online love (billie eilish)

did it on 'em

inspo: did it on 'em, nicki minaj

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All these bitches is my sons, an i'ma go and get some bibs for 'em...

Freya's POV:

I wake up to a white ceiling and an empty room. I move around, pain radiating, my body covered in tiny bandages from shards of glass, an oxygen mask over my face.

"B-billie," I croak out, the mask still on.

She rushes into the room.

It's the first time I get a good look at her. Hair falling out of her two space buns, stains on her graphic black sweatshirt, a pair of matching sweatpants. She's got two different shoes on, mascara stains, and a medium sized bandage over her cheek.

She rushes to hold my hand and not gonna lie, I'm scared. And then it hits me.

I start to get up, pulling off the mask, ripping the tube out of my arm.

"Woah, babe, slow down," she looks afraid to touch me.

"We have to get out of here I- I don't have health insurance. I haven't been to the doctor since I was a baby. When I needed vaccinations for school, I had to go to the pharmacy and beg them to help. I would get called down to the office during school and wait in the backroom and a dentist would come and I'd get my teeth cleaned in the conference room like all the other broke kids. I've seen twitter-- I'm gonna have bills I'll never be able to pay back for the rest of my life and I don't have a job right now and, and--"

"Freya, don't worry about that right now," Billie tries to coax me back to the bed, but I'm already halfway down the hall.

"Freya, Jesus!" Billie whisper-yells, trying to act calm as I click the button on the elevator. I step in and she cautiously follows.

"Babe, just listen to me for one second. You're on pain medication right now, they had to knock you out because the shock wore off and you were screaming from them removing pieces of glass from all over your body. You didn't even feel a small piece in your chest. They were afraid it could've went deeper and pierced your heart. You have to rest and eat food and you need more fluids and--" she sees I'm not paying attention, just tapping my feet.

"I never go to the damn doctor, Billie. If I got beat up in school or at home, I handled it myself. You think I don't know what I'm doing? My mom once threw a knife at me and it landed in my fucking thigh. She walked away and I bandaged myself up, walked to the drugstore, and stitched it up myself--"

"Listen, that's all very heroic and shit, and I get it, you've been through shit, but you aren't in that home anymore. We're like little adults right now and I know it's confusing, but there's different ways of handling this now," billie talks to me like a child or maybe she's just right and I'm just stubborn. I can't stop thinking about the money.

"Who do I ask for the check?" I say as I walk out of the elevator. Billie pulls me to the side.

"Let me handle that for you, just focus on feeling better."

I'm split because part of me thinks she's like this hot sugar mommy but at the same time I have too much pride.

"I'm not gonna let you do that or spend any of your money," I roll my eyes and she bites her lip.

"No, babe, listen. I called my lawyer and--"

"You have a lawyer?" I say in shock.

"Yes okay it's embarrassing. Anyways, she says we absolutely have a case. I'm suing that bitch to not only reimburse your medical fees but for the trauma. He'll be dead broke and get jail time. Not only that but I want to sue the entire record label. And I'm taking all that fucking money to destroy them and make my own label," she says in excitement and I can't help but lose track about what I was mad about.

I just signed a couple deals I might break you off, and we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator...

"And I was thinking that maybe you could be one of the creative directors, if you wanted to--"

I leap up into her arms despite the pain. She twirls me in a circle. When she sets me back down her eyes are elsewhere.

"The fuck," she spits out and I follow her eyes.

They're wheeling Tony in on a stretcher, his leg bandaged, his hands handcuffed to the stretcher.

"Come on, we're following them," she grabs my hand and we start trailing them.

Billie's POV:

We get outside of the room, they leave him there with a security guard in front of the door. I keep Freya's hand in mine, attempting to push past him, but he doesn't budge. I pull out my wallet, tuck a couple hundreds in his pocket, and he lets us in.

I look at the pathetic man, and he immediately starts to get up in his stretcher. I hold onto Freya with one hand, strut over to him, and punch him right across the fucking face, blood splattering out of his nose, his face hitting my rings.

The security guard looks in, raises his eyebrows, and looks away.

"If you ever touch her again, I will cut your dick off. Slowly," I spit out the words.

If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em...

"Did she tell you what I have on you?" he glares up at me and I look over to Freya, who slips behind me.

"What's that, hm?" I say, uninterested, playing with my fake nails.

"Pictures! Of you buying drugs!" his face turns red.

"Oh, really? Prove it, show me," I smirk and he sinks back down.

"If you drop the charges, I'll delete them," he tries to act tough.

"Where's your phone then? I deleted them off there and the cloud, so..." Freya pipes up from behind me.

"In my house, printed off, bitch!" he yells and I lean down, grabbing his neck and pressing.

"First of all, watch your goddamn mouth. Second, what house? She burned it to the ground. You have nothing," I laugh, and let go of his throat.

Let me shake it off...

"Women never make it in this industry without a man. Be thankful all I did was feel you up a bit. It will always be this way, it's how the industry works," he sneers, tryna hold onto nothing.

I look back at Freya.

"Did you get that, babe?"

"Yea I got it," she pulls out my phone, flashing the camera over to him.

"Enjoy jail. They don't like guys who hurt girls there. And if they let you out, enjoy never finding a job ever again, while I sit on my piles of money and you'll just be a tiny speck on the ground," I start to walk away, then pause.

"And you're wrong. The industry is changing, because we women have started talking to each other. We've started to figure out what happened to us has happened before and is happening to new girls. We're making the change. We're getting back the rights to our songs, and if we can't, re-recording them and making them even better. We're suing your asses and killing the game, realizing hey, this record label stuff isn't that hard, we'll do it ourselves. We'll put people we trust in charge. We'll put women who get it in charge. We'll protect those girls singing in their choirs, the girls in school who volunteer to carry the chairs, the girls who draw in their notebooks and the girls behind the cameras. We're making it safe for them, and part of that starts with destroying you and stripping you of everything you made off of us," I let it all out, and Freya stops recording afterwards.

Bitch, I get money so I does what I pleases...

We walk out of the room, and I catch a glimpse of the security guard wiping a tear from his eye.

"You go, girl," he smiles and I can't help but smile back, feeling on top of the world, finally getting everything off my chest.

"You're so fucking hot," Freya whispers in my ear, and when I give her a look, she blushes, grabbing back onto my hand.

"Let's get you properly discharged," I kiss her forehead.

You used to be here, but now you gone, Nair...