HEY GUYS! I'm writing a new book (Marlboro Love) because I can't resist.

This new one is gonna start in season three and will *hopefully* be painfully accurate as to how Billy would react to his environment and the situation given to him.

It'll be uncomfortable at some points because I want it to truly depict how abuse makes people act. There will be trigger warnings at the top of each chapter in case there's something you cannot read (I am so sorry if that is ever the case, I go through things too so just know that my DMs are open to anyone and everyone).

And I'm sure this absolutely goes without saying, but I do not condone or attempt to romanticize abuse of any kind. Love is never ever your partner hurting you through any means. But realistically Billy was abused, many fan fictions attempt to show it but never in full detail or how he'd actually act behind closed doors. We love to imagine him as the opening doors and bringing girls flowers type but I doubt that'd be true.

Here's a little excerpt, as I wrote it I was listening to The Night We Met so be prepared LMAO

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"If you really loved me you wouldn't do this to me." He spat out.

My hand paused on the door handle as my body became rigid and I turned around to face him.

"If I really loved you?" I asked as my voice cracked.

His eyes looked anywhere but at me as I stared at him.

"If I really loved you?" I repeated as my body shook with tears. I let them spill as I took in his face scrunched up with anger and his hands balled up in fists.

"You don't get to say that kind of stupid shit to me Billy, acting as if I'm the one who doesn't care." I lowly said to him as I tried to force back the heaving sobs.

I took a shuddering breath as I turned back towards the door before turning myself back around to face him, finally letting myself scream at him.

"I pull you out of fights YOU start, even when I know I'll get hurt because you put yourself into a blind rage. It is ME who bandages you up even when I myself need a bandaid!" I scream at the top of my lungs as tears roll down my cheeks.

His face falls a little bit before his angry mask goes back up and he begins to fidget with his hands.

"I defend you without a second thought to everyone, even when you hurt me. I clean up your goddamn messes and mistakes. I let you treat me like shit and hold you when you cry right after. You sleep at my house and in my bed almost every night, even when I'm angry, so that I can save you from Neil."

"I don't need to be FUCKING SAVED Charlotte!" He screams back as he quickly walks up to me. "I'm not some goddamn charity case for you to walk in and save so you can feel better about your own life!"

I look up at him stunned. His breathing is ragged as he looks down at me with our chests almost touching.

"About my own life?" I whisper to him.

"Yes about your own life." He says with finality.

"Fuck YOU Hargrove! I'm so tired. Of this. Of us." I respond as I turn towards the door.

His hand quickly reaches out as he slams the door shut and hits it, the bang echoing as he grunts in frustration.

"I KNOW CHAR, I KNOW I keep fucking up! You remind me daily!"

"THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING IT!" I sob as I turn to him. His arm is stretched over me still keeping the door in place.

"I have seen every side of you!" I screamed at him. "Why can't you just love me? I want you to truly love me!" I begged him. "Why-why can't you just do that?" I asked as I shoved him. When he didn't respond I shoved him again. And again, and again, and again. Until I was sobbing with frustration and he gently closed his hands around my wrists and held me to him. "I-I just don't understand." I cried.

"I don't understand either baby." He responds sadly as his thumbs rub soft circles on my wrists from where he held me chained to him.