Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Done -Billie Dean Howard

Tw: suicide attempt, depression, arguing, pills.

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There you sat, next to Billie's empty seat at the dining room table, waiting for your precious girlfriend to come home. You had pulled together a nice dinner for the both of you, after a long day of her filming the new season of her show and kept your dishes warm in the oven but as it grew later, your hopes of your beloved girlfriend coming home dwindled.

You slap your hands on the table and take the two plates, putting them in the fridge, going to bed without dinner as tears started to fill your eyes.

It was hard this time of year when she was filming her show. She always promised to be home by a certain time but she'd been coming home many hours past. It was like she wasn't even making an effort.

You got under the covers, wiping your face, and cry to yourself for a few hours. You had a hard time sleeping the past nights, considering Billie would always hold you in her arms and scratch your back and hair when you'd go to bed together but the empty space in your bed made that feel nearly impossible.

You were curled in a ball for a few hours as your thoughts raced through your head.

She doesn't love you anymore.

She doesn't care.

She would rather be out than be home with you.

Hours later, you were half asleep and felt a dip in the bed behind you, along with a slender arm holding you close.

You open your eyes, seeing it was almost 3 am on the alarm clock that resided on your nightstand and pull away from her in anger.

"Hey babydoll, it's me," she said with confusion. She leans over and whispers in your ear, moving your hair from your face. "I've had a long night. Up for a little fun?"

You roll your eyes and sit up.

"Billie it is 3 o'clock in the morning and you want to have sex?! You said you'd be home at 9 last night!" you shouted with tears resurfacing your eyes. "That's two weeks straight now that you've been telling me you'd be home and practically lying to me!"

"I know baby I'm sorry. The schedule changed. You know how poor their time management skills are sometimes..."

"I don't care. I'm sleeping on the couch," you mumbled, grabbing a pillow and storming away from the bed. Billie jumped up and stood in front of you.

"Hey! That is NOT fair! It's not my fault!"

"You could at least be honest with what time you're coming home! I'm so done with this Billie."

"Done? What do you mean done?"

"I mean I can't put up with this shit much longer so things better change or- or we're done."

"Pfft. You're bluffing," she scoffs, crossing her arms and looking down at you as if she held all the power right now.

"You wanna bet?" you laugh, going into the hallway to the stairs with her quickly trailing behind you.

"y/n you don't have to sleep on the couch baby please. I know you have a hard time sleeping alone."

"Well, clearly that doesn't stop you from coming home so fucking late. I'm clearly used to it by now," you mumbled, throwing your pillow on the arm of the leather couch and starting to situate blankets along it.

"y/n, you're being ridiculous. Come upstairs so you can actually get a good night's sleep," she sighs, going to grab your arm but you harshly pull it away without making eye contact, continuing to spread the blankets.