part two
PART TWO – DIGITAL
From: [email protected]
Subject: We got computers!
09/17/14 – 11:05 AM
(Y/N)!!!!
We have computers! The minute they finished setting up the tent, I ran in and claimed one of them so I could send you this!
I also have to tell you that if there is a lapse in when you hear from me, I am most likely on a mission and I don’t want you to worry. This wouldn’t be something you noticed when we were sending letters as they took so long to get to and from, but emails are fast to send and instantaneous to receive, so I don’t want you to worry if you don’t hear from me for a little – I am most likely just otherwise occupied and don’t have access to a computer.
I will do my best to get back to you as soon as I can.
Billy
You were a little gobsmacked, you could now talk to this man whenever you wanted. You had full access to him, and it was a little frightening.
You took a look at the date and time it was sent and noticed that it was sent only a couple hours ago, you knew there was a time difference between you and him, but you weren’t really sure what it was as you were not positive where he was currently deployed. You assumed Afghanistan but there was a chance it was somewhere else.
But since it was only sent a couple hours ago, there was a good chance he could still be awake.
RE: Subject: We got computers!
09/17/14 – 1:37 PM
Oh my gosh! Hi!
Welcome to the land of computers! This is crazy! It feels like I am actually talking to you and not just like a random man trapped in a piece of paper – Hi!!!!!!
Totally understandable and thank you very much for letting me know! I hope that the lapses aren’t too long though I will admit just given that I enjoy hearing from you hehe.
I literally got your letter today, and then came upstairs to my apartment and got your email haha so I guess I will reply to your letter here!
First, thank you for including the picture of you (and Frank), I also have to say that you are gorgeous, and I was more than a little excited to find out that you were the one on the left (I’m sorry Frank).
Yes, I know what you mean about never feeling at home. I always lived with my family, but I was never at home there – my parents and brothers are pretty horrible people, and they did pretty terrible things to me, so I was never at home with them, and was never at home in that house either.
They still live in that house, and I think if I ever went back, I’d be going back to blow the place up.
Again, thrilled to actually get to talk to you.
Also very happy to know you,
(Y/N)
The reply was almost instantaneous.
From: [email protected]
RE: RE: Subject: We got computers!
09/17/14 – 1:42 PM
I was literally checking my email before bed to see if you had replied when your email entered my inbox – it’s really good to hear from you.
I get what you mean, this actually feels like we are talking and not like you’re just a piece of paper, this feels like you could be a real, tangible person and that is a nice thought to have.
If you’re available, I’d love to Skype, only if you’re willing of course – I’ll wait around the computers for a little bit more, please give me a ring if you want.
No pressure.
My Skype username is brusso82.
Billy
You panicked.
You slammed your computer shut and got up and started pacing and ran into the bathroom, gazing intently at yourself in the mirror.
Your hair was up in some kind of knot, it was a bun at one point, but it had turned into whatever was resting on top of your head, you were wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants, and there was leftover mascara all over your eyelids.
Good Lord, woman.
You quickly washed your face, getting the makeup off, taking your hair down from its knot, you threw on a nicer sweater that wasn’t a hoodie and just decided to stick with the sweats, it’s not like he would see that half of you anyways.
This would have to do.
You ran back into the kitchen, sitting at the island and opening your laptop again, and clicking on the little Skype icon in the dock.
You quickly typed his username in, adding him as a friend, and then about a minute later, he was calling you.
You let out a brief shriek, and you felt as though you were on the verge of throwing up.
You accepted the call, and the quality was horrible at first, and then it finally cleared, and you got to look at him, and my God, he was beautiful.
-
Billy noticed that a new friend had added him on Skype, and he went and accepted the request once he noticed it was you, and then immediately started up a call.
When the call went through, he held his breath.
He honestly didn’t know if you would be willing to call him, it wasn’t like you guys had exchanged too many letters and he had literally only received one email from you, but there was just something about you, something he couldn’t put his finger on – he needed to have you.
When you appeared on the screen, he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. You were so beautiful.
“Hi,” He breathed out, and you smiled shyly back at him, and he thought that that was a sight he wouldn’t mind seeing a whole lot more in this lifetime.
“Hi!” You replied, your voice soft but excited. You were grinning at him, and then your eyes switched to something behind the camera, and you let out a soft giggle before looking back at him. “Just one second.” Then you were gone, out of the frame but he could hear you.
“No, Ralph, stop it, get off the stove.”
“Ralph, please, I’m on the phone, you have no respect for me.”
“Ralph, for the love of God, I will put you back in the dumpster.”
Then you were back, and you were carrying a very large, very orange cat in your arms, and you smiled at him, and he thought he could die there and then.
“So, this is Ralph.” Billy said, laughing at you and you took his paw and waved it at the camera. “Say hi to Billy, Ralph.” Ralph just let out a disgruntled meow, and you laughed, and it was like music to his ears.
“Hi Ralph, how are you?” Billy said, smiling at the cat, and glancing back at you. You were giggling and placed a kiss on your cat’s head before getting him settled in your lap. He meowed and snuggled into your lap before quieting down.
“You look beautiful, you are so beautiful.” Billy said, and you smiled at him. “Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.”
“I told the guys in my unit that they are not allowed to come in here until I am done. I told them that I would make their drills 1000x worse if they even made a peep outside of this tent.” He said, and you giggled at him.
“I would have had the same talk with Ralph if he ever did what I told him to, and I can’t threaten him with anything because that’s animal abuse.” You said, petting his head, and scratching behind his ear.
“We don’t want that, now do we?” Billy asked, and you giggled and shook your head, grinning at him through the screen.
“Do you normally do the drills for the guys?” You asked, and he nodded. “Yea, Frank and I are responsible for that & we’re also the team leaders on all the missions.”
“Is that a lot to be responsible for or do you like it?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled. He was doing that a lot more than usual now that he was talking to you. “I mean, I’d rather it be Frankie and I than one of these jarheads.” He replied and you giggled, “Says the jarhead.”
“Y’know, I’m really glad I was the lucky soldier to receive your package.” Billy smiled.
You guys talked for a couple more hours before she eventually hung up, and Billy sat back with a satisfied smile on his face.
The conversation flowed easily, and she was somewhat addicting to talk to. She definitely opened up as the conversation went on, and she got more and more comfortable the longer they talked.
She was the opposite of him, that was for sure.
Where he was rough around the edges and mean, she was soft and kind-hearted in a way that he wasn’t used to. She had very clearly been through a lot, and from what he could tell, life had not been kind to her, but she seemed stronger for it, resilient.
He knew nothing about her past, but he wanted to.
She was very reserved, there was a lot of her that she was hiding, he could tell – and he wanted to know about it, he wanted to learn every inch of her brain, her skin, her being.
-
Brusso82
09/19/14 – 9:53am
Thank you for the call the other day – it was lovely to see you and hear you. You have a beautiful voice; I’d like to do it again sometime if you’re able!
(Y/N)(Y/L/N)
09/19/14 – 10:23am
You’re a lucky duck that I have Skype on my work computer! I also really enjoyed the call and would love to do it again too. Ralph agrees! I hope you’re having a good day, and we can schedule another call soon – do you need anything that I can send you? I’d be happy to send you another package.
Brusso82
09/19/14 – 10:25am
God must be shining down on me! It was lovely to see you in real time – you’re so beautiful. You also have a really lovely voice. I’ll do my best to make myself available for whenever you want to call. I don’t need anything, but I’d never say no to another letter or whatever you have up your sleeve. I have to head to dinner, but hopefully I’ll be able to get back on the computers before bed. Thanks for the chat, sweetheart.
(Y/N)(Y/L/N)
09/19/14 – 10:40am
You got it, soldier. I’m normally off work at around 5pm, so generally free after then! Shoot me a message if you want to call, and if I can make it work, I’ll call you! Enjoy dinner.
-
He thought about you non-stop for the next multiple days while he was on a mission.
The two of you had been exchanging some messages here and there, yet you had not had the chance to hop on another call again and he missed you – he thought he was going crazy. He could not remember the last time he missed someone, he didn’t know if he ever had.
It had been about three days since he had last talked to you, sending you a quick message to let you know that the unit was going on a mission and would be gone for a couple of days – hopefully. Sometimes, those short missions, ones that should have only taken a couple days, ended up taking well over a week and he was praying this was not one of those.
He wanted to get back to the computers, to you, as soon as possible.
When the mission was finally done, the guys all trudged back into the tent, sleepy and sore, ready to sleep for the next month.
Not Billy.
He dropped his bags on the cot, and ran into the computer tent, quickly logging into his Skype information, and grinning when he saw the little green dot beside your name signifying that you were online.
He clicked the video call button immediately, not caring that he had no idea what he looked like, knowing that he was definitely covered in dirt and probably a little blood – none of it mattered if it meant he got to talk to you.
It rang for a couple seconds, before you picked up and he held his breath as your face came onto the screen, a smiling stretching across his face before he even knew what he was doing.
You were there, holding your cat, grinning at him, and so beautiful.
“Hiya, soldier.” You said, and his smile got even wider at hearing your voice.
“I missed hearing ya, while I was gone.” He said, taking stock of what was in front of him.
Your hair was down, not in the messy knot you had had it in the first time he called you, and you had on a turtleneck, and some gold hoop earrings – the smile across your face was rapidly dropping though.
“Oh my Gods, Billy. Are you okay? You’re covered in blood.” Her eyes were wide and panicked, and he swore under his breath at making you feel anything other than happy. His eyes flickered to his picture in the bottom left corner of the screen, and he winced at the blood on his hairline and covering the top of his uniform.
He quickly rubbed at the blood on his forehead, wincing when he came into the small cut there that was causing the immense bleeding. Head wounds always bleed more.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a small cut – head wounds always bleed more. Don’t worry about me. How are you? Are you heading into work soon? It’s about 8 for you there, right?” He asked, and she seemed unconvinced about his being okay but dropped it in favour of answering his questions.
She looked at him under her eyelashes, her hands absentmindedly petting Ralph – “I’m okay! Long day ahead of me, a lot of cataloguing to do at work, and yes, I have to go in like 5 minutes. Lack of car means a lot of walking which also means having to leave 30 minutes earlier than everyone else who works there – unfair.”
She pouted at him, and he was suddenly struck by the odd desire to give her everything she had ever wanted – a car included. Her having to live without any of her wants was simply incomprehensible to him, she would get everything she ever wanted.
“Do you like your job a lot?” He asked, just wanting to hear her talk.
“I love it! Being surrounded by books all day is genuinely my dream. A lot of the time, the library is totally empty, so I just sit at my desk and read – and get paid to do it! Isn’t that crazy!” She giggled at him, and he couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his face.
“Absolutely insane.”
“How was your mission?”
“It went well, we rescued the target, which is always a win, and didn’t lose anyone either, so even more of a win.”
She giggled at him and was about to reply when he opened his mouth to speak again – “I have to ask, you’re single, right? Don’t know what I would do if you weren’t.”
“I am single, yes. Are you?” Her heart was pounding.
“Yes. Only person I could even think about wanting is you, sweetheart.”
They talked for a couple minutes more, before she glanced at what he assumed to be a clock on the wall, and her eyes widened.
“Shoot! I need to go, Billy. Totally lost track of time! I’m sorry!”
He smiled softly at her, “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You have a good day now, yea?”
His eyes roamed over her some more, she was standing up and picking up whatever device she was calling him on, before moving around some and placing it back down so he had view of her home.
“Here, sit there while I get all of my stuff ready to go. I’ll be right back, don’t be weird.”
With that, she was out of frame, and he heard some rummaging around.
There was a couch placed against a wall, it looked worn but loved, with knit blankets tossed over the arms, and throw pillows adorning it. There was what looked to be a cat bed right beside it, where she had left Ralph in, with a small basket of toys beside that.
In front of the couch was a brown coffee table, a small shelf attached under it that looked to be filled with books and papers – on the table itself was a couple of coasters, a stray cat toy, what looked to be a phone, and a mug.
Above the wall were various framed pictures, it was too blurry to tell what the pictures were of, but the frames themselves were mismatched sizes and colours, scattered along the wall.
Across from the couch was a rackety looking TV stand, and a small TV perched on top of it – the TV stand had a couple of rogue books on it, along with a candle tucked beside the TV itself.
The entire room screamed comfort, love, and coziness.
He assumed she lived in an apartment building, just given that what he could see out the windows seemed to be pretty high up.
All of a sudden, she was back in the frame, no longer in the turtleneck from before, but instead a buttoned-up cardigan, and some loose-fitting jeans – half of her hair had been messily shoved into a clip of some kind, and the other half was hanging loosely.
She was walking towards the coffee table, presumably to grab her phone, when she stopped and bent to give Ralph a quick pat on the head.
His breath was ripped from his chest, and he had a hard time looking away from her. From this angle, he could see all of her perfectly, he had never seen her in her entirety in their previous call, only looking from half the chest upwards, but she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined.
She suddenly stood up, and glanced back at him, like she remembered he was on a call – her cheeks were pink, and she suddenly seemed very shy.
She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and made her way back to him; her cardigan had slipped a little and he could suddenly see a long-jagged scar that started at her collarbone and disappeared into the cardigan.
He was overcome with a feeling of fury – that wasn’t the kind of scar you got from an accident of some kind; a person had done that to her.
“Where is that from?” He didn’t mean to ask that, it just slipped out, and he immediately regretted it when he saw every ounce of happiness on her face vanish in an instant.
“I have to go. Stay safe.” The call disconnected.
His jaw dropped open, and he swore at himself for being so crass.
He immediately pulled up his chat with you, terrified that he had just ruined everything he had with you – if he even had anything to begin with. He paused for a moment, reminding himself that he had only called you twice, and exchanged a few letters and messages.
He had no idea why he was reacting like this over someone he barely knew.
Pushing that thought aside, he quickly started typing out a message to you.
Brusso82
09/25/14 – 8:52am
I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to upset you – I didn’t even mean to ask, it just slipped out. I’ve been told I’m really good at saying the worst things at the most awful times. Please forgive me.
He did not hear back from her for 3 days. He wrote her every single one though.
Brusso82
09/26/14 – 10:26am
Hey, I’ve been thinking of you. I’m sorry again – I hope you’re okay and I want to talk to you. Let me know if you want me to leave you alone.
Brusso82
09/26/14 – 2:44pm
I’m heading to bed – I’ll wait by the computers for a little longer if you wanted to chat. Was thinking of you today.
Brusso82
09/27/14 – 7:54am
Good morning (for you, it’s the afternoon for me). I hope you’re okay – I didn’t mean to screw anything up with you.
The little circle beside her name was still red and under her name and picture in little letters were the words ‘active three days ago’ and it felt like a death sentence for some reason.
He was staring at the screen when he noticed the little bubble was green, and he tried to push down the hope that sprung up in his chest.
(Y/N)(Y/L/N)
09/28/14 – 3:46pm
Hi Billy, I didn’t mean to ignore you – was just taking some time to process some stuff. I don’t know why you asking where I got the scar made me react so badly, it was a very simple question, but it has an extremely not simple answer that I am not at all ready to get into with someone I barely know (I’m sorry). Life has not been exactly kind to me, and my body bears a lot of that history. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you. I forgive you; I understand that you didn’t mean to upset me, and how were you to know that it would have? But, from the time being, I’d like for our only contact to be chatting or letters – I don’t think I am really in the space to be having video calls right now.
Brusso82
09/28/14 – 3:48pm
(Y/N), that is totally okay – thank you for answering me at all. Again, I am really sorry for upsetting you and will not pry in the future. You can share with me whatever you want to and keep whatever you want to to yourself – I’d never want to push you and am extremely sorry for doing so in the first place. I am more than happy to just exchange messages, or even just letters, I just really enjoy talking to you in any capacity and that is not something I want to lose. How have you been? What have you been up to? It’s almost midnight here for me, but when I saw that you were online, I decided to wait up a little to see if I would hear from you – I hope that’s okay.
-
You trudged up the steps to your therapist’s office, sighing as you grasped the handle and pulled the door open. You quickly signed in with the receptionist, before taking a seat on one of the far too ornate couches in the waiting room. You zoned in on the pamphlet that had originally got you talking to Billy in the first place, and a small smile found its way onto your lips before it quickly pulled into a frown when Bethany stepped out of her office and called you inside.
Standing up, you grabbed your purse and coffee, and made your way into the office, closing the door behind you. Setting your purse on the ground, you took a seat on the singular couch in her office, your hands wrapped around the to-go cup of coffee like a lifeline. It had gone cold by now, given that you had picked it up almost an hour ago now, but it was comforting to have in your hands, so you kept it there.
Bethany crossed one leg over the other, her clipboard sitting precariously on her lap, and she glanced at you over her speckled rims. “So, (Y/N), how are we today?” She asked, and you shrugged at her in response – taking a sip of the coffee and grimacing as the cold bitter liquid hit your tongue – before settling on a quick ‘I’m fine.’, she raised an eyebrow at you, and you rolled your eyes in response; therapists.
“I met someone.” You said, surprising yourself by telling her. You had kept your communication with Billy strictly to yourself, with Karen only knowing just a little bit about him and your conversations with him. Her eyebrows raised, and her eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time you had ever volunteered information like that. Getting anything out of you was like pulling teeth.
“Tell me about them.” She requested, you took another sip of the coffee, shaking your head at the taste and finally setting the cup on the ground beside your purse – still neglecting to use the table that was right in front of you. She watched as you placed the cup on the ground and shook her head before scribbling something onto her clipboard.
“I picked up one of the pamphlets you had out in the waiting room on sending packages to soldiers overseas. I sent a care package and included my return address on it – I didn’t really expect anyone to write back until he did. His name is Billy – he’s a Marine. We exchanged some more letters; I sent him another package and then we eventually switched to Skype where we message and have called twice. The last call went very badly because he asked about one of my scars and I shut down. I ignored him for three days because I was freaking out about letting anyone get close to me again, and then I finally messaged him back and told him we could keep talking but that I would not be able to call again for a little bit.”
“And how did he take that?”
“He was really good about it actually. He keeps apologizing for upsetting me and I keep telling him it was okay. He seems really sweet actually, I like him a lot, but I am also terrified of him. I also don’t even know if he is single, what if he has like a secret family that I don’t even know about, and then I find out about them when we’re married like seven years down the line, and he hides me in his basement like he did, and then I finally get killed.”
You quickly began to spiral, and Bethany held her hands up in an attempt to placate you.
“I think you’re getting ahead of ourselves here. First, I am glad to hear that you are meeting new people, that is really amazing and is a really good step towards healing. Second, I understand why you are terrified, and your fear is very well founded, but how about we look at it this way – he is all the way across the world in who knows where, and you’re here. He is nowhere close to you for the time being and most likely will not be for a very long time, so let’s not worry about him hurting you and just focus on your feelings for him and how you felt about him asking about your scars. Why do you think you reacted so badly?”
“I think seeing my scars will make him want to know where they came from and telling him about them and where they came from would feel too much like reliving the instances that gave me them in the first place. I am also scared that he will see them and be disgusted by me – given that my torso looks like a gutted fish.”
“Why don’t we move away from the negative self-talk and focus more on why you think he would be disgusted by you.”
“Because I am disgusted by me.”
-
As the days went on, you and Billy continued to exchange messages over Skype. They ranged from long, deep conversations to simple talks about your respective days and what you both had been getting up to. Over time, you began to become a little more open towards him, you’d let small pieces of your past slip through, extremely aware of the way his eyes widened, or his smile would tighten – but he always reacted with kindness, never reacting with aggression or letting you see just how upset the information presented to him made him.
The two of you had been talking for about five months when you let something bigger slip through.
“I guess that’s just a result of being held captive!” You said in a joking tone, and then immediately upon realizing what you had said, your laughter stopped, and your eyes widened.
“I’m sorry, what?” Billy asked, and you watched as his eyes narrowed and his face fell flat in anger. “Oh, nothing, just a joke.” You tried playing it off, but he wasn’t fooled.
“No, that is certainly something. What do you mean you were held captive?” He asked, not letting the subject drop as he had every other time you had said something concerning about your past.
“Billy, please drop it.” You pleaded, your eyes were growing wider, and you were remiss to admit that you could feel a lump in your throat crying and you silently pleaded to whoever was listening to not let you cry.
“No, I’m sorry, every other time you have told me something about your past, I have let it go – but I can’t ignore this. What do you mean you were held captive?”
“My ex-boyfriend, St-Steve, was not a kind man. He was lovely at first, he took me out, brought me flowers, and seemingly hated my family which seems like a bad thing but when you come from a family like mine, it is a relief to have someone see them as just as evil as they are. Over time though, he would get angry, lash out, he would break things, punch walls but he was never physically aggressive towards me. Until, one day, I told him about this guy at my work who had asked me out, I turned him down obviously, and I told Steve that, but he didn’t believe me. He told me that I must had been asking for it, that I must have brought it on in some way, and that I was a cheating bitch. He hit me for the first time that night. He apologized afterwards, said he didn’t mean it and that he would never do it again, and victims of abuse tend to have funny ways of dealing with trauma, so I believed him, and I stayed with him.”
“Things only got worse from there. He would hit me every once in a while, beg for my forgiveness, and then do it again. I wanted to get out so badly, but I had nowhere to go. I had no family to help me, and being with Steve was honestly preferable to being with my parents, at least he only hit me once every week or so – “
Billy interrupted you here, his voice confused and soft, scared. “Or so? How often were your parents hitting you?”
She shrugged, looking downwards at her lap where Ralph was purring. “Whenever they wanted, a couple times a day usually.” She said, looking up at the screen where Billy looked borderline distraught.
“Oh my God, (Y/N).”
“I know, I know, it’s fine – I am dealing with it, I’m in a lot of therapy and on a lot of medication. Anyways, I stayed with Steve, I couldn’t go anywhere, and I had no money other than what I had saved, and I was using that to pay for my US visa, and he made me quit my job, so I had no way of getting any more money. He was hitting me more and more often at this point, and one day I broke a vase, and what’s funny is that it was my vase, but whatever, he grabbed me, dragged me to the basement and chained me up to the ground – took a piece of the broken vase and just cut me open with it. Hence the scars. He left me down there for a week, he would come down once a day, rape me, give me some water, and then leave – I have no idea how I survived. I should have died from blood loss alone, but I don’t know, I try not to think about it.”
“He eventually cleaned me up and unchained me and brought me upstairs. At that point, I knew my visa had gone through, and I was approved to move to the States. I don’t know where the energy came from, but I grabbed a book while he was turned around and screaming at me, smashed him over the head with it, he fell, I did it again, he passed out, and I grabbed all of my stuff and fled. That is the simple version I guess.”
You were fully weeping at this point, your breaths ragged and deep, and when you finally looked up at Billy, his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked wrecked – absolutely ruined.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said, sniffling while you wiped your nose with your sleeve.
-
Billy walked out of the computer tent about an hour later, his steps were angry, his fists clenched, and he had never felt anger the way he did in that moment.
He would kill him. He would kill her parents. He would kill any person who ever dared to touch her in any way.
He stormed into the main building, breathing heavy, and Frank stood up when he saw him, raising his eyebrows at the look on Billy’s face.
“Who died?” Frank asked, trying to make a quick joke but stopped at the look Billy shot him.
“(Y/N)’s parents and ex-boyfriend are about to. Frankie, the things they fucking did to her, I can’t even repeat it.” Billy said, throwing the water bottle he was holding onto the ground, and sitting down on his cot, rubbing his hands over his hair.
He stood up suddenly, filled with so much anger that he just needed to punch something. “Frankie, I’m going to fucking kill them, I swear to God.” He said, throwing his fist against the wall. Frank ran up behind him, and led him away from the wall, grabbing his fist and shaking his head at the ripped skin on Billy’s knuckles.
“Come on, I’ll take you to medical.” Frank said, leading him out of the building and into the main complex where the medical tent was set up.
After Billy got fixed up, his fist was wrapped up, but he was no less angry.
Frank led them over to some benches and sat the both of them down, handing Billy the bottle of water and orange he had grabbed from the nurse in medical.
Billy uncapped the water, taking a quick sip before jumping up again and starting to pace, squishing the orange in his hand.
“When we get out of this God damn country, I am going to kill those fuckers.” Billy said, stopping his pacing and making furious eye contact with Frank.
“I have no doubt you will, Bill. But why?” Frank asked, trying to maintain some sense of calm in the face of Billy’s fury.
The juice from the orange was dripping down his wrist, and he tossed the orange in the garbage beside the bench before wiping his hand on his pants, sitting down beside Frank, and sighing deeply.
“They did some horrible shit to her Frankie; shit I can’t even repeat without feeling like I’m gonna be sick. She’s so sweet and they were so horrible to her. Makes me fucking ill.” His voice was hard, angry, rough around the edges and Frank had never seen him react like this to anything, ever.
“I’m sorry, man. Is she alright?”
“I think so, it’s hard to tell. She’s in therapy now, on meds or some shit for her brain. I hope she is, at least.”
“You really care for this girl, huh, Bill?”
“You got no idea, Frankie. May be in love with her.”
“Shit, really?”
“Think about her all the time, I don’t know – all I know is that I want to kill those sons of bitches for what they did to her.”
“That sounds a lot like love to me.”
“Then yea, maybe I am.”
Frank smiled at him, wide, open, and happy. This was a new side of Billy – a soft, caring, loving one, a side that Frank rarely, if ever, saw.
-
Agent Orange pulled Billy aside, bringing him into a tent with a dead body in it.
When Agent Orange made the offer, Billy raised an eyebrow, looked at him, and then back at the body.
Transporting drugs for money – what kind of person would he be if he said yes to this? Not one (Y/N) would ever want to know, that’s for sure.
He turned him down, thinking that (Y/N) had the capacity to be his undoing.
Maybe she already was.
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You and Billy had been talking for eight months now.
The call rang through once, twice, and on the third ring, your face appeared in the screen and Billy couldn’t stop the massive smile from spreading across his face.
After he found out about the scars, you had stopped being so apparent in covering them up.
It was very early in the morning for him, which meant it was pretty late at night for you – and because of this, you were in your pyjamas, your hair down, makeup off, comfy and ready for a night’s rest – but you still answered his call, and it made his heart sing.
Billy had woken up before the sun, and the rest of the unit was still soundly asleep in their cots, Billy tried for a solid twenty minutes to fall back asleep but then decided it was fruitless and eventually got out of bed for the day.
He had wandered over to the computer tent, grabbed the sign that said, ‘Meeting in Progress – DO NOT DISTURB’ and stuck it to the Velcro strip on one of the flaps of the tent, before he tied them shut and called you.
“Hi, gorgeous.” He smiled at you, and you grinned back.
“Hiya, soldier.” Every time you said that, his pants got uncomfortably tight, and he had to refrain from saying something about it.
“You getting ready for bed?”
“Yes, been a long day, and I got this new pyjama set that I couldn’t wait to sleep in, so I am really excited to go to bed.” She giggled.
“The one you’re wearing right now? What’s it look like?” He asked, just wanting to see her.
Her cheeks flushed, and he almost regretted asking until she stood up and his throat closed up.
It was a light blue camisole with lace on the neckline, and a frilly pair of shorts in the same colour with lace on the hemline – she looked absolutely divine; he had never seem someone so beautiful.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He breathed out, his eyes intently focused on the shape of her and how incredible she looked.
Feeling bold, she turned around and showed off the back.
“This is the back, it’s really cute, right?”
“You’re going to kill me if you don’t sit back down.” He said – her sitting down was the last thing he wanted, he wanted to stare at her until the world ended, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts to himself if he kept looking at her like that.
She giggled softly, turned back around and sat down, the movement pushed one of the straps off her shoulder and it fell to her bicep, she stared at it for a second and looked like she was going to adjust it, but decided against it.
She sat back, the strap falling farther, and he could see the top half of her breast, and he groaned.
“Fucking hell, doll. So pretty for me, hm?” He said, feeling like she wouldn’t mind some flirting.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, but she bit her lip and nodded, staring shyly at him from under her lashes.
They had flirted a lot before, and it was very apparent how attracted to each other you guys were, but this was new, and Billy was loving every second of it.
He was fully hard at this point, but it became unbearable when she reached up and tugged the strap off her shoulder, the cami only being held up by the other strap which was slowly falling off her other shoulder as well.
He could see a lot more of the scar now that he had seen before, it stared at her collarbone, just below her neck, and travelled down between her breasts, and he assumed went until her navel, but he couldn’t see that yet.
The sight of the scar lit something angry up inside of him, but he pushed it down in favour of watching his pretty girl tease him.
“Got something else you want me to see?” He hummed, his breath hitching, desperate for more.
“You first.” She said, smiling at him shyly.
Billy had no problem with that and stood up in order to tug his shirt off, and also so she could see the tent in his pants.
He heard her breath hitch when she saw how hard he was, and then again when she saw his naked torso. He tossed the shirt aside and sat back down. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, sweet girl. I’ll take anything you want to give me – clearly, I feel like I’m goin’ insane over here and you just showed me your shoulder. I’m okay with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He said, needing her to understand that everything they did would be done at her pace, and only at her pace.
She nodded, smiling gratefully at him. “Don’t worry, I want to.” She said, and then pulled the other strap off, her cami falling down over her breasts and resting at her navel.
He almost came right then, and he could never recall another moment where a woman had this much control over him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so beautiful, fuck.” He said, his hand falling down over his crotch, but not doing anything other than that. He was sitting far back enough, that she could see what he was doing – “This okay? Or would you rather I not?” He asked, moving his palm to his thigh.
“It’s okay, I want you to.” She said, and he smiled at her, his hand moving back to his crotch, and starting to palm himself through his pants.
“You tell me if you want me to stop at any point, you got that? I don’t care if I am about to cum, if you want me to stop, you tell me, okay?” He said, and she nodded quickly, biting her lip as she stared at him.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, I’ll tell you. Please keep going.” Her voice was soft, her cheeks red, excited.
He unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down far enough that he could get his dick out, and wrapped his hand around it, tugging it once and letting out a soft groan.
She whimpered, and his eyes flashed to her face, and he smirked at her.
She suddenly moved her chair back, and he could see all of her, and he had to stop moving his hand, so he didn’t cum right there.
She tugged her shirt off over her head, before sitting and spreading her legs open, pulling one up to rest on the chair, while the other stayed on the ground. The shorts were loose enough that he could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he swore before starting to jerk himself off again.
“Fuck, look at you, so pretty for me.” He said, reaching his hand down to cup his balls, swearing softly, his eyes closing.
She let out a moan, and his eyes snapped open, and he watched as she pulled the crotch of the shorts to the side, and he could see all of her.
“I’m going to cum right now if you keep that up.” He said, watching as she moved a hand down to her pussy, her middle finger circling her clit, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out the most delicious noise.
She swore quietly, her eyes were wide and focused on him, and she moved her hand faster, keeping up pace with him as he stroked himself.
“Fuck, look at you, so wet for me. Why don’t you put a finger in there for me, hm?” She nodded at him, and slipped her middle finger into her cunt, moaning at the feeling.
He could feel his orgasm coming, but he stuffed the feeling down, not wanting this to end. “Think you can take another one? That’s it, there you go, baby.” He urged her on, watching as she slipped another finger into her.
She was making this soft mewling noises, her fingers moving furiously in and out of her, her other hand was cupping her breast, squeezing her nipple, her eyes were shut, and her head was thrown against the back of the chair; she didn’t notice him stopping touching himself just so he could look at her.
She was so fucking beautiful.
“Fuck, Billy, it feels so good.” Hearing her voice say his name in that whiny tone made him wrap his hand around his dick again, needing to hear it again.
“Say my name again. Be a good girl for me and say it again.” He begged, jerking himself off again.
She started chanting his name again, like she was a devout Christian at the altar, on her knees and begging.
“Billy, fuck, Billy, I’m going to cum, please.” She whimpered, and he picked up his pace so he could cum with her.
“Cum for me, baby. There you go, that’s a good girl.” He said, watching as she bit her lip, clenched her eyes shut and came with a moan of his name.
He followed shortly after, spilling thick hot ropes of cum over himself.
She was panting heavily, staring at him from her spot on her chair, her leg falling down to the floor and her thighs squeezing shut. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide, and she looked wrecked.
But that was nothing to how Billy was; he looked absolutely ruined. He was covered in his own cum, his pupils were blown wide, lips red and chewed, and his chest was heaving.
That was easily the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
He grabbed some tissues that were sitting beside the computer, and quickly cleaned himself up, tossing the tissues in the trash, tucking himself back into his pants, and throwing his shirt back on, sitting up and staring at the beautiful girl who had put her cami back on and was nervously chewing her lips.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever done in my life.” He said, his eyes flickering over her face to see her reaction.
“Me too, honestly. I had no idea it was going to get to that point, was it okay? Was I okay?” She asked, her voice small and shy.
“It was more than okay, sweet girl. You’re absolutely perfect, you were incredible.” He breathed, smiling at her, and grinning even wider when she blushed, giggling at him.
“Okay, I’m really glad. I really enjoyed it.” She said, and he nodded his head, and couldn’t stop what came out after.
“I’m in love with you.” He said, and her eyes became massive, her mouth dropping open a little.
“Fuck, oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I think I’m in love with you too.” She said, and he whooped, pumping his arm like a fool, before smiling widely at her, his grin full of love.
“I can’t wait to hold you.”