his back. "I said stop it." He shouted as he swung back and slapped Taylor again, while releasing her captured hand at the same time. He watched silently as she tumbled down the steps, landing on her side with a grunt once she reached bottom. After a few moments, he approached her thinking that she was no longer going to fight him. He slowly descended down the stairs, and knelt down beside her. "I'm sorry, Taylor…I just-." He yelped as she turned over with lightening speed and punched him directly in the eye. Stunned he fell back, which allowed Taylor enough time to scramble away so that she could hide. Standing up and holding his right eye, Billy instantly became furious. She had hurt him on purpose. He would have never done anything like that, shaking his head he looked around. "Taylor!" he shouted. "You're just making this harder on yourself."
Troy pulled his car to a stop a street down from where the old Watson house was located. Pulling out his gun, he checked the clip and then opened the door and stepped out onto the street. Quickly moving across the street, he cautiously made his way towards the house. Once outside he paused as he heard screaming and pleading coming from inside. He immediately felt his jaw clench in fury as he heard Taylor's voice pleading with Billy not to hurt her. Moving to the door, he leant against it and silently cocked his gun. With his empty hand he carefully pushed the door opened and entered the house making sure he did so quickly and cautiously so that a lone squeak wouldn't alert Billy that he was actually there. The crying grew louder as he slowly made his way through the entry hallway, leaning against the wall he heard Billy screaming at his wife. "Don't you understand that I love you…and then you hurt me, you actually try to hurt me."
"I'm sorry; alright…I was just scared." Taylor voice pleaded, he heard movement and yet another shriek from Taylor. Unable to stay hidden any more he stepped out from his hiding place his gun leveled at Billy who was holding his wife. "Lower your weapon, it's over."
"Over…no…it has hardly even begun." He snapped as he stared at him, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "I'm not going to let you take her away from me again." He shouted as he pulled Taylor directly in front of him obscuring Troy's aim. They stood there in absolute silence, Troy's hands holding the gun as calmly as he while watching the only man who had ever attempted to hurt his wife.
"Look, I know what this is really about," Troy replied as he looked at him for a moment. "I know this has nothing to really do with Taylor and has everything to do with me. You blame me for what happened to you. You blame me for sending you to jail."
"Don't," Billy shouted. "Don't try and minimize my feelings, I've loved Taylor a hell of a lot longer than you ever have, and just to make things clear this really has nothing to do with you."
"Really…then what about the woman you carved the numbers 1 and 4 into…that didn't have nothing to do with me." Troy snapped as he remembered the image of that poor girl slashes to death in her bedroom. Billy just sneered and shook his head.
"That had nothing to do with you."
"Oh really…so what about all those children you killed…this had nothing to with them either but you did it."
"I had to show Taylor that I love her." He replied furiously as if Troy should have already figured it all out. "They are apart of my masterpiece…the way I express my love to her…and I don't have to explain that to you." He replied as he stepped back towards the stairs dragging Taylor with him. Troy raised his gun and fired right over Billy's head, causing the other man to duck while Taylor screamed in fear.
"It was never a masterpiece…it was nothing more than a fucking sicko running killing innocent children that had nothing to do with you. Do you really think Taylor loves you…do you really think that she can stand the sight of you."
"Shut-up." Billy exclaimed as he held onto Taylor tighter as he glared daggers at the other man who was watching on the verge of laughter.
"You're sick…and you're sad. You're sick, because you can't take no for answer and go to these extremes for a woman who hates you and believe me I know she hates you, and you're sad because along as I'm alive she will never love you. You hear me, Billy…she will never love you. I'm the only man that she has ever loved in her entire life." Having heard enough Billy pushed Taylor to the side and rushed Troy. The sped and strength of the other man quickly surprised Troy who was knocked back by his momentum which sent them crashing back into a near by wall. The impact left him seemingly dazed right before Billy reared his head back and slammed his head into the side of Troy's temple. A move he had learned while in prison when he had to fight for his life. The strike to his temple, immediately knocked Troy out and gave Billy a thin cut in the middle of his forehead, turning around from his position over Troy, he reached down and picked up the gun and pointed it at Taylor. She stared in horror at him, his eyes held triumph within them and that look basically scared the crap out of her. She watched as he looked at her with a large smile on his face and noticed that the skin that was cut was being pulled apart by the gesture, they were being pulled apart so much that she could actually see small holes inside of his mouth. The sight truly disgusted her. Her attention was immediately caught as Billy pulled back the lever of the gun.
"Please don't hurt him." She whispered as she looked from him to Troy's prone figure. Her eyes immediately rested on his chest and saw with relief that he was still breathing. Billy smirked at her for a moment before shaking his head.
"No I want him to watch…I want him to see you give yourself to me." He whispered as he pointed the gun towards her. "Now go upstairs…I think it's time we finally did what we should have done years ago." Taylor not wanting Troy to suffer because of her refusal nodded her head. She didn't want Troy to die, and she knew until she could effectively think of something else, she would have to do what Billy wanted no questions asked. She stood slowly as Billy secured his arms around Troy's limp body after tucking the gun into his back pocket. The old wooden stairs creaked and after each one of her steps released a small cloud of dusk into the air. "Hurry up!" Billy snapped from behind her, his voice promising a punishment if she does not do as he has asked.
Billy directed her to a large bare bedroom upstairs, as she made her way into the room she felt herself worrying about the floor and it giving way due to age. She looked at the bed and then over at Billy who had settled Troy's unconscious form on a lone creaky wooden chair that groaned underneath Troy's weight as Billy settled him down. She silently watched as he looked around for a moment in search of something before sighing and leaving the room. Once she was sure he was gone, she rushed over to Troy's side and started to shake him hoping that he would wake before Billy returned. "Troy! Baby, please wake up…please wake up." She whispered as she shook him, it was at that time she noticed the small trail of blood that rolled down his face and soaked his collar as his head lolled to the side. "Troy please jus-." She screamed as she was yanked back from him. Looking up into Billy's enraged face, Taylor immediately felt sick to her stomach as she saw that he had some rope in his free hand. "What are you going to do with-."
"I thought I told you never to say his name…I don't want to hear his name pass from your lips ever again, not after everything he took from us." Taylor scrambled back a bit scared he was going to strike, however all he did was sigh and motion towards the bed. "I will not strike you again." She didn't respond she just want to the bed and sat down watching him while trying to figure out how she was going to subdue him. She wasn't going to allow him to rape her and she was not going to allow him to murder Troy because of his sick sense of revenge. Billy knelt down besides Troy and started tying the ropes as quickly as he could. Every so often he would glance up at Taylor and send her a grin. Every moment that happened, Taylor felt her a shiver run up and down her spine as she looked to Troy and prayed he would wake up immediately. After making sure that Troy was tied Billy stood up and raised his hand.
"Wait what are you doing?"
"I don't want him to miss this." He replied coldly, and that was when Taylor finally realized that he wouldn't just rape her, but that he planned to rape her in front of her husband. As soon as he finished the statement he backhanded Troy across the face and repeated the process until a low groan escaped Troy's lips. Taylor's heart leapt into her throat as she focused on Troy as his eyelids fluttered before he fully opened his eyes. The shock of seeing Billy standing over him, sent him jumping back in the chair as best as he could tied up. If it wasn't for Billy reaching out and steadying the chair, Troy would have toppled over. Troy struggled against the ropes for a moment while looking over at Taylor who was watching the entire scene with a fear. She knew Billy was unpredictable, she didn't know whether he'd hurt Troy just for the heck of it. Troy slowly stopped his struggle and then glanced up at Billy who was watching him with amusement. Not taking his eyes off of Troy's Billy spoke.
"Take of your clothes." He stated evenly as he finally turned to look at Taylor who silently shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest. Billy's eyes narrowed at her defiance before taking a step towards her. "If you value your husband's life you had better do what I say."
"Don't do it Taylor…don't let him to it, don't worry about me." Troy yelled out as renewed his struggle against his bonds. "Don't let him- SHIT!" he yelled out just as a loud Billy charged him and stabbed his handheld knife right through his thigh and twisted it. Billy watched as Troy threw his head back and yelled out again as Billy continued twisting the knife deep within his wound. Not looking up from what he was doing, he called out to Taylor.
"Are you undressing yet?" Taylor who had tears streaming down her face, quickly reached up to her shirt and began to unbutton the blouse, Billy yanked the knife out slowly wiped the knife off on Troy's shirt while looking at her. "Do it sexy." He replied huskily, Taylor whimpered but continued to scare to make him any madder than he already was, because she feared that if she resisted her actions could end up forcing Billy to hurt Troy even more.
"Okay…okay just don't hurt him again."
"Do as I say and I won't." he replied coldly as he turned his towards her giving her his full attention. Taylor immediately felt sick as she slowly started back to undressing herself underneath the disgusting leer that Billy was tossing her way. After a few buttons, Billy left Troy's side and moved over to Taylor pulling her towards him forcefully. "Not like that." He declared hotly as he reached down slowly and trailed his fingertips over the swell of Taylor's breasts before reaching the buttons and slowly unbuttoning the buttons while bending his knees slightly so that he could be view each exposed bit of flesh as he did so. Taylor closed her eyes and tremble as he kissed each area he exposed with a light chuckle before burying his head in her cleavage and breathing in her scent.
The entire scene for Troy was something out of a horror film, he struggle furiously against the rope holding him to the chair. "Let her go…please god let her go." He cried out as he shook in the chair unable to take his watering eyes off the scene. He continued to struggle as he stared at the scene before him. Then he felt it, the rope it had loosen on his legs thinking quickly he continue with his struggle as he slipped his legs out of the ropes hold which gave him the freedom to stand up with the chair still practically attached to his back. All he needed was for Billy to approach him. He needed him to get away from Taylor before he struck; he'd be damn before Taylor was ever hurt again. Settling down, he studied the scene for a moment and saw that Billy seemed to not only be laughing at his cries but also Taylor's. He lowered his head taking his head away from the scene and then he laughed. The sound was loud, and sounded broken and then it went into a hilarious pitch and his body shook with the effort of his laughter.
Taylor had long ago closed her eyes as Billy assaulted her body; she was quick to lose herself inside of her mind. However, the sound of Troy's laughter brought her back to reality as the shock that type of sound coming from him. She looked over at him and saw how he tilted his head back and laughed towards the ceiling. It wasn't a chuckle; no it was deep belly laugh. Instead of Taylor's confusion, Billy pushed away from her furious. He glared at Troy and cocked his head to the side for a moment before shaking his head. "What are you doing?" he snapped angrily.
"What does it look like…I'm smiling, that's what you want right. You want me to smile while you're supposedly raping my wife." Troy continued as his speech broke off in laughter as he shook his head while looking at Billy.
"That's not why you're laughing." Billy replied quickly as he looked at the man while pushing Taylor onto the bed. "That's not why you're laughing." He shouted his voice rising in fury. Troy looked at him for a moment and then sent him his most charming smile as he nodded his head before breaking down into a fit of unmanly giggles. Taylor watched the scene silently thinking her husband had broken underneath the pressure of the situation. Oh, she prayed that wasn't the true but judging from the scene in front of her that seem to be the best guess. Billy walked around the bed and looked at Troy. "That's not why you're laughing…tell me what's so funny." Troy chuckled a bit and then calmed down and just looked across the room at Billy with a smile before answering.
"I just remember something is all." He replied as he looked at him, his smile widening before he broke down laughing again. "I just remember something."
"And what exactly was it." Billy asked as he reached behind his back and pulled out the gun that he had taken from Troy earlier. "Tell me."
"Sure…you see, I was thinking about all your effort here for what you were about to do and I couldn't help but chuckle." Billy stepped closer and Taylor gasped as he stood directly in front of Troy with the barrel of the gun pointing towards Troy's head. Troy didn't flinch though, he simply looked at the gun and then at Billy and chuckled again.
"You're laughing at the fact that I'm about to rape your wife." Billy asked with a smile, thinking he had finally broken the man who had been the one to ruin his entire life. Troy looked up at him and shook his head as another fit of laughter slipped out.
"Nooo!" he trailed the word out childishly as he looked pass the barrel and up into Billy's face. "I'm laughing because you think this will mean something…you think that raping her will win her over to your, but it won't and you know why, because I will always before you. And I will always be Taylor's first…and her only." Troy finished as a smug smile appeared on his face as he stared up into Billy's eyes. With a roar of angry, Billy slammed the side of the gun into the side of Troy's mouth as Taylor screamed his name. Troy's head rocked back and then went to the side just as Troy laughed. "You're so pathetic."
"No…you're the one's that pathetic." Billy replied with a chuckle as he bent down slightly so he could taunt Troy to his face. As soon as Billy lowered the gun slightly Troy quickly pushed back on his chair with all the force he could muster. His knees slammed into Billy's chin with a satisfying smack as he landed on the chair instantly breaking the old wood, and at the same time freeing himself. Not allowing Billy, any time to recover, Troy quickly stood up the debris from the chair falling to the floor as he sent a kick to Billy's head who moaned and quickly stood dropping the gun onto the floor. Still not believing the sight of Troy out of the chair, Billy stumbled back stun as Troy pounced on him knocking them both to the floor. The impact immediately sent up a loud groan from the house as a thick cloud of dusk rose up from the floor. Fueled by the image of Billy molesting his wife, Troy drove his fist into Billy's face again and again like a madman. Billy looked up into his enraged fist and laughed as he continued to struggle underneath Troy's assault. Careful not to alert Troy of his movements, he slipped one hand down and into his pocket and pulled out his pocketknife flipping it open, he used his other arm to pull Troy close while driving the knife into Troy's side over and over again in rapid succession. The move was similar to the one he used on the man who had made his life a living hell in prison by assaulting all the time while forcing him to smile. Troy grunted as pain erupted in his side, he slumped against Billy for a moment before pushing away quickly and scrambling back his hand clinging to his side.
Billy smiled and spat out some blood that had gathered in his mouth. Standing up he wiped his mouth and shook his head. "You, are a one tricky bastard Bolton." He whispered his voice as cool as ice. Troy was slow to rise due to the pain in his side, but with one look at Taylor's terrified face he pushed through the pain he wasn't going to let this sicko win.
"Whatever, Watson…just know that you aren't going hurt her not while I'm alive." Billy shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips as a glint entered his eyes.
"I have no problem killing you."
"Good…cause I have no problem doing the same." Troy stated with a smirk, the two men looked at one another, before they charged. Troy grunted from the impact as Billy moved to tackle him, but he quickly recovered and gathered Billy into a semi-headlock. Moving quickly he slammed his knee into Billy's face. The impact of the hit broke several teeth in Billy's mouth as well as made him bite into his tongue which caused a great amount of blood to enter his mouth. Pushing him back, Troy pulled Billy up and smashed his elbow into the side of Billy's head the hit sent Billy to the floor with a large thud. Taylor gasped as the room shook and more dusk rose from the floor. Troy spared her a glance before he looked back down at Billy who was moaning as he slowly came out of the daze that the last hit had placed him in. Returning his focus back on the man who had not only tormented him but his wife, Troy quickly straddled him. Grabbing his hand he tore the knife from his grasp and tossed it behind and then grabbed Billy by the collar of his shirt. He never noticed Billy coming to, and when he did it was to late because Billy had sent other fist into the bottom of Troy's nose. The impact knocked Troy's head back as blood spurted everywhere. Troy narrowed his eyes and pulled Billy back up and slammed his fist into his head, at the same time he released his hold on Billy so that his head could fall back with a thump back into the floor. Each hit that he delivered sent another wave of dusk into the air, as the floor continued to groan beneath the struggling duo. Taylor watched the two in mute horror; she had hardly been able to find her voice. As she moved to speak, she screamed out Troy's name just the floor beneath them gave away sending them crashing through the floor.
"Oh my God, Troy!" she exclaimed as she scrambled from the other side of the bed. She carefully maneuvered herself around the hole and then rushed downstairs. As she entered the room that they had collapsed in, she paused as she realized that they had fallen through the wooden table in the kitchen. She looked at Billy trying his best to crawl away with a large piece of the table sticking up through his thigh. Then her eyes shifted to Troy who groaned as he shook himself awake. She watched as he turned over and pulled Billy back to him, ignoring the obvious pain in his body as he pulled Billy back to him. She moved to go to him, but before she could do anything the doors burst open and the cops rushed into the house all of their guns drawn.
Troy had quickly gained his senses once they landed on the floor, ignoring the pain radiating from his side he turned to see Billy trying to crawl away, reaching out he hooked on to his ankle and pulled the other man back towards him. He didn't care about his pain at this point, all he cared about was killing him and he was going to do just that. That's all he wanted to do. Carefully he crawled over Billy until he was straddling him, and looking down at his face. Even now the awkward cut smile in his face felt like the other man was mocking him. He slowly closed his eyes as he wrapped his hands around the other man's neck enjoying the sensation of knowing that he was finally going to be able to end this. That he was actually going to be able to kill this man with his bare hands. Lowering his mouth towards Billy's ear, he whispered to him. "I'm going to enjoy this."
"You don't have the guts." Billy choked out as he looked up at him as Troy continued to squeeze, lifting his head up so Billy flailing hands could scratch his face. Moving so that Billy could see his face but couldn't hurt him Troy continued to speak.
"I don't have the guts…no…I have the guts." He whispered his voice chilling everyone in the room. "You killed all those innocent people, you tried to kill my friends, my son…and my wife. Guts…that isn't an issue." he looked at him, his hands tightening around his throat. Billy placed his hands on his wrists and vainly tried to move his hands. The effort only caused him to tighten his hold as he studied him, and watched as his face with from red to a slight blue. He barely heard Taylor crying him stop, but he did hear Dennis telling him that what he was doing wasn't right. Not taking his eyes off of Billy's face. He shouted out. "I have every fucking right." And he did he had every right to see the last breath leave the man's body. Every right. Raising up slightly he slammed Billy's head back down into the floor. "Where's your smile now…smile bitch…where's your smile." He shouted as he tightened his hold on Billy's neck.
Taylor and Dennis watched in horror, as Troy continued to choke the life out of Billy Watson's body, unable to stand by any longer Taylor rushed over to Troy's side. She saw Troy looking down at Billy with a glint in his eyes that made her extremely nervous. Shaking her head, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Troy, please don't do this…don't do this."
"I have too…what if he comes back…what if he comes back. I have to kill him, what if he comes back…" Troy replied trailing off, not even taking his eyes off Billy's face. Taylor spared a glance at Billy and saw that he had actually gone slack, and that his eyes were closed. Reaching out she placed a hand underneath Troy's chin and lifted his face up so that he was looking at her.
"Baby please…don't let him do this…don't let him make you a murderer just like him. Let him go…let him go." She whispered as she looked at her husband. Troy studied her face for a moment before looking back down at the man and then back up at her.
"I can't…I-." he paused as she slowly reached down and placed her hand onto of his. Slowly and carefully she lifted each of his fingers off of Billy's neck, while looking him in the eye. Troy's eyes started to water as she calmly removed his hands from around Billy's neck. Once both of his hands were free, she pulled him to her and he gratefully collapsed against her just as Dennis and the rest of the cops rested forward to subdue the passed on serial killer. Troy clung to Taylor and held her tightly within his arms as he took in deep shuddering breaths. His body was trembling and Taylor held him tightly to her as she rubbed his back up and down. She closed her eyes as he held her close to him.
"I love you." He whispered his voice breaking under the stress of the situation; Troy hugged her tighter, just as Dennis directed a stretcher into the house. Taylor noticed the EMTs and sighed as they approached.
"I love you too, Troy." She whispered placing a kiss on is temple as EMTs carefully removed Troy from her grasp and placed him on the stretcher. Grabbing hold of his hand, she followed them out not even taking a second glance back at the house.
It was few hours later, Troy and Taylor were lying silently in his hospital bed. Even though the nurses disapproved of it, they had allowed the couple to do so considering everything they had heard. Taylor rested her head on Troy's chest while he held her to him as if he was never going to let her go. He looked up as he heard the sound of the door being opened. Glancing up, he noticed Dennis entering the room with T.J by his side. At the sight of his parents, T.J rushed towards the bed. "Mommy…Daddy, you're okay." He cried as he looked at up them. Taylor who had been sleeping quickly woke up at the sound of her son's voice. Reaching out she picked him up and laid him on the bed between her and Troy while giving a quick kiss on the forehead and holding him in her arms. Dennis and Troy watched the scene for a few moments until he looked like mother and son where about to fall asleep again, and then Dennis spoke.
"I stopped at your parents' little station they have out in the waiting room…and picked him up." He replied softly as he looked at him. "I hope that wasn't a problem." Troy looked up from his wife and son and shook his head.
"No problem." He whispered.
"I stopped by the Baylors' room as well…Zeke is going to make a full recovery but he'll have some facial scarring, but his wife and baby are fine as well." He replied softly noticing the thankful look that immediately filled Troy's eyes right before he closed them to give silent thanks. "And everything been taken care of…he's never going to see the light of day again…that is until his day in the chair." Dennis replied softly. Troy nodded his head taking in every fact and slowly nodded his head.
"Thank you again." Dennis just nodded his head for a moment before reaching out and grabbing hold of his hand and held it for a few moments before stepping back.
"I think I better leave you here with your family…you guys need the time." He whispered as he turned and left the room silently. Once they were alone, Troy looked down at Taylor who was holding T.J. The little boy had drifted off to sleep in her arms during the talk. He was halfway throw over his body and the other half was resting against Taylor's. Taylor clung to him in sleep too, and he didn't really blame her. She had been through an ordeal, leaning his head down he kissed both of them on the tops of their heads and then rested back against the pillows while holding them close. Closing his eyes he finally allowed himself to cry with relief. All the emotions bottled up inside of him released themselves in his tears as he held Taylor and their son tight to his chest while whispering over and over again how much he loved them.
THE END
A/N: I hope you all like the ending, and so this story has officially ended. The next story up is "Inside of My Mind." I hope to have this out soon. So how was it, did you like the ending. Oh and I hope this ending put a smile on your face. HA.
Baby S