A Billie Eilish Fanfic- Juvie

Lap Talks.

Billie's POV.

"Eilish - wake up. Come on. You're coming with me," a CO woke me up out of dead sleep.

Man what the fuck did I do?

I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my eyes, trying to get my tics under control even though I was lacking sleep.

I walked behind the CO dreading what lies ahead...until he took me into the infirmary.

Cleo laid there half asleep looking almost unrecognizable. Whatever happened to her was bad. Her face was horribly swollen and her nose was definitely broken.

"Cleo! What the fuck happened?"

Cleo opened her eyes and I saw them fill with tears. That was enough to make mine start to tear up. She is way too pretty to cry.

"I...I told you zendaya hated me. She tricked me into being alone with her then she did this..." she waved at her face, "...and that's not even the worst part Billie," Cleo starts to sob and climbed onto my lap.

I glanced at the nurse, the only person in the room with us. She did the "Im watching you" hand motion and then gave a look of pity to Cleo before she stepped outside the infirmary door. She wanted me to comfort her.

Cleo cried and cried and I didn't press her for the story. When she was ready she would tell me. I felt the back of my mandated scrubs getting soaked and I didn't care.

Cleo finally pulled back and wiped her eyes, legs now wrapped around my waist, sitting on my lap facing me.

"Did she threaten your family or something?"

Cleo swallowed hard and replied,

"No,"

then head nodded towards her panties that were taken off when she came to the infirmary and folded on the stretcher. They were soaked in blood.