Billie's POV
I grip onto the steering wheel until my knuckles go white, backing out of the driveway as fast as I possibly can. I groan as I hit the curb. I don't care though. I hit the gas and begin driving. I don't know where to go is the problem. I try to communicate with Brooke.
Brooke! Where are you?
I give her a few seconds to respond, but I don't get a reply. She's probably too scared to even reply back. I don't blame her. She's only twelve! I decide to try again.
Brooke? Are you there? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where do I go?
Just barely there, I hear a voice. It sounds weak, but she's definitely there.
Town center. Old house. Looks bad. Hurry. It hurts.
I freeze. "It hurts?" I ask myself. "What does the mean by that?"
What do you mean by "it hurts?" What happened?
I hear nothing for a few seconds. No reply at all.
I bang on the steering wheel, the horn blaring loudly, making people glance at the vehicle.
What have I done to be in this situation?
A/N: It would be longer but the bell's ringing in a minute sooooo . . . longer chapter later!
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Adopted by Billie Eilish
FanfictionBrooke Davies is only twelve years old and is forced to be a servant to her drunk and abusive father on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She's been through all kinds of torture and has thought many times about ending her life. The only person keeping h...
