*Trigger warning and Content warning. Will be going into themes of SA, physical abuse, and attempted murder. If you cannot read this chapter the gist is that Billy harms Rain and believes the only thing to do next is kill them and make it look like an accident; Rain doesn't die and Billy goes on the run*
Eddie's expression was soft and caring, his big brown eyes filled with something I hadn't seen before and couldn't understand. "Do you wanna know what happened that day?" I mumbled. Eddie immediately knew what I was alluding to, nodding his head slightly he replied, Only if you wanna tell me." Straightening my spine and cracking my neck, I exhaled slowly and began telling Eddie about the day Billy nearly killed me, slipping back into the memory that was permanently branded into my brain ~
"Don't fucking dare leave me here again Billy!" My voice rose with desperation when I saw Billy digging out cable ties from the bedside table. Billy slowly turned to me with no sign of anger in his face yet, "y'know why I keep you here?" he questioned. Although I knew the answer was he didn't like having me at the pool all the time because I got in the way of him giving girls his number and getting blow jobs in the changing rooms, I kept silent to hear what excuse he came out with. "I keep you here cause your mom, your aunt, and Nancy lounge there all day, and you deserve a break from your smothering family," to anyone else Billy's voice would've sounded sweet and gentle, but I could hear the venom as he continued, "I keep you here cause those fucking Hellfire Club freaks spend every Thursday there trying to get what's mine." I took a step forward with a hand raised to shush him, "Mike and Dustin aren't freaks, and what the hell are you talking ab-" Billy's nose scrunched up and he snatched my wrist, "The rest of them are freaks! I've seen the way they stare at you by the pool, getting hard and probably palming themselves in the steam room." His voice was bitter as a lemon now. I tried twisting my wrist away but his grip was too strong, "That's ridiculous, and I've never even spoken to them properly so who cares anyway." I sighed. Billy responded, "Bullshit Princess, I caught Eddie Munson chatting you up last week." I scoffed and took a step backwards, my wrist still caught in Billy's death grip, "chatting me up? He was asking me when the fucking inflatable aqua runs were coming out." Billy had only let me go last Thursday because I'd let him fuck me in the morning and promised I'd do anal in the staff locker rooms.
Dropping my wrist aggressively and gripping my face, squashing my cheeks, he growled "You're so fucking naive, so fucking stupid. You wanna come with me today and flaunt yourself to those freaks? Fine, you can come." I started to think being shackled here by myself sounded like a great idea as Billy backed me into a corner, untying the drawstring on his shorts and letting them fall down. Sweat dripped down my back because I knew what was coming; Billy aggressively pushed me to my knees, and forced himself into my mouth before I could protest. I mentally withdrew from the situation like I always did when Billy got his way with me, but after a short while Billy did something I never expected. "You need a reminder you're not that hot princess. Without me you were a flabby 5 at best, wearing frigid guys clothes all the time. I made you a 10 with a nice flat stomach and bought you a whole new wardrobe that actually shows you're a woman. Maybe I made you too confident, maybe you think you can do better than me, maybe I need to knock you down a few pegs." Billy muttered as he shoved me onto the bed, tearing off my clothes to leave me naked and afraid. He lifted his wooden hilted pocket knife into the light; Now I really started to panic, "Billy - what are you doing?" I could hear the fear in my voice. There was nothing on Billy's face except for a sly wry smile as he approached me with the knife. "Just fuck me Billy, c'mon, put the knife down please and screw me." I cried out to diffuse the situation, parting my legs and lifting my chest. Billy continued towards me. Billy bound my wrists together behind my back and clambered on top of me, "Won't be out there flaunting yourself with this, will you?" Billy whispered. I lay frozen with fear as I watched him slice my stomach with the knife; I couldn't even feel it at first but then the searing pain set in and I screamed like hell, only for Billy to smash his hand over my mouth and use his full weight to keep me from squirming. "Is that enough, huh?! I don't think it is, you fucking whore." He spat in my face and slashed my abdomen twice more. "Please Billy, stop, you've made your point. I'm sorry, so sorry, I'll stay here." I whimpered, feeling blood pooling in my belly button. I don't think Billy heard me, I don't think he cared either, something inside him had snapped and there was nothing I could say or do to stop this now.
Billy got a sick kick out of dragging the knife across my ribs, jabbing the tip into my thighs, slicing my lower belly and upper legs more and more. I ran out of tears to cry, blood was running down my legs and when I dared to look down at my body I saw my skin had turned sheet white and was covered with wounds. True and pure fear worse than anything I'd ever experienced took hold of me as I started convulsing. The state of me vomiting and convulsing must have broken through Billy's red haze because he suddenly looked terrified - not at what he had done, but of what could happen next. I think he knew his only choice was to take me to the hospital or I'd probably bleed out slowly and die in his room, and he would be arrested for murder. Well, that wasn't his only choice; I watched the plan form in his brain. He cut my hands free then shoved my vest over my head and pushed me into my shorts. I watched him strip his bedsheets at the speed of light and dump them on the floor, covered in blood. Then he carried me to his car in the garage and dropped me in the seat before lifting the hood and cutting his break lines. We heard Max clattering through the house, returning from the skate park, "If you're having sex, quit it right now I don't wanna hear that!" She shouted. Billy froze for a second before bolting behind the wheel, listening to max moving through the house. When we heard her footsteps outside his bedroom he shot out of the garage, I peered into the wingmirror to see Max running out of the house in horror just as Billy turned the corner. For a stupid second I genuinely thought he might be taking me to the hospital, but he flew in the other direction towards the woods, showing no sign of slowing down even though the road was coming to an end at the blockade of trees. It was then that I realised Billy never strapped me in, but was wearing his own seat belt properly for once. When I tried to pull the seat belt over me, Billy smacked my hands down. "Don't. See what you made me do? Do you understand what I have to do now? You fucking idiot, couldn't just stay home could you? I fucking love this car!" Billy punched the wheel in anger. I guessed Billy's half baked imbecilic plan was to crash into the trees at full speed and pretend that's what killed me, but had he thought how he'd explain to the police that he walked away unscathed, or have an excuse for the cut brakes, or get rid of the bloody sheets and knife? Of course he hadn't, but what was the point in me saying any of that.
As we hurtled the last few feet to the trees, he refused to look down at me. I wondered how I'd let myself be fooled by his exaggerated charm and become trapped with him. Then we hit the trees. My mom's face was the last thing I thought of before darkness completely consumed me, after my body flew into the windscreen and I became stuck through it. The last thing I heard was the horn blaring and Billy's haggard voice, "fuuuuck! C'mon man, you can do this, it was a terrible accident and you need to shout for help now, she'll be dead by the time anyone hears." A couple days later I woke up to the sounds of machines beeping, as well as the feeling of something stuck down my throat. My eyes flickered open, I saw my mom asleep on a chair next to me, I lightly stroked her hand and she woke instantly and screamed like I'd never heard before, yelling for the doctors. Turned out people had already come running when they saw Billy's car hurtling to the woods, so I wasn't dead by the time they arrived, and someone even knew CPR to keep me alive long enough for the ambulance. I'd had surgery for a badly broken arm as well as a completely busted nose, a couple blood transfusions, and been intubated. Over the next week I learned Max had sprinted after the car and seen the whole thing, with no idea what was going on. The cops initially treated it as an awful accident caused by someone messing with Billy's car, so were asking round if Billy had any 'enemies', but Max put it all together by herself and told the cops everything. A warrant was put out for Billy's arrest immediately, but no one ever saw him again.