"Didn't you know? She murdered both her parents."
Gemma is rumoured to believe she murdered both her parents. Nobody dares to talk to her, instead, they flee like they've seen a ghost when she walks through the hallways. What happens when Gemma find...
I felt cold as I woke up from my slumber. It didn't take me long to remember last nights events, especially since I was butt naked. Reaching for my phone I turned off my alarm and turned to wake up Billie but she wasn't there. My eyes darted to my nightstand and I panicked when my gun wasn't sitting there.
I darted out of bed. Grabbing my t-shirt from the floor and slipped it on before running out into my kitchen. I was surprised to see Billie standing over the stove, the whole kitchen smelling like waffles. "Billie?"
"Oh, good morning," she smiled. I smirked when I realized she had on one of my large hoodies. I'm terrified of falling for this girl but after our naked cuddles and falling asleep with her in my arms last night I'm afraid I've already fallen too far.
That's when I spotted the gun sitting on the kitchen island. "What're you doing?"
"Just making us some breakfast before school," she handed me a plate with two waffles in it and a cup filled with orange juice before she looked up at me. "And, I wanna talk to you," she sighed.
Oh fuck, I really hope she doesn't regret last night because I sure as hell don't.
"Okay?" I sat down at the kitchen island as she stood on the opposite side.
"Look, I need to know where you were. And before you kick me out or curse me out, I'm not going to judge you, nor am I going to tell anyone. I need to know where this gun came from and why you have it."
Licking my lips with nerves, I contemplated what I all wanted to tell her and I knew that if I didn't at least say something, she would give up on me. I've avoided giving her answers for long enough.
"Okay, so, I was at my uncle and aunts house. When my parents died, my aunt and uncle became my legal guardians and had custody over me. They live across the country though and I didn't want to move away. So, they made a deal that they would send me money, and keep paying for this house. However, since my social worker is technically in their state, I have to fly out there whenever they plan to do a check in.
I have a room in their house and a whole other wardrobe out there. They fly me out as soon as they know that it's close to a social worker visit. So that's where I was, pretending I lived with them so that I don't get in trouble."
I finish explaining, staring at the untouched plate of waffles in front of me, nervous to hear what Billie has to say or ask.
"That makes sense. They can afford this house though?"
I sighed, making eye contact with her bright blue eyes. "Not exactly. My parents, they worked a lot. And when I say a lot, that's pretty much all they ever did. If they weren't working they were here fighting or drinking. I didn't see them much but when I did, it wasn't pretty. I honestly preferred when they would leave for weeks at a time. Anyways, they left me all their money and it's pretty much enough to keep me going for the rest of my life so that's kinda how I afford the house.
My aunt and uncle still send me money, even though I've told them that it's completely unnecessary, so here I am," I gesture my hands to display the house around me. "Living in a 5 bedroom 6 bathroom house all alone."
"Damn," Billie sighed. "And the gun?"
"Like I said, I've never used it, never plan on using it, it's just for protection."
"Where did it come from?"
"It was my dads," I answer simply, not wanting to go into anymore detail.
"H-how did you parents die?"
I bit my lip, feeling tears begin to well in my eyes and I could help but let them fall. I haven't told this to anyone but the judge and my only family that live half way across the country.
"Billie, I-" I cut myself off, a sob escaping from my throat.
"I'm sorry," she empathizes, and suddenly her arms are wrapped around me.
I don't often cry about my parents being gone. It's not like they were good parents but they were still my parents. Seeing all these happy families or even dysfunctional families causes me so much heartache. I wish I at least still had a chance to fix things with them. I wish I had, had the guts to tell them how I'm really feeling.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," she spoke softly, running her fingertips gently through my hair. "You can tell me when you're ready."
I'm not exactly sure how long it took me to calm down but Billie didn't leave my side. She held me, whispered calming words in my ear and told me everything would be okay.
"You wanna go for a walk or something?" She asked once I had finally calmed down enough to form a sentence.
"What about school?" I looked up at her, finally digging my head out from the crook of her neck.
"Fuck school, this is more important," she smiled softly.
Hand in hand we walked back into my room and both got ready for the day. We both threw on some comfy clothes and Billie borrowed one of my hoodies which I have to admit, looked so fucking cute on her.
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We ended up walking around the streets of LA until noon and at that point we were both pretty hungry, seeing as we hadn't touched the waffles that Billie made. Which I felt bad about but Billie continued to tell me it wasn't a big deal. We decided to grab some food and try to find a spot to eat it.
"Is this okay?" I asked, sitting down on a curb that was slightly secluded from any main roads or stores.
"Yeah, why not," she shrugged, her cup and the bag of food in her hand. She stared at me for a second, not moving.
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing," she shook her head, "you just look really good, hold that pose," she slipped her phone out of her pocket and I chuckled before looking back up at her.
"Is it a good picture?" I asked as she came to sit down next to me.
"Yeah, you should post it," she handed me her phone before opening up our bag of food.
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