Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

I'll Always Think of You

Everything happened so fast. One second Billy was underneath (Y/N), his hands running through the other boy's (h/c) hair, tugging at it as (Y/N) kissed down his neck, playfully nipping at the center of Billy's throat. Then his bedroom door was being slammed open and (Y/N) had been pulled off of him at such a ferocious speed, Billy didn't even have time to blink. He faintly heard the thudding of something hitting his bedroom wall (he assumed that it was (Y/N)), but his full attention was focused on his father in front of him.

This was it. This was everything coming out, in the worst way he could have ever thought imaginable. Billy couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

"I knew you were a god damn faggot," Billy's father began, leaning over Billy on the bed. Billy stared up at him, his blue eyes blown wide. His throat had closed up, as if every ounce of oxygen had left him. All he could do was stare at his father. "Every time this fucking pansy would come waltzing in here, I just knew. I wanted nothing more than to smash his head into the window and throw the both of you into the streets," he continued to rant, practically spitting into Billy's face. "How long has this been going on?" he questioned. When Billy didn't respond, it angered him even more. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around Billy's neck. The same neck that had just been receiving loving touches moments ago, was now being strangled. "How long?" Neil screamed, tightening his grip.

Now Billy definitely couldn't breathe. Billy's ring-covered hands shot up, clawing at his father's own hands. Blood was ringing in his ears, it was getting hotter and his neck was hurting. God it was hurting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his step-mom covering her mouth in horror in the doorway and Max yelling something. Billy's eyes attempted to focus back on his father, trying his hardest to communicate with him to just let go but it wasn't working. His grip just got tighter. His father's face started getting blurrier, and dark spots were dancing in and out of the picture. A gurgled gasp left Billy's mouth, a desperate plea. Why isn't anybody helping? Why are they letting him kill me? Why do they hate me so much? Why am I like this, why couldn't I have been normal? Fuck, I'm so sorry, Max. Billy moved his faltering gaze over to his little sister. He knew that if he were to die right here, in his father's hand, that all the torment and mistreatment he had received would find its way to Max soon enough. Max stared back at him, nothing but pure horror in her eyes.

Suddenly, a book came flying out of nowhere— one of Billy's Algebra textbooks— hitting his father in the head. The hand around Billy's throat let go as Neil stumbled back, dropping to the floor. Billy had truthfully forgotten all about (Y/N), his mind going hazy. Once his throat had been granted air, choked gasps, wretched sobs and bloody coughs left his mouth all at the same time. He still couldn't breathe. Rolling off his bed, Billy fell to his knees, placing his hand over the center of his throbbing throat. His head was pounding, he still couldn't hear anything and everything was distorted.

"I can't.." he tried to get out, but it was followed by another cough of blood, spurting onto one of his blue silk shirts that had been laying on the floor. Red hair came into his line of sight, turning his head he saw Max had rushed over despite her mom's protests and his dad attempting to tell her to "Leave the fucking fag alone, Maxine."

"Billy," she said quietly, placing one of her hands on his back. Max didn't know what to do. She couldn't call the cops or an ambulance— she knew better, this had happened before, but not as severe. But Billy was hurt, and he was hurt bad. "Just... Just lay down, okay?" she said, trying to gently push him onto his side, quickly pulling the bloody shirt out of the way. She pulled his blonde hair out of his face as Billy continued to cough, hot tears falling down his face, his body curled into the fetal position with his back facing Max.

Shouts began breaking out across the room and a loud crash caused Max to snap her head up and unconsciously grip Billy's shoulder. (Y/N) had been the one to throw the textbook, knocking Billy's dad to the floor. And now he was paying for it.