Chapter Eleven: Saturday Part 2 - Showering and Passing Out...
"Y' sure y' well enough to stand in there on y' own? Y' don't feel sick or weak or anythin'?" Billy asked, concerned. On the way down the hall to the bathroom –the only one in the whole of the upstairs- he had had to hold Spencer up by wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him close. He had asked what was wrong with him and Spencer had simply said it was because he wasn't used to drinking. But he wasn't convinced it was just that.
But he wasn't going to push Spencer for answers when he refused to tell the kid anything about himself.
"Yeah, I'm sure thanks. So...t-there's no reason f-for you t-to stay in here." Spencer said quietly, smiling lightly; he didn't want Billy in the bathroom while he undressed and washed himself...but he didn't want Billy to go, he kind of in a way he couldn't explain wanted him to get out of his sweat pants and get in the shower with him. But there was no way he was going to ask for that. He couldn't even ask if they were dating, never mind if he wanted to shower with him.
Billy smirked and looked at Spencer sitting on the bathtub's side. The kid looked pale and tired. He really didn't look well. He wanted to stay and get in the shower with Spencer...but maybe showering would make him feel a little better. And showering with him would only tire the kid out all the more. So he opened the door, still looking at Spencer. "I'll be just outside, y' need owt just shout."
Spencer smiled tiredly and softly at Billy. He nodded.
Billy left the bathroom and shut the door behind him. It wouldn't be so bad if the door locked, but it had been knocked or ripped off –he wasn't sure which because for once he hadn't done it. He leaned back against the door...and suddenly he realised there was no towels in the bathroom. He looked up the hall the way they had come and then down the other way that led to the stairs down to the bar. There was no one coming or going. He could make it to his room and back with towels before anyone came.
He didn't tell Spencer he was going, he just went; he didn't want to worry the kid after telling him he wasn't to shower alone and now he was leaving him. He hurried to his room.
Spencer climbed into the bath, standing under the spray of the shower. He gasped and shuddered...but stayed under the spray. He knew he would get used to the water so there was no point moving. He let his head fall backwards, letting the water run down the back of his head and his face.
He half-smiled when he heard the door open and click shut. He didn't feel well, he really didn't feel well...but he wanted to shower with Billy. He wasn't sure why because he had issues with people seeing him naked...but it hadn't even bothered him last night, not at all. Maybe it was his weird little daze thing again...or maybe it was just because it was Billy.
"Whoa."
Spencer's eyes shot open. That was not Billy's voice. He spun on his heels to look towards the door, but his feet slipped and tangled...he fell forward. He stretched his hands out to stop himself from falling but they didn't help him. He fell over the side of the bathtub and landed face first onto the floor, his body hurt and a tangled mess. He moaned as he went to push himself up, he hurt everywhere and his bum was still aching from last night...so he decided to stay tangled on the floor; his arms were stretched out in front of him and his legs were bent slightly awkward up the bathtub's side. He lifted his head slightly and looked at the intruder, his cheeks blushing red as he realised the person was staring at his naked body...but at least his front was hidden.
The intruder was Spink.
Spink shook his head, realising Spencer had fallen. "Oh, shit! Spencer are you okay?" He rushed forward and knelt down if front of Spencer. "I'm sorry, I've been drinkin', didn't realise it was the bathroom! 'M sorry, you okay?" He said; he was glad his voice wasn't slurred...because he felt really drunk, but he didn't want to scare the kid more than he had already. "I'm really sorry!"
Spencer smiled at him, softly. "I-it's okay, don't worry about it." He said quietly. "B-but...w-w-where's Billy?" He was confused. Billy said he was going to be waiting outside, so how had Spink got into the room? "H-he said...ouch."
"What's wrong?" Spink asked, concerned and worried.
"I-I...my body h-hurts; I-I banged my elbows, knees a-and my r-ribs too..."
"C'mere, let me help you up." Spink said and stood up, reaching down to grip under Spencer's arms. "Billy's goin' to kill me."
"Now why the fuck would I be mad at y'?" Billy's voice rang through the air, dark and menacing.
Spink turned to look at Billy, dropping Spencer back on the floor. "Oh shit! Sorry, Spencer." He said as he turned back to the young boy. He looked back at Billy. "It's not what it looks like, Billy, I swear man."
"Really? Because I'd like to know what the fuck y' doin' in here!" Billy snapped and started over to Spink, in a sort of threatening way.
"Billy," Spencer said from the floor. He looked up towards Billy, having to tilt his head slightly to look around Spink to see Billy. "He heard me f-fall, that's all. H-he just came t-t-to help me." He went to push himself up, but sagged back down to the floor. He was sure his body shouldn't be hurting so much just from falling out of the shower.
Billy looked at Spencer on the floor before frowning deeply at Spink. He fisted his hand in Spink's shirt, pulling him close and raising his other fist.
"Billy," Spencer started but didn't say anything else, he just watched the men.
Billy let go of Spink's shirt. "Get out."
Spink nodded and went for the door. As he opened the door, he turned and smiled his thanks at Spencer before leaving him with Billy.
Billy crouched down in front of Spencer. "He was only in here to help y' up?"
"Yes, haven't I told you I won't lie to you?" Spencer said, tilting his head to look up at Billy. "Now, seen as you sent Spink away...do you think you could give me a hand? B-because I'm finding it really difficult to get up right now."
Billy frowned; had Spencer really hurt himself so much from falling out of the tub? He pulled Spencer up from floor and looked over him, frowning as he saw the bruises on his legs and around his ribs. "How the hell did you fall out of the shower?" He shook his head. "I mean...are you okay?"
Spencer smiled and nodded, his hands holding onto Billy's shoulders. "Y-yeah...guess I'm not f-feeling so good after all." He said, breathing a little shallowly.
"Y' look really pale." Billy observed. "An' y' already started bruising."
Spencer nodded. "I always bruise easy. Guess it didn't help that I was getting beat up almost every day at high school." He breathed out deeply and rested his head against Billy's chest. "I don't feel right."
Billy was furious; how could Spencer talk about getting beat up so much so easily? Wasn't he mad or even upset about it? But he could bring himself to ask anything about it yet, Spencer was obviously not well. He had to look after him. But...how did he do that? The only person he had ever taken care of was his younger brother Joe, when he had been thirteen and his brother was eight and he had a bad cold. He didn't know how to look after someone who was sick. He wasn't a caring person; how was he supposed to look after the one person he actually felt something for?
He hadn't realised Spencer had fallen against him, his grip on his shoulders slack and weak, until the kid spoke.
"B-Billy, I-I don't...f-f-feel very g-good; can I-I...g-go l-lay down?" Spencer asked, his voice slow and quiet.
Billy nodded, worried. "Y' don't gotta ask." He awkwardly picked up the towel he had dropped. He loosely wrapped it around Spencer's waist before wrapping his arm around him and helping him walk out of the bathroom. "Do y' think y' can make it down the hall?" He asked as they started down to his room...but it was still a bit away and Spencer was slowing and dragging with every step he took.
"I don't...d-don't feel..." Spencer started...but couldn't finish. His eyes slid shut and his head fell forward.
Billy reacted quickly, if he hadn't Spencer would have collapsed to the floor even though he had hold of him. He kept him close to his body, trying to figure out what to do. He kept his arm around the kid's thin waist and used his other arm to lift his legs up, essentially picking him up and holding him in his arms. He looked at the kid's face; his head was dangling backwards. Spencer had passed out. He frowned as he made his way down to his room. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
-BREAK-
"What the heck happened to him?" Spink asked as he sat at the edge of Billy's bed. He looked at Spencer laid unconscious in the big bed; he was so pale and his lips were turning blue, most likely because he was so cold...even though he had a thick quilt over him and he was fully dressed, much to his dismay –and he was sure Billy's too. "I think he's still cold." Spink said and looked over to his boss, who was standing against the wall near the toilet room. He noticed Billy was frowning at him again, so he decided to get up off the bed and away from Spencer...and suddenly his boss' frown faded.
"Like I said before, he just passed out." Billy told him. He looked away from Spencer to the bedroom door, Bodie had come in. He watched Bodie look at Spencer in the bed and then turn to him.
"Spink, I need y' to go with Heco. He's waitin' for y' downstairs." Bodie said.
Spink nodded, knowing when he wasn't wanted around. He climbed off the bed and took one last look at Spencer before leaving the room.
"What do y' want, Bodie?"
"The kid's just stressed, that's why he's past out."
Billy frowned; was it possible for someone to pass out from stress? And if so, what was the kid stressed about? "Stressed? Y' serious?" He asked unsurely. He looked back to Spencer. "What the fuck is he stressed 'bout? He don't got to worry for nothin'." He said the last part to himself rather than to Bodie. It was true...if the kid wanted or needed anything all he had to do was tell him, he would do it. He'd do anything for him.
"Sure he does, man. He found his dad in their home, after he'd been murdered! An' he still goes t' school, oh, an' the next thing he knows he's fuckin' a gang leader...who's also the one who killed-!" Bodie was cut off when Billy slammed his fist into his face, then gripped at his t-shirt before he could stumble back and shoved him against the wall.
"Don't you dare!" Billy snapped loudly, getting in Bodie's face.
Bodie kneed Billy in-between the legs and pushed back, making him stumble. He slammed his fist into his face. "I know y' care for the kid, Billy, but for fuck sake that's all he is, a kid! And you're the reason he's so fuckin' stressed man!"
Billy had had enough of Bodie acting as if he knew anything at all about Spencer. He swung his fist, crashing it into Bodie's ribs and then used his other fist to punch him in the face. "Y' don't fucking know him!" He said and slammed his fist into Bodie's already bleeding face.
Bodie's fist smashed into Billy's face –which was also bleeding. "Neither d' you man! Y' fuck his family over an' then y' take him in so y' can get him to pay by fuckin' him!"
Billy grabbed at Bodie's t-shirt again and just as he clenched his fist and pulled it back, he heard rustling on the bed. He glared at Bodie, warning him not to try anything, before he turned his head to look towards the bed.
"B-Billy?" Spencer asked; he was sat up on the bed with his hand on his head, looking half-asleep and confused.
"'M here, kid." He said and let go of Bodie. "Get out." Billy said quietly to his dark skinned friend before moving to the bed and climbing on, sitting close to Spencer.
Spencer turned his head to look at Billy. His eyes widened when he saw the blood streaming down from Billy's cut lip. "What happened?" He asked, concerned. He leaned forward and crawled onto his knees, crawling closer to Billy; he settled so his knees were resting on Billy's crossed legs.
"Nothin'."
"Then why are you bleeding?" Spencer asked, his eyes starting to water. "Were you both arguing because of me? Did I do something to make you mad?" He asked as his hand came up to Billy's bottom lip, gently touching close to the cut. The cut looked deep, that would make sense why it was bleeding so much for such a minor injury. "What h-happened with S-Spink in the bathroom...it r-really was because h-he heard m-me f-fall."
Billy smiled faintly. "I know, Spencer, I know. You already told me." He said stroking at Spencer's cheek. "Bodie was jus' been a dickhead. Nothin' for y' to worry 'bout."
"You were arguing with your friend because of me." Spencer said sadly. He wasn't thinking straight, there was something at the back of his mind saying there was something more important he had to ask about, something to do with what he had just heard...but he couldn't. Something was stopping him. At the back of his mind he knew it was because he didn't want to know the answer, but it wasn't something he was registering properly. "Maybe I should just go to a motel or something..." He said quietly.
"No!" Billy practically shouted. "Y' don't have to leave, I don' want y' to...an' you promised you wouldn't leave me, right?" He said as he moved his face closer to Spencer's, the kid's fingertip still on his lip.
Spencer smiled shyly. Billy really didn't want him to leave. "W-what happened? I mean, I thought I was going to shower..."
Billy chuckled. "Y' passed out. I didn't know what else to do so I put you in bed."
"T-thanks." Spencer smiled. "I feel a l-little dizzy, actually."
Billy nodded. "Lay back down. Are y' hungry?"
Spencer shook his head, before gripping lightly at his hair as he realised shaking his head made his dizziness worse. "I'm not hungry but...w-will you lay with me?" He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
Billy nodded and took hold of Spencer's upper arms, gently pushing him to lay back down. He climbed off of the bed and pushed his sweat pants down, stepping out of them and climbing back onto the bed laying down next to the kid. "Y' want some painkillers?"
"No, t-thanks." Spencer whispered and hesitantly took hold of Billy's hand in his. He closed his eyes. "Why were you arguing with Bodie?" He asked softly.
"Like I said, he was been a dickhead." Billy smirked and watched Spencer laugh lightly. "My turn: why were y' drinking last night?"
Spencer opened his eyes slowly and frowned lightly as he remembered his conversation with Agent Morgan earlier yesterday. "I...I had a talk with someone yesterday, a-a friend of mine...and I didn't like what he said..." He liked Morgan, but he knew technically they weren't friends. At least not yet. But it was easier to say friend than FBI agent.
"He upset you?"
"No, I was just been stupid, I guess. I should know better than to get drunk just because I didn't like what someone said to me. And..." Spencer closed his eyes again, licking his lips before continuing. "Use that as an excuse t-to s-sleep with you."
Billy frowned deeply. "What do y' mean excuse? Y' saying you slept with me 'coz y' were drunk!"
"What? No, I didn't mean that. I meant I used it as an excuse for me to have enough...courage, I guess, to be able to tell you what I wanted."
Billy stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "Why couldn't y' just tell me, without been drunk I mean?"
Spencer bit his top lip and moved closer to Billy's body."I'd of been way too embarrassed to ask if you wanted to sleep with me...never mind asking you to actually sleep with me."
"Y' don't gotta be embarrassed, not wit' me." Billy said, reassuringly.
Spencer looked up to Billy's face, smiling softly. "Thank-you...I really mean it, Billy, thank-you for everything you're doing for me." He said...but deep in his gut, it didn't feel right thanking Billy...and he didn't like that feeling.
Billy wrapped his arms around Spencer and pulled him close. The kid shouldn't be thanking him. He was the cause of all his pain, all his stress. He kissed Spencer's head. "Bodie said you passed out 'coz y' stressed...so from now on, take things slow an' don' push y'self. Get some sleep now and we'll go t' your house in a couple hours."
End of chapter 11!
Thanks for reading! Okay, change of plans...I'll upload chap 12 tomorrow and hopefully chap 13 too -but that isn't written yet so I don't know.
