Forbidden feelings- Billie dean Howard

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

*Knock knock knock* Was the sound I woke up to. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my phone on the nightstand beside me as the time read 1:44pm.

Shit I went to bed so late last night I must've slept in later than usual. As soon as I unlocked my phone, I had four unread messages. From Billie.

9:37am Billie: Good morning. Did you sleep okay?

10:45am Billie: You probably have your notifications muted, that's okay. I'll be coming over in about 2-3 hours.

12:50pm: Billie: I just got done cleaning the house, i'm getting dressed, i'll be over soon.

1:32: Billie: I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 5 minutes.

As I read those texts, I realized the knocks I was awoken to, were billies. I completely forgot I told her she could come whenever she wanted to. I panicked, rushing out of bed getting a quick look in the mirror before going down. I looked like a hungover mess. My hair was knotted, my eyes were droopy. It was bad. But I didn't have time to do anything about it.

As I took one last look in the mirror, not being very satisfied with what I was seeing, I heard a voice shouting from behind my front door. "Y/N?! Are you there?"

I was right. It was billie, but then again, who else would it be? "I'll be right there!" Yelling as loud as I could all the way from the upstairs.

I let out a sigh, being slightly disappointed that I had to start off the morning with billie seeing me like this. Not giving me a chance to get ready, but then again, it was on me for telling her she could come when she wanted to. I shut off the light to the bathroom and rushed downstairs as fast as I could.

I reached the bottom step, opening the door to see the blonde standing there. With her hair held back in a loose ponytail, the back of it curled. She had on a white sweater, with loose fitted jeans. I forgot how much I missed her I stared at her, finding it hard for me to speak. Then finally built up the courage to say something.

"Wow. Billie you look-" Before I could finish, she pulled me in for a hug. As she did, I could smell her sweet perfume. It smelt different than yesterday, like coconut, and vanilla. I was now realizing billies the kind of woman who likes to switch things up. Which I loved.

"Oh Y/N.. i'm so.. so sorry." I pulled away from the hug confused, looking at her. "What are you sorry for?" I could see tears forming in her eyes. "Billie.. why are you-" She cut me off.

"For everything. Everything that happened last night. For gods sake my drunk husband barged into your house uninvited. Screaming at you. How could you forgive me after that?" There were now tears slowly escaping from her eyes. I wiped them away, pulling her back in for a hug.

"You didn't do anything wrong. That was your husbands choice to make, not yours." I could hear her sniffling. I rubbed her back, showing her that I wasn't upset. "None of it was your fault, I promise." She let go of me, and wiped the remaining tears she had on her face.

"I just.. couldn't stop thinking about how bad I felt last night. I can't help but to think this is my fault." She looked down at the floor while talking, avoiding to make eye contact with me.

I held on to her hand. "look at me billie" She lifted her head up slowly, now making eye contact with me, tears filling her eyes once again. "Don't you ever think that any of this is your fault. I had the best night last night because of you. I haven't had that much fun in so long. So please don't overthink it."

She looked up at me with a tired smile. I could tell she was faking it. Then I remembered the conversation we had last night, over text. She told me she would tell me what was going on once she got here.

"Come on. Let's continue this conversation in the living room." I grabbed her hand leading her over to the couch. She sat down, with her hands folded in her lap. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked walking over to the kitchen. "A water would be fine" Her voice sounded off. Like it was deeper. A little more sad than it usually sounded. What happened to her?

I grabbed a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets, setting it down, pouring in the water. "So.. what were you going to tell me? You know, what you said over text last night. That you were too tired and wanted to come here to talk about it instead."

I could see her fidgeting with her hands. Choosing what words to respond back with. I walked back over to the couch, giving her the water she asked for. "Thank you." She took a sip and set it down on the table beside her. I sat in the chair by the couch, waiting for a response to the question I had asked her.

She cleared her throat. "Sorry last night I just.. felt myself missing you. I never got the chance to say goodbye once I left. I told you I wasn't okay because of that reason. My husband may have seemed not the best in front of you, but he's never like that, he was just reacting in a bad way towards the alcohol and was worried about me. That's why I felt so horrible that your first time meeting him was in that way. As soon as we got back to the house, he was no longer drunk and just went to bed. I wanted to tell you in person so you knew how sorry I was.

Well that wasn't so bad. I was expecting her to tell me something far worse, but it was more of an apology. "It's okay billie. It's not a big deal, really. I know some people react in a bad way towards alcohol. I understand. Let's just forget about this an-

I stopped talking once I noticed a mark. On her face. A red mark that almost had the print of what looked like a hand. I could see makeup wearing off that tried to cover it. She reached her arm out to me, holding onto my hand. "Everything okay Y/N?" Her sweater sleeve slightly rolling up, as a part of her arm was exposed. A huge bruise. That was surrounding her wrist.

I slowly looked back up at her. My loving, soft mood now overpowering with shock, and anger.

"Billie.. Are you lying to me..?"

"What are you talking about? I'm telling you the truth why wouldn't you believe me?" She pulled her arm away from me having a confused look on her face.

"Then do you care to explain the bruises that don't look a day old on your arm..? and a hand mark.. straight across your face?"

She stared at me blankly. Still no words coming out of her mouth. She opened it, then closed it again. Soon after, all I saw were tears. Multiple tears. Streaming down her face.

"Billie.. what happened?"

Okay guys I hope you liked this chapter! I'm going to most likely be updating by tomorrow! To everyone who's reading, I appreciate it so much! <3