Billie struggles with being severely introverted, what will happen when Y/n comes into her life? Will she break Billie's walls down? Or will Billie cut her off completely...what happens when Billie starts showing interest? What Y/n doesn't know is...
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1 month later.
Y/n's POV
It's been a month since Loni's...death? Which is weird to think about. I've been spending my free time with Billie, my dads been a raging asshole.
"I don't want you to leave.."
Billie said wrapping her arms around me.
"Billll...I have to.."
She groaned into my neck pulling me closer to her.
"I'll be back..soon"
I smiled kissing her cheek.
"Plus I really don't think your parents enjoy me being there all the time."
I laughed slightly, she pulled back from me.
"They love you.."
She smirked pecking my lips.
"Uh huh..sure they do"
I grabbed my bag off of her bed walking towards the door.
"Did your dad even say what he wanted to talk about?"
She asked following me.
"No...probably something about Lonis case? I don't know.."
She nodded leaning against the wall.
"I'll FaceTime you later?"
"I'll be waiting.."
She said smiling, I smiled pulling her door open walking out I quietly made my way downstairs. Not gonna lie her mom intimidates me.
"Bye Y/n..."
Maggie said waving from the couch.
"Bye...thanks for letting me stay"
She smiled as I opened the door rushing out.
Billie's POV
Every time Y/n left it felt like I was sucked right back into this dark hole, all I could think about was Loni..I don't know why. I'm not sure if it's my guilt eating me alive...
"Billie.."
My dad said knocking on the door, I looked up as he walked in.
"We need to talk.."
"About what?"
"Why haven't you been going to your therapy appointments?"
I groaned laying back on my bed.
"She doesn't help with anything.."
"I thought she was helping-"
"Please don't question me..please."
He sighed.
"Fine Billie. I'm not putting up with this behaviour much longer."
He said walking out, I ran my hands over my over taking a deep breath. I barely had the motivation to leave my house...let alone to go to therapy.
