He angry. And upset, and not processing any of this well. Billy wants to yell more, maybe even go outside and scream but he doesn't. It's hard when you've got a fifteen year old yelling at you. "Because I was supposed to protect you!" Somehow, though he doesn't know how he could've done that after the incident at the mall. But the mall hadn't been the end, and it hadn't been enough.

Nothing they ever did seemed to be enough.

"And I thought you were at least safe, even after the mall and you're not!" And he can't even blame it on Neil. If it was Neil's fault, at least he had a chance to be locked up. Billy looks torn about everything. Should he yell more? Continue being angry? None of those fix the 'problem' though.

Billy turns away from her, slamming his player onto the bed where it thumps uselessly. He slams his forearm against the wall and leans against that instead. Hawkins was such shit. Everything would've been fine if they stayed in California. Tears prick at his eyes and angrily he blinks they away.

"I was an asshole and a bully all to keep Neil from turning to look at you, and even then it wasn't enough! I can't even keep some upside down shitbag from taking—" Billy cuts himself off. He can't finish the sentence. It feels too real, and like a blade aimed at some vital organ to slash into.