The Killing Moon, Steve Harrington

𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒗. i'm in charge

"I thought I told you to stay away from him."

Max glared deeply. "Go away, Billy."

"You disobeyed me," Billy continued. "And do you know what happens when you disobey me?"

Max simply gazed at him, her chest rising and falling angrily.

"I break things."

He grabbed Lucas by the folds of his jacket, picking him up and pushing him all the way back into the kitchen. Billy slammed Lucas into a cupboard, Theresa finally climbing to her feet when she realized what was happening.

"Get away from me!" Lucas shrieked, bringing his knee up to Billy's groin.

He groaned, letting go of Lucas. Steve ran in the door at that moment, looking over at Tess holding her throat. His eyes went wide when he realized what Billy did, swelling with rage.

"You are so dead, Sinclair!" Billy shouted at Lucas. "You're dead."

Steve ran up on him from behind, grabbing Billy by the shoulder.

"No," he spat. "You are."

He threw a punch directly at Billy's face, who took it like it was nothing. Billy laughed maniacally, his nose now bloodied. Theresa crept over to the kids, putting them all behind her while she shielded them with her arms.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?" Billy taunted. "I've been waiting to meet this 'King Steve' everybody's been telling me so much about."

Steve pushed Billy back. "Get out," he warned.

Billy swung. Steve ducked and brought his own fist around, hitting Billy again. He threw more punches while the kids cheered him on, Tess just trying to keep them out of harm's way. Billy stumbled back into the counter, reaching to his right and grabbing a plate.

Before Steve could get out of the way, Billy smashed it against his head. Steve staggered, doubling over as Theresa gasped. Billy walked toward him, punching him again. He pushed him back into the living room, grabbing Steve by the jacket and rearing his head back to headbutt him.

Theresa felt scared. She was more scared of Billy than a Demogorgon, and she was not sure why. But in that moment, watching Billy get on top of Steve and begin to punch him nonstop, something was sparked within her. A boiling, seething rage.

She looked around in the kitchen, sliding open a drawer. Her fingers wrapped around the handle of a kitchen knife, pulling it out and turning around. The four kids all watched her, their eyes huge, as Theresa walked into the living room with the knife in her hand.

"Billy!"

He turned his head, Tess grabbing him by the back of his shirt and forcing him to his feet. Her adrenaline was giving her strength, pushing Billy back into the wall and bringing the knife up to his neck. He did not look so cocky now, holding his hands up against the wall in surrender.

"If you ever come near me or my fucking brother again, I will slit your fucking throat," Theresa spat through gritted teeth, holding the blade against his skin.

Billy laughed down at her nervously. "You're not gonna do shit, Sinclair. You're all bark and no bite–"

Theresa forced the knife deeper into his neck, shutting him up. She tilted her head to the side, almost smiling as the blade drew a small amount of blood from his throat. Billy whimpered and closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying? Now, let's go back to what I was saying. You leave me, Lucas, Max, and the rest of their friends alone. Because I know where you live, and I've got no problem cutting your dick off while you sleep. Do you understand, Hargrove?"