Billy stalked out of the clothing shop and headed straight towards the Apple store while he dialled how many a number on his phone.
"Hey lassie, it's Billy – how man 'Billy's' did you give your private number to?" Billy snapped. "Listen Amy, I need some help here."
"Did you get yourself into trouble again? You know I can't help if you screwed up!"
"No, I didn't fuck up nothing. Walsh dropped by this morning with a warrant to search my apartment. She took some stuff I'd rather have back."
"This isn't in my jurisdiction Billy." Amy sighed.
"It is actually. She took my boy's birth certificates – they're sixteen. What I need is to have Murtagh's name changed to mine and a new set of certificates, Official ID or something like that."
"I can fix that…but you'll need to drop by."
"No problem sweetheart."
"How did you find him?"
"I didn't. Your mother did." Billy said fondly.
"That black haired kid? I knew there was something familiar about him!"
"Yup, that's my boy –hold on – I want that one." Billy said and pointed at a MacBook Air. "You there – yeah, no we're just out shopping."
"For what?"
"He doesn't have much stuff, so he's up at Carlings…I'm getting the stuff he does not need to come along for."
"Like what?"
"Laptop, cellphone – a bank card when we get the certificates back –"
"That could be a while."
"I know. That's why I want the ID," Billy paid for the laptop and left the store.
"I have a trial coming up so I have to go –"
"Just hand on a second –"Billy said as he saw someone he'd rather not talk to.
"Sorry. Gotta go." She said and hung up.
"Fuck!"
"Darley!"
Billy whirled around, a very fake smile on his face. "Hey Mrs. Hume! Just the girl I was hoping to avoid."
"I've been trying to get a hold of you –"
"Why do you think I haven't been at home?" Billy shot.
"I noticed, but now I found you." She said with an equally fake smile. "Could you at least try to be a bit polite? I have my son with me, and I don't think he'll recognize you with the hair."
Billy scowled at her. "I'm busy."
"Selling drugs, I'm sure –"
"I don't fucking well sell drugs. I don't do drugs and I don't make drugs. Got it?" it was the people who worked for him that did that shit.
"Right, that's not what Walsh told me –"
"Walsh has a tendency to twist the truth to fit her." Billy said blandly.
"Well aren't you a fiery one today –" she followed him, "Why are we going in here?"
"I need to by a phone – hey, uh…..that one." He said and pointed at a LG Shine "Hook it up on Netcom. Tag it for William Mercer Darley."
"Address?"
"It's in my file."
"You have an account here?
"Yessss." Billy hissed, his sea green eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Okay!" the cashier squeaked and billed the phone and put the card in. "The pin-code and number is in the box."
"Thanks." He said and left the shop, Hannah in his heels. He walked to the car and put the stuff in the trunk, "why are you following me?" he asked loudly as he walked back to the mall.
"Because we need to talk! I need to know-"
"Know what?"
"If it's true! How you met! When! Where! Why…?" the older woman suddenly looked tired. "I just need to know."
Billy grit his teeth and breathed heavily. His hands were shaking, whether it was from anger, annoyance or fear, he didn't know. The emotions were remarkably similar when it came down to it. "I haven't told my own mother about that…." He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, calming his nerves. "I haven't told my father, brothers or even my own son – why the fuck should I tell you?"
"You have a son?"
Billy tried to control his breathing and calm down, "Two actually. Twins."
"If you have sons of your own, how could you take my Brendan away? Do you know how it feel to lose the most precious –"
Billy ripped the cigarette from his mouth, "I know how it feels. I know what loss feels like, I know what betrayal feels like. I fucking know –" he hissed.
"Then tell me! So I don't make the same mistakes."
"The same mistakes?" Billy asked with a snort, "The only mistake I made was falling in love. That's the grand secret. If you don't want to fuck up or life to fuck you over; Lock your heart and take care of yourself."
Hannah fiddled with her fingers and shifted uncomfortably. Billy let the cigarette burn out. "I still want to know. Please…" she pleaded with him.
"Mom!"
"Lucas –"
"Where did you go?" the boy asked.
"I was just talking to Billy here."
"We're done talking." Billy said.
"Oh no we're not!" Hannah snapped.
"What's with everyone talking back to me today? Is there something special about Sundays? Am I less likely to put a bullet through your scull just because god made today a resting day?" Billy hissed, two inches from her face. Suddenly he turned and stalked away.
Hannah felt genuine fear course through her, but she refused to back down.
"Why do you wanna talk to this guy mom?" Lucas asked.
"He knows something very important to me that I need to know, honey."
"Is it about dad?"
Hannah paused. Sometimes it surprised her how perceptive Lucas was. "Yes." She said softly.
"And what can Billy Darley know about dad that you need to know so badly?" he quizzed.
"If it's not true, then it does not matter." She said sadly.
A/N;
i passed my philosophy exam - 9 out of 10 correct, the concert was a success, i got asked to join a band, one of my stories got nominated in the 'best mpreg' category, and for the very same one, i got a request if it could be translated into Korean. on th eother hand, i got fired from my job flipps my boss off well, it's not like i actually had the time now that i have a band yay i just keep telling myself that. it does make me feel better about it. your review would make my week perfect!