TW! Sexually Abusive Mentions.
Billie was really doing well with her relationship with Matthew. She hadn't had sex with him though, she was hoping she could though. They were currently laying in bed, and she wasn't sure if she should make a move.
She leaned over and started kissing Matthew. Things escalated quickly, and he started fiddling with her top. She liked where this was going.
He unexpectedly pinned her down forcefully, and kissed her sloppily. She didn't know how to feel about this.
"Matthew take it easy." She struggled, but giggled.
"Shut the fuck up whore, you know how long I've waited for this?" He groaned, still pinning her down. He started making bite marks on her neck, purple ones.
"Matthew wait, stop!" She quickly realized she was very uncomfortable with this. She started kicking him in an attempt to get him off.
"Fine slut, you don't want this? You started this, I'll give you something else then." He smirked, getting up and grabbing his belt. He also unplugged a nearby chord from an outlet, meaning it was still hot.
He started hitting her violently, her tender skin starting to bruise immediately.
"Matthew stop! Please stop!" The poor girl cried out. He continued for several, minutes.
"You wanted this." He spat. She kept crying and screaming as he tortured her.
"I'm about to cum just seeing you suffer. Look at me now." He said as she slowly looked at his hideous face.
"FUCKING STOP!" She yelled, getting up with all her strength and hitting him where it hurts.
"God damn bitch!" He yelled, running out of her house, and starting up his broke down car.
Billie continued to sit there, crying, her skin red, bloody, bruised.
She wasn't dying, so she didn't call the cops, she needed somebody, she knew who.
"Billie? What's up?" Que asked.
"Que please come here now." She said crying.
"Billie what's wrong?" He asked now concerned.
"Just come here please." She said quietly.
She could barely move, she was in so much pain. She didn't even bother to put any clothes on, it's nothing that Brandon's never seen before.
Finally Brandon got there. The door was unlocked from Matthew so he barged in, and went to her room.
"Billie! Oh my fucking god." He sighed, running to her and kneeling down.
"Who the hell did this to you?" Que asked softly.
"My boyfriend, well ex, now." She smiled at him, tears running down her cheeks.
"Billie this is so serious, what did he do? Why are you bruised and bloody? I swear when I find him I'm gonna beat that dudes ass." He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"I didn't want sex with him, then he beat me." She whispered. She would truly never find another like Que.
"Let's get you in the bath." Que said, picking her up.
He ran the bath tub, and poured bubbles into it. He also sprinkled some rose petals in it to be cute.
Then he turned on "I'm In The Mood For Love" that was Billie's favorite. They'd always play it on Que's apartment rooftop.
He carefully set her in the warm water. Her muscles relaxing.
She looked up at him, smiling softly, dimples showing.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"I'm doing what I should be. It's no problem, call me if you need me. I," he was so close to saying it.
"I'll see you around." He said instead.
"I'm really in love with my ex." Billie said to herself, he had already left and went to her living room.
But the thing was, he wasn't just her ex. He's her best friend. She was in love with her best friend, even worse. She never even fell out of love with him, she always ignored her feelings.
Being with somebody else made her realize, is so hard being without her best friend.
