Billie Eilish x male reader (Rewrite)

The chapter before chapter 19

Mother called him to the living room. He sprang up from the bed and ran to her voice. Stood straight up, his vision focused on her.

"Yes?"

"Get in," she said, pointing at the bathroom door, "I warmed up some water so that you could take a bath,"

"I washed yesterday, remember?" he said, "I'm pretty clean, mom,"

She paused, then smiled.

"Silly little Y/N; you're dirty. I can smell the vile stench on you from miles away. You need to get cleaned. I'll clean you. Now get in."

He went past her and did as told. After all, mother was always right.

He took off his clothes and went into the tub. She followed with a bar of soap. 

She started cleaning his back while his played with the soap bubbles. Continuous motion on his back. Up and down and up and down and up and down. The bar of soap was finished before he realized it. 

 Y/N felt his mother's arm wrap around his waist as she placed her head on his shoulder,

"You still smell," she said, "I'll go get more soap, you play with the bubbles till then, alright?" 

"Ok," he said,

The soap bubbles kept floating upward, and he popped them one by one.

pop pop

He heard the doors outside open and someone coming in. 

That didn't matter, he was told to play with the bubbles.

It was his father probably. 

No one cares.

pop pop pop.

They were arguing now. 

"No one cares!" he said 

Their voice was getting louder, deafening even. 

He couldn't touch the bubbles now. They were too high and too much. He didn't do as he was told and now he was in trouble. They looked like they were about to blow. He covered his eyes. 

But the popping didn't come, the bubbles weren't even there when he looked again, it seemed like everything had stopped moving. He couldn't hear their arguing, he couldn't hear his heart beat and breath. He tensed up as he heard the approaching footsteps. He turned to see her bright smile and wide eyes.

Mother was back. 

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Y/N woke up with a deep gasp and erratic breathing. Everything was spinning. He tried to remember where he was. He looked around, everything looked distant, like it was at the tip of his fingers but he could for the love of god touch it.  

 He closed his eyes.

'Ok, Y/N in, out 1 2 3, 3 2 1. Breath. It's alright,'

Y/N opened his eyes. He was in his bedroom. In his house. He smiled in relief.  He was in control again. 

He heard the doorbell ring, and a soft voice followed.

"Y/N, your running shoes out here. Hurry it up,"

He rubbed his temple, "Alright, just give me a minute.

A/N : For all that it might concern, I moved the original stories to another account, Holy__Spaghetti. I'll update it more often there and you know what to do