Billy H.

It was nighttime in Hawkins The lights of the fair were still flickering in the distance when you decided to take the lonely road back home You had no idea that someone had been following you for weeks

Billy Hargrove, his car roaring like a beast, watched you from afar It wasn't love he felt, it was obsession. He'd fixed on you that cold, burning gaze he used to intimidate everyone, and little by little he'd convinced himself that you had to be his, even if you didn't want it

The noise of the engine interrupted your tranquility Before you could run, Billy braked abruptly next to you, got out of the car and in a few seconds he grabbed your arm tightly

Don't scream he whispered with a crooked smile I don't want to hurt you... but I can't let you go

He put you in the back seat without giving you a chance to resist The smell of cigarettes and gasoline enveloped everything, while he started at full speed towards an unknown place

In an old cabin on the outskirts of town, Billy closed the doors and windows He paced back and forth, nervous, as if trapped in his own mind

You don't understand she said in a broken voice, somewhere between anger and pleading Everyone looks at you, everyone loves you… but only I am capable of protecting you. You are mine, do you understand? Mine.

The days became a strange mix of tension and fear Sometimes Billy was aggressive, raising his voice and punching the walls. Other times, he was vulnerable, trying to convince you that you would love him if you just gave him time

Your mission was to resist, to stay calm, to find a moment to escape But with every word, with every obsessive look, you understood that Billy never wanted to let you go