Narrator's POV
As soon as the door closed, Y/n immediately ran to the bathroom. The sun was setting, it was getting dark outside, meaning he would be here any minute. She showered, did her hair, put on a nice pair of pajamas, put on perfume and brushed her teeth. She made herself all nice and pretty, just for him.
Never he would make this kind of effort for her, but she would climb mountains just for him. She patiently waited on her bed for him to finally show up. He only came to her on weekends, during the week he would stay with his girlfriend, that he claimed "didn't like that much", yet he still stayed with her, Monday through Friday he would stay with her, they were always together, except of course when he would run off to cheat on her.
When he finally did show up, he just came in, she never locked her door after dark, deep inside hoping he would come, and he did, most of the time. He came in and without a "hello", a "How are you?" or even a "how as your day?", they jumped right to business.
She enjoyed those sweet moments with him. When he would be all over her, kiss her, touch her, talk to her, love her almost. She felt so full, so free in this moments. The way his warm strong hands would wrap around her, the way he would talk, sigh, groan in her ear.
He was enjoying it too, how easy she gave into him. She was obedient, always there. He knew she loved him, which is why he fucked her, cause he knew that she would always be there for him. She was free and easy, accessible and guaranteed to him. It was probably this mindset that caused his downfall. What could he do? He was a cocky asshole, it was his nature.
Once they were done they both laid on her bed, naked and breathing heavily. They didn't say a single thing to each other. It was useless, at first when she tried to talk to him, he would either ignore her or answer with words shorter than his name. So she eventually gave up and simply enjoyed the silence, at least she was with him. After that, he would put his pants on, light a cigarette or two, smoke, put his shirt on and leave without a "Goodbye".
She hated the emptiness, the void and the loneliness following his departure. She could still smell his scent. She would eventually fall asleep and by the time she woke up, there was no proof of his presence, except of course in her mind. He was always on her mind, as if he was tattooed on her eyelids, because she saw him whenever she closed her eyes.
It was hard not to, it was like he had this grip onto her, like he put a spell on her. Which was funny because rumors said she was the witch, but he was the one casting spells.
She finally finished sulking on her bed and decided to start her morning routine, she had band practice today, again. She got dressed, got her stuff and left. Once she got there they practiced like always, had a pizza and stayed a bit longer to talk about random things until a certain thing what brought up:
"
- We should do a gig soon
- Fuck yeah that sounds great! Eddie and Y/n both agreed
- We can do it in three weeks, more than enough to organize everything and practice
- I can take care,of the booking. Jeff said
- I'll take care of outfits and makeup. Y/n volunteered
- Great. Jeff, find the venue and take care of everything, Y/n, sketch a little something. We have 3 weeks to prepare so you sons of bitches better give your all
-Yeah! They all high fived.
"
The band practiced a bit more, after that, like always, Eddie and Y/n went to get ice cream and crash at her place. This time they didn't smoke, neither of them felt like it, so they just brainstormed ideas, outfits for the concerts, makeup, etc.
Eddie watched as Y/n gave him a hall of every piece of clothing in her closet, unable to find anything to wear. "I guess I need to go shopping for a new outfit. Stand up, let's go".
She dragged her best friend out of the couch, grabbed her wallet and they were now on their way to the mall. There, Y/n found joy in every piece of clothing she came across, she bought so many things that she had plenty to her for her gig, and any gig after that.
They decided to take a snack break and get some popcorn. In the line, Y/n heard a very familiar voice, a voice that she didn't get to hear much but that she absolutely loved. She whipped her head around to look behind her, scanning the place and looking around like a hawk. She finally found the source of this, the man, not her man but kind of her man.
She looked at him, Billy Hargrove for a moment, hoping he would meet her gaze and he did. They held eye contact for a moment as she started into his deep beautiful eyes. He was the first to break eye contact, he looked back at his girlfriend. This rude bimbo bitch that Y/n hated so much (author's note: I have nothing against bimbos, I love y'all so so much).
Y/n, no matter how much she fought it, couldn't stop staring at him. He was an asshole, but goddamn he was handsome. With his hair, his gorgeous eyes, his smile that got her weak every time. Thankfully, her best friend got her out of her trance. They went back to her house, put everything she bought in her closet and parted ways.
To be continued
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