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The loud bang echoed through the living room, most likely the whole building, and then suddenly the heavy bald Bobby who had been forcefully pressing his lips to my skin and hand was yanking up my denim skirt fell with a hard thud on top of me. He was still.

And then there was another bang.

My arm exploded with pain as something tore through it. It was a pain I had never experienced before, and hoped that I would never feel again. It felt like my arm was about to tear of from my body and shrivel up and die. I wanted to scream in agony but couldn't; the weight from Bobby's large body crushed down on my chest like an avalanche of suffocating rocks.

I didn't feel Jimmy's hands instantly leave my mouth and arms when the first bang went off; in one swift movement he was standing up, not even a second later there was another two bangs and a thump as Jimmy fell to the floor, blood seeping from his chest.

I felt a warm liquid drizzle down from Bobby's back down onto my open hand. I wanted to move my hand; I didn't want that vile mans blood on me, but the burst of pain that seared through my arm when I tried to move it was to much.

It had only taken a couple of shots, just a few loud bangs and those disgusting men were dead.

With the amount of strength I could muster, I tried to push Bobby's heavy body off mine with no success, seconds later the body was pulled off me and shoved away by Billy who stood with his gun still in hand, a look I had never seen before across his face.

He looked like a complete madman. His eyes were glazed over with insanity, but still a sense of pleasure shone through his slightly squinted light blue orbs. His jaw was clenched but not like the way he did when he was irritated, it was clenched in determination, and he stared down at me and the two dead bodies next to me.

Billy had just killed two men without a seconds thought. And by the look on his face, he had enjoyed it.

Next to Billy stood Bodie, a gun in his hand also; he looked down at me with pity in his eyes.

Spink and Tommy stood behind Billy and Bodie both their guns to Mickey's head. The young boy's jaw was tight and his eyes welled with tears. The same as mine.

Trigger sat with his back against the breakfast bar, his hand raised to his bleeding head observing what had just happened; he looked more scared now than he had when I had been first dragged out of the bathroom.

Slowly I began to sit up; my body was shaking. I looked down at my throbbing arm and let out a loud whimper to see it was oozing with blood. I held my hand tight against it trying to stop the bleeding.

Tears leaked from my eyes as I looked at the two dead men beside me. It was insane, but I swore I could smell the bodies already decaying next to me.

Billy roughly shrugged his long trench coat off and basically ripped his T-shirt off before holding it out to me. When I looked up at him unknowingly, he leaned down and pressed his T-shirt to my arm that bled profusely. My arm exploded in pain when he pressed down hard with the shirt. "Hold it there tight." Billy mumbled before letting go. He then snaked his arm around my waist before lifting me up into his arms bridal style.

My body shook violently in his arms. I didn't want to be in his arms, the arms of a killer. But I felt utterly safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt me.

Not wanting to see the bloody bodies no longer I pressed my head into his chest, where I sobbed.

I could feel Billy pulling down my skirt that had been forcefully pushed up. "Get rid of these," Billy spoke lowly but I could hear every word. "And get rid of the kid as well." My head shot up.

"What?" I asked looking into Billy's hard eyes. My face was soaking from the tears. "No. Please. He's basically the same age as Joe." Billy sniffed and his head tilted the side slightly; he couldn't believe I was pleading with him to not kill a boy who would have happily watched me being raped and then maybe murdered. "Billy-"

"See what you can get from the kid," he said to Bodie, before giving him a look id never seen before. "Take Trigger to the office when you're done. And call fat Phil and tell him to get his ass to the office."

We left the apartment seconds later; Billy only opened the door enough so that we could fit through, just encase the apartment opposite mine opened their door, and saw the two bloody body's on my living room floor.

I wasn't surprised when we left the apartment building that there was no sign of police anywhere. Nobody who valued there lives phoned the cops when they heard gun shots in their buildings in this part of town. Months before it would have shocked me that nobody would have called; now I don't even think I would. I'm not stupid.

Billy opened the passenger side door to his car and gently laid me on the seat. Once I was placed on the seat Billy stared down at me for a few moments before brushing a strand of loose hair that had fallen on my face behind my ear.

He went around the car and jumped in his side before starting the roaring engine. We began driving to what I presumed to be the hospital; I had been shot after all.

"You killed those two men," I pointed out, looking straight out of the car window.

I could see him looking at me dully from the corner of my eye. He pulled out his cigarettes and rammed one in his mouth before quickly lighting it with his lighter. "And?" he questioned before sucking in a long drag of his cigarette.

What was I supposed to say to that? He didn't seem to care. Was I in love with a cold blooded killer?

"You forget that I shot you as well," he said with a smirk. I think he was trying and failing to lighten the dark damp mood. Noticing that I wasn't smiling, his smirk dropped. "Look, would you of preferred that id let them fuckin' rape you?" he demanded, his voice angry. "Since you'd rather me let them fucks rape you; why not go the whole way and watch when they cut your fuckin' throat afterwards!" he practically yelled.

I was crying again. Billy really did have a way with words.

Billy turned off the main road down a deserted lane, the lane was scattered with rubbish and an old pram was pushed upside down in a mass of dead grass. We continued down the lane at a risky speed for a few minutes before coming out into an open unused space.

He roughly pulled up in the open space, and when I looked up I was shocked to see we were in front of a high fence with barbed wire on top. And past the fence was an old clearly abandoned building. The massive gates had a 'Danger' and 'stay out' sign's stuck on it and was locked together with a thick black chain and huge lock.

"Where are we?" I asked, starting to panic. Why wasn't he taking me to a hospital? I needed to go to a hospital. Billy quickly got out of the car and rushed towards the gates; I couldn't see what he was doing but was shocked to see him begin to push the gates open whilst holding the thick black chain and lock in his hand.

I gawped at him when he got back into the car and sped forward past large trees and overgrown green lawns scattered with rubbish. I was beginning to feel faint; not a good sign.

Billy slammed on the brakes when we were right by the huge buildings large front steps. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion when I saw Heco's red mustang and a white van outside of the building.

The building itself was vast and derelict. Some windows were smashed and others were boarded up. I would have found the building and the grounds of it eerie if my mind wasn't busy on other things.

Baggy was sat on the front steps smoking a cigarette, but stood up quickly when Billy's car pulled up.

Billy flew out of the car and round to my side where he opened the door and began to pull me out. "Billy what are we doing here? Billy I need to go to a hospital!" He ignored me instead left the passenger side door open and rushed forward towards Baggy, whose brow was furrowed.

"Phone that fat fuck Phil and see where the fuck he is, and lock the gates when he gets here!" Billy roared then barged past Baggy with me in his arms. What did he mean lock the gates? Did he not notice that I had a fucking bullet stuck in my arm?!

I really wasn't feeling good. I couldn't even conjure up the energy to argue with Billy.

We burst through the glass main doors into a graphite covered entrance and then Billy bounded up a small set of stairs. He began rushing through dirty, damp and graphite covered corridors. "Heco! Jamie! Get your ugly asses down here!"

Soon Billy barged through a door into a small room with a metal framed bed and dirty looking mattress on it in the corner of the room. There was a small nightstand toppled over in a corner and the window was barred. Billy gently placed me down on the smelly mattress just as Jamie and Heco entered the room, both looking startled.

I tried to sit up, but found myself to weak. Sheesh this gunshot wound is really taking its toll on me. Billy was speaking to Heco in a low threatening whisper, too low for me to hear what he was saying.

Heco left the room quickly and Billy came and held his shirt tight to my bleeding wound. The pain was slowly dulling as I became feeling more faint. Probably from blood loss, because the cock that I was in love with hadn't taken me to the hospital. Can somebody remind me what I saw in him?

Heco soon re-appeared and handed something to Billy. My eyes swept over Billy's hands and widened when I saw he had a needle filled with liquid. "Billy. What's that?" I asked panicked. He then held my good arm down and began searching for something on my soft creamy skin briskly. "What are you doing?! No!" I yelled as he began to bring the needle closer to my held down arm. He had found a vain.

I attempted to lift my injured arm up to hit him but only then realized that Jamie was holding the shirt down tight on my wound, the strength of his hold keeping my already dodgy arm down.

As the needle hovered above my arm a robust man with little ginger hair was pushed in the small room by Baggy. He wore a crinkled purple shirt and a flowery pink tie that was loose, and in his hand was a large black case. His large square glasses were perched at the end of his nose, resembling an owl.

Billy's head snapped towards the man, needle still in hand, when he entered. I whimpered, scared of who this man was, and desperately trying to ignore the pain in my arm.

"What are ya doin'?" the man asked eyeing the needle in Billy's hand. The mans eyes swept over my crying frame and I could see pity in his eyes.

Billy, Heco and Jamie eyed the man inquisitively. "Billy please," I wailed. "I need a doctor." I had lost far too much blood.

The man rushed forward and bent down beside Billy and took the needle out of his hand. If I weren't in so much pain I would have been shocked at how Billy didn't react to him taking the needle out of his hand, an act that Billy would normally have seen as disrespecting him.

I cried as my eyelids began to become heavy but fought against them, scared of what might happen if I let them close for more than a second. "There, there." The stranger said. He was rifer ling through his bag before getting something out. "There was too much morphine there Billy." The man got rid of some of the morphine from the needle than jabbed it into my arm.

I sucked in a sharp breath as the man got what he had gotton out of his back off the floor; it was a bottle of clear liquid and a cloth. He poured the liquid onto the cloth and before I knew what was happening he was holding it over my mouth and nose.

I couldn't move as Jamie and Billy held me down tightly. The cloth smelled strong, intoxicating and very sweet. "What happened to her?" the man asked. His voice seemed distant and was the last thing I heard.

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I mustered all my strength together, and sat up quickly. The small room was disserted, nobody was there waiting for me to wake up. Maybe they weren't expecting me to wake up; maybe they were just waiting for me to die.

Panicked, my head snapped towards my injured arm, relief washing over me to see that it was bandaged in a nice clean white bandage. I only noticed the slight twinge of pain around the wound then.

My white T-shirt was stained with blood, and I could see Billy's dark shirt tossed carelessly in the dirty corner of the room.

Slowly I stood up, scared that I might have fallen back down, but smiled jubilantly when I stayed steady. I walked over to the corner of the dirty room, and picked up Billy's stained and bloody shirt. The blood had dried; how long had I been out?

I peeked my head out of the room and made a slight grimace when I noticed nobody was in the small narrow corridors. I hadn't noticed how claustrophobic they were when Billy had charged through them with me. Slowly I began walking down the corridor hoping to see someone; although I was sure this was a place Billy was familiar with I wasn't sure why. Like I mentioned earlier, I still wondered whether it was an abandoned building where they took people to die when they didn't want to actually kill them themselves. I guess you could convince yourself it wasn't your fault then, well Billy and his crew could.

I wondered down dirty narrow corridors covered with graffiti for awhile until I heard a deep voice yelling. I stopped abruptly; it was Billy yelling.

The racket was coming from upstairs so I found the nearest staircase and made my way up them. Some of the stairs creaked loudly as I made my way up them but it didn't seem to draw anyone's attention.

Billy's angry voice got louder and louder the higher I got up until I came into a wide opening. The old painted white walls were flaking, and various shelves and pieces of scrap lay unused on there side.

I peeked around the corner and saw far down the left side of the wide open corridor it opened up into an even wider space, filled with Billy's booming voice.

Slowly I began walking down the corridor; I took my time because I still felt weak and slightly dizzy and I didn't want to fall over or collapse. As I got closer I could see most of Billy's gang standing or sitting around the room, and then I could see Billy tall broad frame standing with his back to me. But most shockingly was that dangling from the ceiling were baskets with tubs of something in it. Most of the baskets were connected with plastic tubes then connecting to scattered gas tanks.

Billy's hands were on his hips and he glared at the people in front of him. "I swear, im going to fuckin' kill him!" he ranted. I stopped mere meters behind him, suddenly scared of how his reaction would be to me being awake.

Tommy noticed me first and let out a low cough, "Billy," he said before nodding at me behind him. Billy spun around, his trench coat swirling with him.

He didn't seem to be looking at me; he was looking past me into the empty corridor. I turned my head around, looking towards where Billy's eyes were fixed. There was nothing there. "Where's Baggy?"

What the fuck was he on about? Before I could answer him there was loud banging coming from the stairs. Someone was running up them.

Billy grasped my wrist and pulled me behind him. All the guy's had pulled their guns out including Billy. Who were they expecting? Billy's gang had moved up close to him, some of them hiding around the corner; giving them the element of surprise. I was beginning to get scared as Billy gently pushed me further behind him before I was pulled by Tommy behind one of the corners.

The banging grew louder and louder until it was no longer banging but tapping and panting. "She-she's gone," Baggy panted out. I let out a sigh of relief as the guys let out groans, grumbles and grunts.

"Where the fuck were ya?" Billy demanded as I stepped around the corner and walked back to his side. Baggy who was bent over with his hands on his knee's trying to steady his breathing, squinted his eyes at me before shaking his head lightly.

"I thought… Fuck…. I went out for a smoke," he finally got out before standing at his normal height, his breathing still heavy and uneven. He was really unfit.

Billy stepped forward his heavy boot's thudding until he was mere centimeters away from Baggy's ear. He whispered something in a low threatening manor into Baggy's ear that made him lower his head lightly and nod. I couldn't hear what Billy had said, and I didn't want to know either.

Billy looked at me his eyes fierce and glazed over, "C'mon," he barked at me before walking away down the stairs. I quickly followed him avoiding Bodie's and everyone else's eyes.

I rushed down the stairs until I was right behind him and followed him until we were out of the building. Billy dug deep into his jacket pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and let out a string of curses when he found the packet was empty before throwing it angrily in a random direction.

He stormed forward and yanked his door open angrily before practically throwing himself into the car. He'd already started the engine before id moved. "Get in the car," he yelled from inside it. I scurried forward and slid in quickly; we zoomed forward only slowing to open and then re-close the gates.

I wanted to ask him so many questions. I wanted to yell at him, and maybe even throw things at him I was so angry about what he had done. But I couldn't find the courage to do it, so instead I asked whilst looking out of the window, "why didn't you take me to the hospital?" My voice was barely audible.

I heard him let out a low grunt; he was probably annoyed. "Ya didn't need to go to a hospital," he replied calmly.

I didn't need to go to a hospital, was he fucking serious? "You might not of noticed but you shot me, and then instead of getting me a doctor-"

"I did get ya a doctor," my eyebrows quickly raised. "Fat Phil's a doctor; he fixes us up and we give him coke."

A doctor who's a coke addict, it didn't sound believable but I knew it was probably true. Everyone has their problems.

"Still you should have taken me to the hospital," I said quietly, wanting the last word, but then I realized that I had totally forgotten about something or someone rather. Trigger, he wasn't in the big abandoned building; had they taken him to the hospital? "Trigger, where is he? Did you take him to the hospital?" I said quickly suddenly panicking. I had just left him there when Billy had taken me from my apartment. They could have done anything to him; yes they didn't know about his initial plans concerning Joe but they knew that he was trying to get me to leave with him. What had I done? Had I killed Trigger by telling Billy that he had wanted me to leave with him? I knew Billy was capable of murder now in certain circumstances, but would he kill or get someone else to kill out of pure anger?

As soon as I mentioned the name Trigger to Billy, his jaw and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Shit! "That fucker took off!" Billy spat. "He fucked off when Bodie, Spink and Tommy were getting rid of the bodies," I winced when he said that last word. The memory of having two dead bodies in my apartment and Billy being the one creating them was still fresh in my mind, and brought watery tears to the surface.

What if Billy was lying to me and Trigger was dead. Would he lie to me about something that huge? My mind was racing a million miles an hour. "Billy please tell me you didn't." I could feel myself about to cry. "Tell me you didn't kill him," I begged.

Billy turned his head to face me, his brows furrowed. "I didn't!" I knew he was telling the truth. "But I swear if he ever comes near ya again, im'a blow his fuckin' head off!"

Trigger's words from the night before came to my mind 'But about two weeks ago I realized that that motherfucker loves you and he wouldn't let you go'.

There was no way Billy loved me, Billy didn't love anyone. Except maybe Joe, and perhaps himself, but it was worth a try anyway.

"You wouldn't kill him," I said calmly. Billy looked at me through squinted eyes, confused at what I was getting at. I took a deep breath before speaking again. "Because if you did, you'd never see me again."

Anger flared in his eyes but he didn't reply, just glared at me for a few seconds before looking back onto the road. Moments later he pulled up into an all night diner parking lot. "C'mon," he said before exiting his car. I didn't want to go into a diner; my arms till ached and I was tired, but I reluctantly followed him in.

We sat in a small booth in the corner of the dreary diner. The walls were a plain grey colored wall paper and the floors were ugly grey tiles. Billy and I were the only customers there. I glanced at a clock that was high up on one of the walls, and was surprised to see that it read 5:15 AM.

A waitress who was short and skinny came and over to our table chewing on gum and dooderling on her notepad, but her eyes were on both of us. It wasn't surprising considering that we were both smeared in blood.

"Order please?" she asked, her voice almost as glum as the diner.

"Yeah ill take a coffee and a large burger and fries, what about you?" Billy asked. How could he eat burger and fries at this time in the morning?

"Just water." I replied.

Billy stared at me blankly his eyebrows furrowed together. "And she'll have a large burger and fries." he added.

The waitress walked off leaving me staring at Billy coldly. "I don't like Burger's or fries," I declared. "And I especially don't like them at quarter past five in the morning."

"Ya gotta eat something," he said as the waitress brought his coffee and my water over to me.

If I was honest I didn't want to eat after seeing two men killed, and then having only what I could call dodgy surgery on my arm with the help of a dodgy doctor, morphine and chloroform. And I didn't see how Billy could eat after killing two men, didn't he have a concise?

"Don't you care at all about those two men you killed?" I asked bluntly.

Billy's jaw tightened and practically threw his coffee down onto the table causing some of it to spill over and create a brown puddle on the clean white table. He leaned in his ice cold eyes staring at me. "Those two fuck's were gonna rape ya then kill ya, so no, I don't give a flyin' fuck."

I nodded my head slowly, the reality of it all sinking in. Here I was acting like Billy was the bad guy when in all actuality he had saved me. Those men would of raped me, and then killed me, and would of killed Trigger too if Billy hadn't killed them.

It was silent for a few minutes, and during that time the waitress brought over to humongous portions of fries and two very large burgers. Billy began eating his greedily whilst I stared down at mine still unable to eat, and not really wanting too.

"Can I use your cell?" I asked as he shoved a ridiculous amount of fries in his mouth. He fumbled around in his pocket before sliding across his phone.

"Why?" he asked, with a mouth full of fries. It didn't make me feel sick like it had the first time I had witnessed Billy and his boys eating; I was used to their animal no manners disgusting eating ways now.

I looked up at him as he began chewing on his burger. "I'm going to call Anna, see if she can lend me some money so I can fly out and stay with her for awhile." He instantly dropped his burger back onto his plate, but continued chewing whilst staring at me fiercely. "I can't stay in my apartment after what happened." I explained as I began dialing. I knew it would be early there and I would probably wake her up, but I also knew she wouldn't mind.

Billy reached over and grabbed the phone out of my hand, and flipped it shut. I stared at him angrily, what was he doing? "Ya stayin' with me." Oh no, that would not work.

"Billy, I - I can't-"

"Shut up," Billy said. "Your stayin' with me."

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The next morning I was in Billy's shower tears streaming down my face as the reality of it all sunk in. Trigger was gone and two men were dead, all because I ran off and called Billy. I should have tried to talk to Trigger and got him to see sense.

The night before, well earlier that morning, when I had asked if B Street were going to come after him now because of Bobby and Jimmy, Billy promised me that they wouldn't even know that it was him and his boys who had done it. When I had asked him about Mickey he replied 'he aint talking'. That's when I started hearing only what I wanted to hear. I convinced myself that Mickey wasn't talking because they had scared him so much. I was so stupid.

But apparently it was only Bobby, Jimmy and Mickey who knew about Trigger's dodgy deal with them. They didn't want to tell Mickey's uncle until Trigger had delivered, and Trigger didn't so Mickey's uncle was no wiser about who had killed two of his boys.

To him, they would have just disappeared. Those were Billy's words, not mine.

That's another thing, Mickey had told Spink and Tommy about Trigger's deal, making him flee, and evidently telling Billy how badly Trigger was going to betray him.

It would definitely be safer for Trigger to stay out of town.

My tears blended in with the shower water that ran freely across my face and body. I had already scrubbed my body several times, remembering Bobby's hands and mouth running across parts of it.

I stood unmoving, just crying under the shower. I didn't even hear the bathroom door opening; Billy pulled back the shower curtain seconds later standing in just a towel. He dropped the towel when he saw me crying and stepped into the shower wrapping his big tattooed arms around me, allowing me to cry into his broad chest.

I sobbed for I don't know how long until I felt better and got out of the shower with Billy. He re-dressed my bandaged arm and got me one of Joe's white vests to wear since my white shirt was covered in blood.

I stood in Billy's kitchen munching on some Pizza Joe had ordered the night before looking ridiculous in a skirt and a baggy boys vest that showed most of my bra it was so loose. Joe walked in and flashed me one of his trademark grins, before grabbing himself a soda. He leaned back against one of the counters just grinning at me. "Well who would have thought that you would be moving in with me and my brother? Who would of thought it Billy moving in his girlfriend? Fuck, I gotta give it to ya; you have one damn effect on my brother. Are ya really that good in bed?" He asked jokingly.

I slapped him around the back of his head. "I'm not moving in, im just staying here a little while."

Joe raised his eyebrows at me but kept grinning. "Ya call it that if ya like, but, ya aint movin' out."

Thirty minutes later me, Billy, Bodie and Joe were standing outside my apartment door about to go and collect my stuff. I took a deep breath before putting the key in and opening the door.
The door swung open, and I almost expected the two bodies to still be there, rotting away. But I was surprised to see the apartment looking clean, too clean.

Bodie, Spink and Tommy had scrubbed the two patches of carpet with bleach. You could tell it was bleach as it was dirty white color it two patches. That's where the blood stains must have been. And most of the surfaces had been wiped down; getting rid of Jimmy, Bobby and Mickey's fingerprints. It was definitely not they're first time having to do it that was clear. But like I said earlier I had started only hearing and seeing what I wanted.

We all stepped into the apartment and I glanced around almost expecting to see Trigger come out of his room in a pair of boxer shorts with a cigarette in his hand.

"What ya wanna take?" Joe asked.

"Umm…" I walked towards my bedroom and grabbed the rest of my clothes that Trigger hadn't already packed. I then took all of my photographs and put them in a bag, and then grabbed the massive box I had filled with books. That had to come with me.

I looked around my room, and couldn't find anything else id want to take with me, so reluctantly I stepped out of the room and went to open the bag of clothes Trigger had packed for me previously.

I undid the zipper and was shocked to see that he had packed my favorite book Pride and Prejudice. I almost went to cry again, knowing that he wouldn't be around again, doing sweet little things.

I looked around the room and took all my will to not cry when I saw Trigger's favorite lighter on the coffee table and his favorite Iron Maiden shirt; I packed that.

Quickly I packed all of my toiletries and then quickly left the apartment only carrying a small bag. Billy had my big box of books, Bodie carried the big bag of clothes and Joe carried the small bag full of photographs for me.

We got to the first floor, and I slowly walked towards the first apartment door, and then knocked loudly upon it.

The landlord of all the apartments opened the door wearing a pair of dirty nut hugger's and a dirty blue vest. His hairy chest bulged out of the shirt and his thinning greasy black hair was askew. "Hey. Umm me and Trigger were moving out so here's your keys back and this months rent." He didn't look surprised, people up and left all the time for no apparent reason, though he was probably trying to connect my sudden departure and Trigger's non presence to the gun shots he would of surely heard the night before. He eyed the three men behind me before grunting and taking the keys and envelope of money out of my hand. "There's quite abit of furniture left up there so you can do what you want with it." He grunted again then turned and slammed the door in my face. He was a man of few words.

I turned around and began walking out behind Billy and Bodie who were already quite ahead. Joe came up beside me and wrapped one arm around my shoulders. "Let's go home," he said happily.

I sucked in a deep breath. "Home, right."