jailbird | b.e.

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billie's pov:
"touch me again and i swear to god i'll fucking kill you." i gritted through my teeth as i held my knife up to the mans neck.

"i'm sorry." he whispered before gulping, causing for his throat to graze the blade.

"i'm so deadass right now." i muttered, putting pressure the on knife on his neck. the knife pressed into his skin, not enough to slit his throat but hard enough to draw blood. i smiled at the sight of the blood.

i looked back up at his face to see how a tear had fallen from his eye. "maybe you'll think twice next time you touch a girl inappropriately without her permission, yeah?"

i removed the knife and he nodded eagerly. i let go of my grip on him and he ran down the street, nearly falling. "men are so stupid." i muttered to myself. i looked down at my hand and saw how i had a tiny bit of his blood and grimaced.

it's ironic, 'cause i like to make people bleed, but when their blood touches me i feel grossed out and sick.

anyways today i wore a t-shirt and leggings and some random guy, probably one of jayden's friends thought it would be okay to grope me? me???

we were in a group full of people and so after he touched me, i pretended to be interested in him and brought him away from the group so that we were alone and damn near slit his throat.

i wiped my hand on a random dry wall to get rid of the blood before going back to where jayden and his friends were.

"where's mark?" he asked and i shrugged.

"probably gone home."

***

"hi billie" kiara smiled as i walked in the door, scurrying over to kiss me. i kissed her back, not opposed to it at all.

yeah, she's been a little bit clingy since... you know... i don't mind though, well- i mind a little bit. mixed feelings here.

i'm in love with her, have been for years. however, i'm not soft. i hate that soft shit. it's okay for a couple of minutes and then it's just.. no.

"i missed you." kiara mumbled into my shirt as she hugged me.

it's gonna be a long night.

***

"let's do something tomorrow." i suggested and kiara nodded eagerly.

"like what?" she asked and i shrugged.

"not sure, neither of us have cars." i chuckled, running my fingers through her hair.

"oh... true." she trailed off.

"yeah." i breathed out.

we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. i don't know if it's just me, but it was kind of an awkward silence. kiara seemed to be thinking.

kiara's pov:
i'm a hundred percent sure billie has some serious mental problems and i wanna tell her so that she'll go to the doctor or wherever the fuck you go to get diagnosed- but that's such an awkward topic.

i'm sure she has borderline personality disorder, and maybe even DID. i don't know, all i know is that she is a hundred percent a psychopath. would i be wrong to say that kinda turns me on? yeah?

"whatcha thinking about?" billie asked and i sighed, shaking my head.

"nothing."

"yeah, sure. whatever." she muttered and i rolled my eyes.

life with billie is so boring. if my life was a movie, people would have stopped watching and went on their phone or something by now.

i looked at the time and decided to go to bed, leaving billie on the couch. i was already in my pajamas so i just did the rest of my bedtime routine and climbed into bed. by the time i had fallen asleep, billie still hadn't come to bed.

billie's pov:
i don't know why, but ever since i cut that guy, i've been craving more. i know i sound crazy, because, well.. that's not very legal, but i don't know. i just.. crave to cause pain.

more so i'm craving to cut someone. the satisfaction of watching the blood ooze from the fresh gash, it really is something. you wouldn't understand until you do it to someone else. never me though. can't be having ugly scars.

{a/n: scars are not ugly this is just what billie thinks!}

i keep thinking about earlier today, looking at the fear in the guys eyes as i had the knife pressed up against his throat.

i need to do it. i need to. i stood up from the couch, getting the keys before walking out the front door and locking it.

i'm not setting out to kill anyone, although it wouldn't be my first time. i won't really give a fuck if i do end up killing them, especially if it's someone who i don't like.

i walked out of kiara's building and the street had a couple of people on it. it was only 10p.m. but it was dark out.

i headed towards a quieter, darker area in the neighborhood, trying to find someone. i began to skip down the street, so beyond excited for what was about to happen.

i saw a man who was walking on his own. luckily enough i was wearing just a tank top as a shirt.

"hey." i called out.

he looked up at me, taking an airpod out. "hey."

"you work out?" i asked as if it weren't obvious, he was ripped.

"yeah." he chuckled, flexing his muscles for a second.

"cool, i think it's hot." i smirked, grabbing his upper arm while staring up at him. he was huge compared to me, i'd say he was about a foot taller than me.

he glanced down at my boobs before looking back at me. i had my bottom lip between my teeth.

"what you saying?" he questioned.

"i'm saying.." i grabbed his forearm, pulling him towards me. "..we should go somewhere." i mumbled before smiling up at him. "what's your name, by the way?"

"michael."

"right. why don't we go somewhere michael? i don't bite." i smirked and he nodded.

"let's go then!" i said, trailing my hand that was on his arm, onto his stomach.

we began walking and before we knew it, we were in an alley. there was nobody around at all and next thing i knew, my lips were on his.

we began to make out, his hands roaming my body. i know i did it to him but he's not allowed to do it to me, the fuck?

after a few minutes, i discreetly pulled my switch blade from my pocket and opened it. his hand that was on my ass gently squeezed and next thing we knew, he was screaming in pain, doubled over.

i had stabbed him in his stomach. he was rolling on the floor, my blade still inside him. i tried removing it from him but he wouldn't stop moving.

"can you- calm down! i need my knife." i told him and ofc he didn't listen, crying hysterically as the blood poured from his stomach.

i reached for the knife, ripping it out and he screamed in agony.

"my bad." i chuckled. "listen, michael. i'm gonna go. see you, bud." i pecked his forehead as he sobbed. "or not, you want me to kill you?" i asked and he shook his head frantically. "please, no!" he choked out.

"alright, calm down. it was just a question." i said, holding my hands up in defense. i then put my blade in my pocket before turning around. "buh- bye." i waved before leaving and making my way back to kiara's house without anyone noticing that i stabbed that guy. mission accomplished. i should do this more...

it's good to be back in business.