its been a month since iv seen or talked to billie. she tried reaching me many times, texted me on all social accounts she knew of, and even called and texted me off different numbers thinking i wouldn't know it's her.
she was still on tour but she had a week till she came back for the grammys meaning she'd be back home. but I was moving anyways so I had nothing to worry about.
"fuck my life.. i forgot i had shit i need over billie house." i said as i talked to kenia on the phone.
shes been keeping me up with everything.
"you don't got a key or sum to her house? you were surely always there" kenia said
"i mean i do but i really don't wanna go to her bum ass house."
"then i guess you not getting your shit back." she said as i rolled my eyes jokingly and hung up making my way towards billies house.
this will be my last time here hopefully.
I unlocked the door looking around like iv never been there and went straight to her bedroom finding my clothes and other essentials that I left.
grabbing the things I reached for another drawer realizing it was fucking locked.
"why she got a damn drawer locked.." I said to myself.
I looked to the side and her dumbass left the key on the on of the drawer and of course, immediately I unlocked it.
I wish I have never seen what I did.
"What the hell.."
i was faced with a bunch of stuff of mine i know i never gave billie...down to clumps of my hair to pictures of me when i first moved in and me doing other normal things. it was fucking weird.
under the pictures were jars labeled as "bath water" and some of my unwashed panties.
i was literally dating my fucking stalker.
someone who didn't love me but had an obsession with me. i knew this but i didn't think it was THIS bad.
she puts on this innocent act and makes everyone think she's so kind and wouldnt hurt a fly but is out here stalking people. people as in ME.
i quickly dialed kenia number to show her how crazy billie truly is.
"look at all this fucking shit, look at this!" i said as i waved my phone in the drawer showing kenia on facetime her hand immediately reached her mouth as she said nothing and stared in shock.
"eavzn get the fuck out of there i'm so fucking serious." she said in a panic voice but i ignored and continued to drop all the shit out of anger.
smashing the jars, ripping the pictures.
i was mad and fucking disgusted this the person i let myself love, this was the person i let meet my mom thinking she was the one. this was the person i fucking had sex with.
everything was a blur, all i remember was kenia screaming things at me over the phone probably telling me to leave, and me hanging up before getting my shit and driving to my moms.
i didn't think once to look back or even lock that bitches door.
i hoped her fans went thru her shit and stalked her at the moment.
i wonder how her ass would like that.
- this book is slowly coming to an end! longer chapter soon ily.
