Brighter Stars // Billie Eilish gxg

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The car ride to the police department was a blur. The next thing I know I'm sitting in an uncomfortable chair across from the chief of police

"It's nice to meet you Miss Price. I can't imagine how difficult these past few days have been." The officer says.

The past few days have honestly been a dream.

"We need to know the extent of what Miss O'Connell did to you. I know it can be difficult to relive all of this but I'm going to need you to try your best." He continues.

I feel myself heating up. I don't want Billie to go down for something she didn't do. I also don't want to fess up to everything and have her get hurt.

"She didn't kidnap me." I blurt.

The officer looks up at me sharply.

"Pardon?" The officer asks.

"I need to be honest with you. I willingly went with her. She never forcefully took me. She was just trying to protect me." I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Protect you from who?" The officer asks slowly.

I take a deep breath, and fix my hair.

"This is going to sound crazy, but I've been too scared to come forward about everything that's been happening to me." I start.

The officer leans back and props his feet up on the desk.

"Okay. So I started noticing that really creepy notes were being left at my door. I thought it was just a prank or something, but then they started appearing in my room. I met Billie a few weeks after I first started seeing the notes. She got me a hotel room once she realized they were able to get into my dorm. They had taken pictures of me sleeping. They even hacked into my computer and hijacked the camera." I said, working myself up.

"So you're saying that Miss O'Connell was helping you get away from the creepy notes?" The officer asks.

"Yes." I respond, sitting up straighter.

"Right, and do these notes have a connection with the dorm fire that happened when you were away from your room?" The officer asks.

"Yes, I think so." I say eagerly.

"Do you know where Billie was at the time of the dorm fire?"

"Uhm, the hotel room? I don't know." I say.

"Do you see how this sounds yet?" The officer asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"See how what sounds?" I ask.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that you met Miss O'Connell right around the time that the notes started appearing?" The officer asks, laughing a little.

I'm quiet for a second.

"What are you implying, sir?" I say.

"We have reason to believe that Miss O'Connell was the person you were trying to run from all along." He says.

My heart falls to my stomach.

"That's untrue." I say.

"She's likely a master manipulator, trying anything she can to get you alone with her." He says.

This can't be real.

"You guys must suck at your fucking job. It's obviously not her leaving the notes, I'm telling you that she has nothing to do with them!" I jeer, standing up.

"Ma'am, I know this is a shock to you but-"

"No, leave me the fuck alone." I say, turning around.

"I need backup!" The officer says, jumping up.

"No!" I exclaim, as several officers grab me and pin me against the wall.

"Likely a case of Stockholm Syndrome, we need to admit her to the psych ward. She needs some counseling." The chief of police says to the others as they cuff me.

"Stockholm Syndrome? What the fuck? Let me go!" I exclaim, struggling.

"We'll get you the help you need." He says, having the other policemen lead me out.

I can't help but sob as they lead me out of the doors and into the ambulance outside of the station.

I'm not crazy. I can't be. 

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thoughts?? (;