Adopted by Billie Eilish

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When she reaches me, she pulls up a chair and sits right across from me. I look down at the ground, cross my ankles nervously, and begin fidgeting in my seat. I bite my lip gently and close my eyes, sucking in a small breath in order to attempt to calm my nerves.

"Hey," she says softly. "Are you okay, baby?"

I nod and reply softly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just some stuff going on."

She puts a finger underneath my chin and gently lifts it up to look at my face. I feel tears building up in my eyes, and I try to blink them away. She takes her thumb and gently wipes them away for me.

"No, something's wrong. What's going on, baby?"

"Just my dad," I reply in an almost whispery-voice. "He broke me."

"Aww, I'm sorry," she says with a small smile. "It's none of my business, but what did he do? Only if you want to tell me, of course."

"No, it's okay. He abused me several times, so now I'm left with a bunch of bruises and scars."

"Can I see them? I just want to know how bad it is."

I nod. "Yeah, I guess. You can follow me into the bathroom for privacy."

We walk into a back bathroom together. She closes and locks the door. I face the wall, letting her slide up the back of my shirt. I hear her breathing begin to break up and feel my shirt drop back down. Silent and uncontrollable sobs begin to take over my body. She walks over and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm so, so, so sorry he did that to you, baby," she whispers. "Is he in prison?"

I shrug. "I don't know." I wipe my eyes. "If not, I'm probably in more danger. I mean, if it comes to it, I can just die or something . . ."

"No, don't even think about doing that!" Billie says, grabbing my shoulders gently, looking me square in the eye. "I'm not going to let him get to you. You're coming with me."

I begin tearing up. She's actually choosing me! But is she just choosing me because of my father? If so, then I don't deserve to be chosen by her. I can just come back if that's the case. But do I really want to leave?

"You okay?"

I snap out of my thoughts and not. "Yeah. It's just — are you choosing me only because of my situation?" I say suddenly, unaware of it.

She looks hurt at this statement. I didn't mean to hurt her like this! She shakes her head.

"No, of course not! And although I'm helping you hide from him, that's not why I'm choosing you. I would have chosen you whether or not your father had done this to you. You're the perfect child for me, baby. I promise you that I'm not only choosing you because of the situation."

I nod. "Okay. I trust you."

She smiles and pulls me into another hug. "Okay. I'm going to go sign the papers. You can go pack up your stuff."

I smile and walk out of the bathroom and up the stairs, ready for my new life to begin.

A/N: (I'm sick of the A/Ns at this point, but whatever). Took a while to write this since I had no ideas, but I'm not going to end it this easily! And around the next 2 chapters, to make up for lost time, some more drawings will be posted! (Yay!) And they're all drawings of Billie (okay, but that's kind of obvious). And, oh boy, I'm happy with how they turned out. And I hope you like them! See you in the next chapter!

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