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chapter eighteen max = peace ♡
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Billy Hargrove played loud rock music as his car approached, "He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me..." Max spoke as she looked over at Yulette ; she remembered the things Billy had told her about Yulette, "He'll kill us."
Kill. Kill was a scary word. It meant to be murdered by someone else ; murder was unpredictable and horrific. Nobody could predict death. One moment you'll be driving down a highway, and the next you'll get hit by a truck. Life never slowed down for individuals, it was the same for everyone.
The tires of Billy's car screeched to a stop, and his loud music was shut off. Instantly, alarms went off in Yulette's body - telling her to shut down. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Instead, Steve Harrington decided to go out and have a little 'chat' with Billy.
"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?"
"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants,"
Billy slammed to door as he responded back to Steve, a cigarette between his fingers, "What are you doing here amigo?" Billy and Steve slowly approached each other, Steve answering back to Billy's question, " I could ask you the same thing... amigo,"
"Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here."
"Huh, that's weird, I don't know her."
The kids watched eagerly from the windows, as if they were Yulette watching Bewitched. But Yulette wasn't eager to see what would happen next - she was scared. The only thing comforting her was Max's soft hands grazing her forearms. "Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch?"
"Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry buddy," Steve lied, to be honest he wasn't the best liar but he knew when to take things seriously. Billy sighed after taking the cigarette out from between his lips, "You know, I don't know this... this whole situation, Harrington. I don't know. It's giving me the heebie jeebies,"
Maybe it was Steve's blank responses, or maybe it was how obvious it was that something was off. "Oh, yeah? why's that?"
"My thirteen-year old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a stranger's house, and you lie to me about it." Billy explains, the kids still secretly watching the whole thing go down from the window.
