"And that is why I trust that I can tell you," Billy said, "That the night you saw me crying... the real reason why I was crying was because...", he started to breathe heavily, "Was because I had... killed... my mother's boyfriend... my rapist..."

My eyes widened at those words. Billy is a killer? Wait... how... when... why... I had so many questions... I was shocked, and even though I understood his motive very well, killing somebody like that is against the law and... and I was scared of him.

"Hey... say something...", Billy said.

I was still staring at him with disbelief, and when he tried to approach me, I took a few steps back. "S-stay away f-from me..."

"Nate, please. I thought you'd understand...", tears filled Billy's eyes. He was right. I don't blame him for killing the bastard. After what he did to Billy, can I even blame him? Who am I to judge?!

"O...okay... I... I understand... you... you should have gone to the police though..."

"The bastard has connections there," he said, "They would have let him out in a second. This was my only choice. God knows how many other kids he's hurt as well... Nate, please, you have to understand..."

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"I...I do... and I don't blame you for it... I was just shocked... that's all..."

"You looked scared of me. It broke my heart.", he looked at the ground, "I'm not proud of what I did, you know. I needed to let it out. To tell someone. Now I can only hope I told it to the right person."

"You did, Billy. And I'm not scared of you. I was just... scared of what you did. That's all."

"And you think I'm not? What about that night? Do you think I wasn't scared that night?", he said quietly but in an angry way. Or is it sad? "I never wanted this. I just wanted a normal life. Now I have to... I have to live with this forever." Hoards of tears were now rolling down his face, which he tried to cover with his eyes. The poor guy. I felt a pit in my stomach, knowing what he's been through. He sat on the ground, back against the bed.

"It's okay, Billy. I'm here for you.", I sat beside him, and just like that other night, I let him into my lap. What else could I do to make life easier for him? I just wish I could help him heal. I don't care that he's killed somebody. He's not a murderer. A murderer is someone that's killed someone innocent. The monster he killed was far from innocent. Far from human. He deserved it. But Billy doesn't deserve to suffer like this. I don't know how long it'll take for Billy to recover from his assault, but no matter. I'll always be here for him.