No way.
No f**king way.
This wasn’t going to happen to me again.
And anyway, he’d screwed my chances with Hank. I wanted Hank. Hank was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my whole, stinking life.
Fuck Bil y.
I reared back and punched him in the face.
It hurt my hand, like a lot but, when he staggered back, I didn’t hesitate.
I turned and ran.
Indy had come untangled with the monster but he was rol ing around, stil tied up in his costume. Indy was on her hands and knees, looking up at me, face pale. She’d heard my scream.
She looked back toward where Bil y was.
I skidded to a halt next to her.
“Bil y!” I yel ed, hauling her up. “Let’s go!” We ran, together, holding hands. We got around a corner, another one, into another scene with some hay bales.
Bil y caught up with us and did another flying tackle. We al went down and rol ed around in bales, both Indy and I fighting, kicking, scratching.
“Hey! What’re you doing?” A monster came up and yanked Bil y off of us.
Bil y whirled around and nailed him in the nose.
“Hey!” the monster shouted again, but it was muffled as his hands went to his nose.
Indy didn’t wait, she tugged me along and I heard a scuffle behind us as the monster kept on Bil y.
We ran through more trail, straight by monsters and entered a house. Bil y caught up with us there. He pul ed Indy away from me, threw her aside and she went flying. He picked me up, starting up some dark stairs, half-carrying me, half-pushing me.
When we were halfway up, Indy attacked him from behind. He took the blow of her body hitting him ful force, his body jerking forward. He dropped me and I fel on the stairs, my lower back crashing against the edge of a stair, my elbows slamming into a stairwel .
Bil y spun around and caught Indy with his arm. She fel back down the stairs and I watched her tumble down.
I got up, clawing at Bil y to get around him to Indy.
“No! ” I shouted.
He kept pushing me up the stairs.
We entered a scene at the top with strobe lights, a surgical table, fake blood everywhere, fake severed hands and legs dangling from the ceiling on chains and a man in a bloody lab coat. He came at us to scare us but stopped when I planted my feet and rushed Bil y, catching him in the bel y with my shoulder and sending him sprawling back against a wal . I pul ed back and started pummel ing him.
“You…” I hit him in the face, “Are…” I hit him with my other hand, “Not…” I hit him again, this time, in the body,
“Gonna…” I hit him again, “Hurt…” I punched him in the jaw,
“My friends! ”
I was wild.
Bil y was cowering to try and protect himself from my raining blows.
The bloody surgeon yanked me off him.