Author's note:

This Chapter contains language and violence.

Sorry for the long wait but for all those who have been patient enough to wait, here is part 2. I've spent the past week fixing and rearranging certain parts of this so it fits in with the rest of it. I hope you all enjoy it.

Je n'appartiens toujours pas Friday Night Lights.

Kaze-Chan

Chapter 6

Part 2

When Tim felt steady enough to move, the two made it inside to find some dry cloths. By now Tim shivered uncontrollably, his finger tips and lips an unhealthy colour of bleu. After dropping him on his bed, Billy ran to Tim's room to grab his pyjamas, hurrying to get his brother warmer hopefully before hyperthermia set in. While Tim changed, Billy found him one of his many football hoodies. Though it was three times his size but would keep his brother warm. As soon as he felt sure his brother wasn't going to freeze to death, he encouraged him to get some sleep, settling him in Billy's bed under the piles of blankets he had found. Once he was sure Tim was asleep, he headed out to find their father. The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was leave his younger brother, but the anger within him was steadily increasing, and he wasn't going to let his father get away without an explanation. His father hadn't moved from where he had left him.

"You son of a bitch." Walt's head snapped up from the pile of chairs, a thin trickle of blood running down the side of his face. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Walt looked around before his eyes widened and then narrowed as his brain reassembled his memory. Billy stood a foot away, watching in disgust, his fist clenching and unclenching at his side.

"Piece of shit took the money from the kitchen." He stood a little unsteady, no doubt still drunk. "Where is he?" He tried to side step Billy on his way to the house.

Billy grabbed his arm and held him in place. "The money from the cabinet for the mortgage?" he spoke slowly processing the information. "YOU PAID IT ON MONDAY YOU ASSHOLE!" Billy's temple pulsed in anger, his grip tightening around his father's forearm. "YOU NEARLY KILLED TIM!" At this his father stepped back wrenching his arm free, his face showing his own anger.

"Watch your tone with me boy." Walt held out his finger sternly. "What happened is between me and your brother, it's none of your god damn business." Billy stood at a loss for words, his anger bubbling within him. Before he knew it, his right fist connected with his father's jaw, sending the elder man staggering backwards. Billy didn't say anything, his eyes conveying the message loud and clear.

The blow did nothing to help the situation. The two stared at each other, tension filling the air. "You ungrateful son of a BITCH!" Walt threw himself at his son with such speed Billy hadn't thought possible for the old drunk. Punch after punch connected with his face followed by a knee to the ribs that left him winded. He doubled over in pain on all fours. "Don't you ever try that again." Walt grabbed Billy's collar, dragging him to his feet. One final blow to the stomach sent him crashing to the ground.

Walt watched for a few moments while Billy coughed up blood and tried to get to his feet. Walt's foot connected with Billy's side, sending him sprawling back to the floor. Billy fought to breath in air, his ribs screaming in pain. Unaffected, Walt simply turned and made his way back inside. "Don't you dare….. touch him." Billy wheezed finally staggering to his feet unsteadily. His father stopped, his own fist clenching and unclenching at his side.

His right hand closed around a golf club leaning against the patio door. "THIS IS MY HOUSE!" Walt swung the club around, connecting with the glass door and shattering it, sending millions of pieces of glass showering into the living room. Billy watched in horror as Walt continued his fit inside the living room, breaking everything and anything in sight. Exhausted, Walt stood in the middle of the room surveying the damage. "I've had enough of this shit." He grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and the rest of the money from the kitchen before heading out the front door, letting it slam shut behind him. Billy waited a few seconds before collapsing into a boneless heap on the ground.

Tim waited quietly, not daring to make a noise, his heart pounding in his ears as he held his breath. Minutes ticked by, cutting through the silence. He was sure his father had left and he couldn't hear anything else from the living room. But why hadn't Billy come back. After 10 minutes of debating with himself, Tim crawled out from under the bed and quietly made his way to the bedroom door. Though he was inside and warm, deep down he still felt the cold pool water. His shivers increased at the memory.

When Billy finally came to, it was dark and it was cold. When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he noticed the small shape staring back at him. "Billy, are you alright?" His voice was small and worried.

He didn't know how long he had been lying on the cement patio but by Tim's worried look, he figured it must have been a while. "Yeah, buddy. I'll be good in the morning." He lied, trying to get to his feet. Tim quickly sprang up eager to help. The two slowly made it across the house towards Billy's room, with Tim taking as much of Billy's weight as he possibly could. The small walked had taken its toll on both of their already abused bodies. Tim managed to help Billy wash off most of the dry blood before settling in to sleep. Deciding they would be safer together should their father's return, they stayed in Billy's room, sharing a bed for the first time in years.

They didn't go to school for the rest of the week or the week after, deciding to let the bruises fade before any public appearances. Billy had received the worst of it with a few cracked ribs. Luckily, it would all heal on it's own in a few weeks. The most worrisome had been the dark bruises around Tim's neck from the shirt collar. It had swollen a little, making it hard for him to breath but Tim wouldn't let his brother put ice on it seeing as he was still shivering from the cold swim. Thankfully, their father hadn't returned and Billy suspected he wouldn't.

When they got back to school, they lied and told everyone they had gone on a vacation with their father. Everyone believed them since the two had previously worked out all the details, and their lives returned to their version of normal, minus one useless parent.