But if one of us dies//Billie eilish

pt {9}

A/n BE WARNED THIS STORY SPEAKS ON HARSH TOPICS. (I will not be adding Tw every chapter) BE ADVISED THIS WHOLE BOOK IS BASED OF DRUGS,SA,DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, ECT.

*Billies Pov*

"Bran—" i started to say when I saw him open my room door. As soon as I did he leaned in quickly,   And he kissed while his hands made their way to gripping on my waist firmly before I could pull away from the kiss. The kiss continued to deepen by the second, and in seconds I was pinned against the wall whilst one of his hands made their way to my throat. Which caught me off guard and caused me to let out a soft moan. Slowly my shirt started coming off, as he took it off all I could focus on was his bare cold hands and the slight wind from the fan creeping up against my soft skin. His hands started making their way ferther down as he started to untie the string to my pants. As he did he lifted me up, my legs rapped around his waist. Both breathing got heavier and heavier as it got more intense. be Layed me down on the bed whilst he slowly took off my shirt...

The rest of that night was history.
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earlier that night. *11:35PM*

earlier that night at the party after I dropped Jamie off, I texted Brandon after are fight. It's embarrassing but I can't help but feel like he's losing interest. I'm just not sure why.. I'm not sure what I did—or, what I didn't do..? All I know is he never has time to see me, he's just so distant. I try to put in the 50% of my part but instead I have to put in 99% whilst he goes out with his friend. I don't mind having to put in more effort but it feel like it's just me who does. Am I not pretty enough? Bold enough? Skinny enough.. i can't help but feel like I'm the problem. But If this is what it's going to take for me to be a priority then so be it. Hopefully he'll finally just..notice me. Maybe then I'll make him happy since clearly I don't do it enough for him.

I ended up sending him a 'flirty' video. And said some things, and that's how everything ended up how it did. It was my rising point.
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The next morning I hung out with Jamie, we watched a movie, went to eat. It's weird how fast I'm getting comfortable. But, I can't really explain the sense of comfort, I mean anyone I speak to is to hung over on my fame or money. I'm not sure if they are yet tho, Jamie seems humble. All I know is this one feels different and I hope we can be friends. My day has been actually decent so far even tho it started shitty.

Me and Brandon had another fight in the morning because of him deciding to head off again. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him grabbing his stuff and leaving. That personally hurt. but I'm not sure why I expected a different outcome— "Billieeeee!!" I heard a loud shout from finneas'a bed room.

"HUHHH?"

I heard slight mumbles before shouting again.
"WHATTTTT????"
I heard mumbles again, I roll my eyes and groan "this ginger man." I mutter to myself as I walk to his room with some ketchup and fries.

"Okay! I need you to listen to this" he said
He showed me a beautiful riff he'd come up with. It's was very slow, it was gentle and beautiful. It made you feel a sense of pain but peace— at the same time. It was basic triads with a mix of octaves ect. It was powerful. It was touching..

"So.. do you like it? I been working on it for a week of two now, but I can't come up with any lyrics."

I flicked him across the head before I made my way to the bed next to him. The bed and piano were next to each other. It's a very simple set up, it's cozy. This is where it all started.