3 years ago, 10 pm
Billy pulled up to Heather's house and went over the story they had agreed upon. Feeling satisfied that he had it down, he exited the car and open Heather's car door for her. They walked up to the house and knocked on the door, which was opened by her father, who exclaimed upon seeing her, "Where have you been? We were about to call the police! Meanwhile, while we're going out of our minds, you've been gallivanting about with this… hooligan?!" Heather's father, Tom finished, red in the face and out of breath.
Billy cut in to stop that train of thought right in its tracks, saying, "I hadn't realized that you didn't know she was with me. I apologize, sir. I thought she would contact you before we started on our way for our lunch in the woods." This show of respect stopped Tom in his tracks. He blinked and said, "I'm sorry, who are you?"
"The name's Billy. Billy Hargrove. I'm currently dating your daughter. We only started dating 2 weeks ago, so that's why you haven't heard of me until now. I wouldn't really call a 3 date couple "dating". Sorry for the scare." Billy replied. "We were late and ended up getting lost in the woods. Turns out the woods look very different at night. Anyway, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'll head out. Heather can fill you on anything you want to know about me until we can schedule an introductory dinner." Billy paused thoughtfully, continuing, "I'm available Thursday, how's that sound?"
Tom replied, "Sounds good, looking forward to it." Billy then took his leave, getting in his car and driving away. Tom turned to Heather and said, "You know, I thought he'd be a delinquent, based upon previous boyfriend choices, but both of you have impressed me immensely. Good job." He finished and led his daughter inside. As he went to close the door, he felt a shiver down his spine, like someone was walking on his grave. He turned and heard his daughter say, "Yes, a good job indeed." He shook off the inexplicable feeling, closed the door, and went to eat dinner with his family, thinking nothing of it.
NN (narrator's note): On Thursday, The house caught aflame, almost killing everyone. From then on, Tom tried to avoid Billy, thinking him to be bad luck. He knew it was ridiculous, but he had a bad feeling that Billy was a vector of some serious bad luck. It had been 3 years since he had attempted a meetup with Billy. He knew he had to sit down for a dinner with his daughter's boyfriend. He was already 3 years too late.
Present (or the present of S3, which is 1984, if you want to get technical on me. Max and Eleven are going to confront Billy just like S3, but it's not about Heather, it's about Mike.)
Tom was ecstatic. They were already 2 hours into Billy's visit, and nothing bad had happened. Billy was quite the charmer too, making Tom and his wife feel completely at ease. They heard a knock at the door, which Billy got up to answer. Billy answered the door and smiled at Max and Eleven. "Max!" Billy exclaimed, "I was just talking about you. Do you want to come in?"
"No thanks," Max replied. "What the hell happened with Mike, you jackass? I keep your secret, so long as you stay away from people, especially my friends." Billy smiled tightly, saying, "And I keep your bowels on the inside, so long as you keep my secret." He noticed Eleven and asked for her name. "Eleven," she said before leaving the house with Max in tow. As Eleven and Max left the house, Billy poured a little something into the wine to spice up the evening.
20 mins later,
Tom's wife faceplanted in her food, causing him to panic. He yelled at Heather to call the cops, which she did not do, instead heading for him with the wine bottle. He realized something was very wrong, and ran to the phone. He started dialing 911 but was Billy-clubbed, and fell to the floor. He kicked back, catching Billy in his man-parts. Billy, not being happy about that, almost forgot he needed Tom alive. Tom grabbed a shotgun from its spot leaning against the fireplace, bringing it to bear on Billy, but his Tommy-gun was foiled by Heather, who smacked a wine bottle against his head. He fell and had a cloth pressed upon his face, and heard, "Sorry, Daddy," before being welcomed by the rushing black void of unconsciousness.
End Ch. 18