A/N;
Oh wow, it's been way too long since I updated this one… Sorry, guys.
Kira131 – Your Princess is in another castle… Sorry, couldn't resist XD
BlackxValentine – Thank you :3 Yeah, I am, so no worries XD
USWeasilgirl – You know he will X3 It's Billy, after all.
no heart to follow – I meselfs love the gore X3 but I'm just fond of writing lighter things XD Now now, let us not endorse physical violence… Even if it is justified here, lol!
Lunax89 – Bullies suck :c sorry this took so long!
AerisTifaYuffie – Me too :c Not too much of an impact, but enough for her to grow a backbone :3 I'd say it's naivety. A very strong case :c
Geometry Teacher Stalker – Slow update this time, though XD Billy's on his way, of course~! Glad you're still enjoying it :3
Ditto9 – You mean like when Leon jumps out of a second story window and does that awesome landing? Hell yeah xDD She's a little slow on the uptake X3 I bet her daughter's never had that sort of trouble before, ish all :c
Once again, I take personal experiences about Tiffany, so don't think they're being extreme :c
Resident Evil doesn't belong to me. I merely write some pretty shotty fanfiction of it.
"Kujo, where are you?!" Billy Coen called at the top of his lungs. He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a quick glance around his front yard.
His mother and step-father had stepped out for the time being, as they usually did around that time on a Saturday. Which was a good thing, for 'Kujo' seemed to be growing accustom to arriving at this time.
Billy took a few steps down the pavement, just spotting a patch of black and brown fur off in the distance. Turning around the side of his house, he made a quick grab, and with a strong tug dragged the two-year-old Rottweiler out of it's hiding spot in the bushes.
He set the dog down and firmly stated a loud 'NO', making sure the dog understood that Billy was not pleased with it running off like that. The dog seemed to understand this, and did nothing to try and reclaim dominance. Billy walked back over to the steps to the door and sat down. 'Kujo' walked with him, sitting patiently beside the young boy.
Kujo himself was a stray and had been coming around for about a month. He hadn't been seen by the authority figures of the household, and Billy had no reason to chase the canine away – He may have looked brutish, and perhaps was, but under Billy's leader status the dog was well behaved and obedient. It was strange that the dog seemed to remind him of himself.
It would probably be a good hour or two before they got home, and the dog had become aware of this time frame rather quickly throughout his visits.
Billy gave the dog an idle pat on the head as he looked off in a different direction. Certainly he had been here for a bit, and it would appear that he was comfortable in his new environment, but… Like most children would, he was having a hard time settling in, deep down. He did his best to hide this, not wanting to worry his mother.
His eyes settled across the street, having done a vague survey of the area. He rose an eyebrow at the Chambers household, before standing up.
Billy gave a slight wave, Kujo taking it as his cue to leave and simply ran off down the street. Billy took another glance at the window of the house, admiring Rebecca's surprisingly neat handwriting of the word 'HELP'.
Walking back into the house, grabbing his keys and locking the door on his way out, he headed across the road once more.
"Mummy, please…" Rebecca once more begged, only her voice quiet now, and her heart no longer in it. Her mother sighed once more, and for what may have been the third time, gave another statement.
"Rebecca, darling, you need to realise that you have nothing to worry about. They seem like nice girls."
It wasn't exactly ignorance, but more of naivety – The woman loved her daughter dearly. Perhaps when she was a child, children didn't act the way certain girls in the household did. Or she had ever witnessed it, and thus couldn't seem to figure out the picture which was taking place.
She herself couldn't figure out why her daughter seemed unfriendly to these girls – Especially when she had been so clingy to a new arrival not too long ago, despite both his size and age difference from herself. Maybe she would never really understand.
A light rapping was heard against the door, the doorbell either having been missed or ignored. It was just loud enough to catch Mrs. Chamber's ears, and not her daughter's.
"One moment, Sweetie." She said, walking off while Rebecca made a vain attempt to grab the fabric of her mother's clothing, having no desire to be left alone. Reluctantly, she took slow, skittish steps down the hall they were in, just stopping at the corner that lead to the lounge.
She could hear the other girls laugh and giggle, talking about things Rebecca couldn't pick up. Some how she was reminded of some of the stories Jill Valentine told her from the fairy tale books – The image of a flock of harpies persisted to show in her mind, while she tried to forget the rest of the story that had given her nightmares for a few nights.
She quickly snuck into the lounge room as the door opened, not taking a glance back to see who it might have been. She didn't hear any words of her mother inquiring about what brought him over at this time of day.
"Aww, where have you been Becca?" Bridget smiled, though a faked smile at that. "We were getting worried about you! We thought we wouldn't be able to play with you, and we'd have to track you down!"
"And tie you up!" Marilyn butted in, causing the rest of the girls to laugh. Rebecca knitted her hands together, looking down at the ground and shaking.
"Don't… Call me Becca…" She said quickly, her voice meek.
"If we wanna call you Becca, we'll call you Becca." Bridget stated, putting a hand on her hip and trying to seem top dog.
Rebecca looked up at the girls, and backed up slowly. She didn't want to be there – Anywhere but there.
She gave a loud squeak, the only thing she could do instead of a scream. She had backed into something. She quickly spun around, though feared turning her back towards the girls. However, she was greatly rewarded for it, and her restored smile was evident of that.
Rebecca still viewed the young man in front of her as cuddly, just as the day she had met him, but apparently she was the only child in the house that did. As the girls actually took notice of him, their confidence seemed to away.
That seemed beneficial for Rebecca – Roles appeared to change drastically and while the girls shut their mouths, Rebecca quickly thrived once again.
"Billy!"
"I'm just here to give something back to Becca. Sorry to just barge in like this." Billy explained to Rebecca's mother, trying to explain his visit – Even if it did lack the truth,
"You know you're always welcome here, Billy." Her mother said. He seemed like a nice enough young lad, and it wasn't as if her daughter ever protested about his presence.
Billy tipped his head forward in a gesture of thanks, but quickly straightened up when he felt the tight grip around his leg. He looked down, seeing Rebecca look up while she clung to his leg. "Billllly, don't gooo! Please stay!" She sulked, digging her small fingers into his pants leg.
"Well, I can leave but… By the looks of it you'd be hitchhiking on my leg if I did so… Looks like I don't have a choice until you let go."
Hearing this, Rebecca tightened her hold, putting in a great deal of energy to do so. She wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.
The girls backed off considerably. At least until they could figure out a way around this – They didn't want to let go of their new chew toy.
For most of his time there, Billy was pushed away from the other girls, by Rebecca herself. Even with Billy there, she was doing her best to keep her distance from those girls – She didn't want to risk Billy acting like her mother.
Being shoved just a little too much, Billy in turn picked up Young Rebecca, not seeming to show much difficulty holding her up. However, there was a rebuttal, but not from the young girl herself. A younger girl than Rebecca.
"Becca! Down!"
Tiffany stood next to the two, her tiny hands clenched and a fierce look on her face. For a two-year-old, at least. It made very little impact on the taller twelve-year-old.
"Rebecca, do you want me to put you down?" Billy asked calmly, not looking at the young child below him at all. Rebecca wrapped her arms tightly around his neck – In an endearing sense, no suffocation involved – managing to shake her head as she buried it into the nook of Billy's shoulder.
Billy looked down at the two-year-old and gave a slight glare to accompany the cold tone of his voice. "Rebecca. Doesn't. Want. Down."
"Down, Down!" The little one screeched.
This was just generally hurting Billy's ears, and he didn't see any moment when the child would take a break. One to act without thinking, he grabbed Tiffany by the back of the shirt she wore, and held her up. He had grabbed the middle, so her clothing wouldn't cut into her, but to be held above ground like that…
Tiffany was visibly shaken. Wide-eyed from both the discomfort, the height and the unfamiliarity that accompanied Billy holding her. Especially in mid air. After a few moments, Billy set her down, and no sooner had her feet touched the ground, she dashed from the room.
Marilyn and Jolene ran after the toddler, even though they would probably get lost within the house.
"… Can you make them stop, please Billy…?" Rebecca whispered quietly, neither her grip nor her position faltering in the slightest.
Billy shook his head, or as best as he could with Rebecca resting the way that she was. "As much as I'd like to, I can't discipline them, Sugarplum. I ain't their parent." He managed to shift her onto the bench instead, Rebecca herself sitting with her legs hanging over the side, holding onto Billy's shirt instead.
Bridget snorted loudly, before starting to laugh. The girl hadn't left the room, and had merely stayed in the doorway instead. With the other two off, she didn't need to go looking for Tiffany, after all.
"What's so funny?" Billy asked coolly, looking over his shoulder at the young girl.
"You just called Rebecca a fruit!"
Rebecca gave a soft whine in return, like a buildup to another breakdown. Billy rubbed her shoulder a bit to calm her down, still looking at Bridget.
"Actually smarty pants, it was shorter for Sugar Plum Fairy." He stated, keeping his calm tone that always seemed to make things better for Rebecca.
"Hmph! She's not a fairy!" Bridget stated, crossing her arms. The girl's attitude amazed Billy – He could understand some girls in his class acting so catty, but a classmate of Rebecca's, now that was just bad. He thought for a moment, knowing that he could end this pretty quickly without it dragging on with two simple statements.
"She may not be a fairy, but she can be mistaken for one. All you can be mistaken for is a witch." He stated smugly, sparing no feelings for the young girl.
Bridget's mouth gaped open, speechless for a few seconds. Not much time passed before her face crinkled and, low and behold, the tormenter herself was reduced to tears. "I'm not a wiiiitch!" She screeched, covering her eyes and dashing out of the room, crying for her mother.
"She sure could have fooled me." Billy muttered, knowing that he was most likely going to cope it big time for what he had said. He looked back to Rebecca, noticing the smile she had despite the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"Thank you…" She said shyly. He put a hand on her head and ruffled her hair, before taking her off of the bench and setting her back down on the ground.
After that, the girls made no more teases towards Rebecca – Not with Billy around, at least. As the night carried on, said girls left, around the same time, and were all rather taken off guard to her their little victim scream and plead when that young boy left for home across the street.
"Did you pick on my little sister?"
What a way to greet someone when they open a door to you. Billy scowled, looking at the girl in front of him. She was older than him, not by much, yet he was still taller than she was. The look of anger on her face did very little to intimidate him – Rather, the fact that she tried seemed to amuse him.
He knew straight away who this girl was.
"Did your little sister pick on my Rebecca?" He asked back, matching her tone. His fingers still curled around the door handle, and seemed like they were ready to shatter it.
"You didn't answer my question." Vivian stated, her voice almost dripping with venom. No-one picks on her younger sister.
"You didn't answer mine." He scoffed, looking away. The action gave the feel that she wasn't at all worth Billy's time – And frankly, to him, she wasn't. "Listen, if you think you're here to have a go at me, try and figure out why I did it. You ain't ready for a throw down with me."
With that, Billy slammed the door in Vivian's face, and went back to see what was on TV.
A/N;
Hopefully most of the girls mentioned in this chapter and the last chapter won't be making much of an appearance for awhile. After meeting Billy, I don't think they'd want to XD