mirage | b.e

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billie

don't let him in

don't let him near you

he wants to hurt you

he wants to kill you, billie

"billie let me in please, i just wanna talk" her brother's voice wavered in the air; uneasiness laced into every word he spoke.

"no! you ruined this for me! you ruined my life" she rested her head back against the door, an angry tear escaping her right eye.

she was spiralling and unlike other days, she felt every single emotion hitting her like a truck.

"you-you can't do this to me, im fine!"

"you're not fine billie, you need help"

"say that shit one more time and im gonna kill you, finneas, im okay" she sobbed, tears cascades down her angrily flushed cheeks.

she had, had enough. this was her breaking point. people twisting and contorting her mind, making her think she was insane and needing to be locked up and away with crazy people like she was one of them.

nobody supported her and her views,

except for vega.

"baby?" a voice was heard from the joint bathroom,

"v-vega? oh, vega please" she whined quietly, her brother had come away from the door and gone about his business, not wanting to argue with his mentally ill sister any longer, for it was exhausting.

vega stepped out of the bathroom in a silk robe, tied loosely around her waist, her wet curls laid perfectly on her shoulders.

billie seeing the swells of her breasts in her robe made her forget the argument completely.

she caught billie's eye and she sat down on the edge of her bed,

"you have to admit when you're wrong, billie"

billie scoffed and looked away, "now you're taking his side? what the fuck is up with everyone today, jesus"

"don't curse, you know he's right. it's okay to admit when you're wrong, there's nothing bad about it" vega shook her head slightly and shrugged

billie stood up,

"don't tell me who to fucking believe, vega. im my own person and i know im not crazy! don't you believe me, baby?" she was now up close and personal with vega and tilted her head to the right slightly, taking a hand to curl some of her locks behind her ear lovingly.

her tone went from loud and aggressive to innocent and cute in a matter of mere seconds.

"quite frankly i don't" she swatted billie's hand away and walked over to the dresser, ultimately dismissing billie and her questionable behaviour.

"fuck you vega, why don't you believe me? you're meant to be on my side! im starting to think you have a thing for my brother because i know you're not-"

"billie," vega started, her voice stern but somewhat quiet, "shut up, please. ive had enough of you now, look at yourself, you're not fooling anyone when you say you're not insane. you're only convincing yourself" she spat

billies eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"so you think im insane then? is that what you're saying to me, vega?"

"no, don't you listen to anything i say? you just need mental help, i never said you were insane" vega, not making eye contact with billie, began dressing quickly.

"but you implied it" billie retorted, staring at vega's naked body.

her perfect ass
and her perfect tits
you should just let loose on her
take her for all she's worth
nobody needs to know,
she'll keep quiet
violate her.

"no, i didn't"

"you want me to get sent away, don't you" billie stepped forward, thrusting her hips into vega's ass, possessive hands on her waist as they both stared into themselves in the large mirror of the vanity in the corner of the room, one side of the dresser covered in orange bottles, countless amounts of unopened medication; new and old.

"don't twist my words billie" vega said breathlessly, her lips meeting the nape of her neck, lightly nipping and sucking, the warmth of billies breath on her neck made it even easier to give in to her antics.

conjuring up some self-control, vega pulled away and began to leave the room,

"know your place" and without further ado, billie was left alone with her dark thoughts in the emptiness of her dimly lit, cold room; almost exactly matching her feelings.