𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | B.E

PART 11

011; endearment

tw: mentions of abuse, suicide, and drug misuse.

katherine's pov

with each speedbump that we drove over a sharp stinging pain shoots through my stomach causing me to whimper in pain. i hold onto my lower half bottling the tears of agony attempting to hide how extremely sore my body was right now.

"that's it i'm taking you to the hospital" billie states sternly. this was the third time she'd mentioned this and we were only three minutes into driving, "i told you i'm fine!" i whined out softly feeling the tenseness in my abdomen, i didn't have the physical strength to yell.

i watched as her knuckles turn white due to gripping the steering wheel so hard. "tell me this isn't real kat. tell me i didn't find you like this" she says painfully shaking her head fighting the urge to glance at me.

billie's couldn't even bring herself to look at me, she refused to believe that this was happening and i saw how her heart broke behind her eyes whenever they met with mine. although she desperately wanted to take a swing at my father her mind was set on dragging me out of there no matter what the cost.

my stomach flutters as we dipped in a pothole within the road, and not the good kind of flutter, i felt the vodka rising in my throat making me panic. i look outside noticing we were at a park; mostly fields, benches, and pathways lit up by lamposts. it was late at night so it was deserted.

"billie pull over" i sighed out trying to control my breathing so i didn't throw up in her car, "what? why?" she questioned taking a quick glance at me watching me lean over putting my hand over my mouth.

"i'm about to puke" i muffled out between my fingers. taking the hint that if she didn't pull over right this second her dashboard was going to be covered in my sick. billie swings the car into the entrance of the park and before we even stopped moving i climbed out sprint walked to the closet tree.

running this quickly made me light-headed but billie had seen enough of me, i didn't want her seeing me throw up on top of all this. i had embarrassed myself so much already.

i place my hand on the tree beside me to keep my balance then suddenly the urge to vomit had completely gone. i stayed bent over a little and my eyes shut tight for a moment allowing my body to relax a little, i heard leaves crunching behind me then felt a presence behind me.

"baby... you are okay?" billie asks sweetly rubbing my back ever so gently, i shook my head keeping my eyes closed and staying in the position i was in. "sorry. stupid question" she says continuing to comfort me by threading her thumb across my spine.

"no it's- it's the vodka. it won't come up" i explained gesturing with my hand, i knew i wasn't going to be sick anytime soon but i was afraid to move in case the feeling came back.

"you drank again?" she queried moving her head lower to look at me, she sounded disappointed but it wasn't my choice. i slowly stand up straight placing my back against the tree with billie's hands lightly resting on my waist afraid that she'd hurt me.

"i didn't drink- i mean- it was my dad he..." i paused as my voice croaked feeling a lump in my throat, billie's eyes gazed into mine full of sadness which i hated so much it hurt. that look of pity and worry.

"he forced the bottle down my throat" i admitted gulping the down causing my stomach to knot. billie's face turned shocked with furrowed brows not believing what she heard, her hands brush up to my bare upper arms as she begins to smoothly trace my skin with her fingers tips creating goosebumps.