8 Letters [Billy Hargrove]

♡ Five ♡

Juliette's POV

8:00 AM

I woke up from the sun coming through my window. Ugh finally, it was Saturday. I sat up and looked beside me to find nobody. But- didn't- whatever. He probably had to go home. He has a life too.

I had the brightest idea to call my dearest friend Steve. Looking at the phone on my nightstand, I grabbed it and dialed Steve's number. Of course I knew it by heart. I did the moment he told me, I kinda had a crush on him for awhile until he started to get feelings for my sister.

"Hello?" The boy picks up.

"Hi sleepyhead, whatcha doooinnn." I said annoyingly. "Well I was sleeping until someone called me at 8 in the morning on a SATURDAY."

"Hm I wonder who that could be. Anyways wanna hang out? I'm bored and I-" I paused, thinking about if I should tell him what's happened recently.

"I need to talk to you about something.." He sighed and said yeah. I hung up and got dressed.

I put on black, very ripped jeans with a chain. A black band t-shirt that I cropped myself and a pair of black converse. I did a little mascara and lip gloss, and headed over to his house.

I knocked on the door and it swung open, out coming Steve. I smiled and stepped out of the way to let him walk out. He does and shuts the door behind him.

"So uh- you wanted to talk?" Steve asked. "Yeah...uh wanna go to the lake?" I responded. He nodded and we started to walk silently to the small lake that was about 2 blocks away.

The whole time was just silent. I didn't want to talk yet, not unless I knew we were at a peaceful place. I truly didn't know how he was going to react, we've never had this situation before because we would always be by each others side. No matter what, but something felt like this was a different story.

We finally arrived to the lake and we both sat down on the deck. I looked forward, picking at my cuticles. It was a bad habit that I had, as well as biting my lip when I was stressed or anxious.

"So uhm the thing- or things that I have to tell you...is uhm." I paused again, trying to find the right words.

"So yesterday- I skipped school with Billy, Ya' know- Hargrove. It was honestly really fun and then we ended up doing things in his car." I was just rambling on, getting more nervous at the fact that Steve wasn't saying anything.

"And- uhm at the party last night...I was so drunk that I couldn't think clearly and I- uhm." I started to panic, not really knowing what to say next. I've told Steve all of my secrets, even the ones my own sister didn't know. I trusted him a lot and for some reason this was just too hard to say.

"I think I know.." Steve said, finishing my sentence for me. I looked up at him and worry started to show in my expression. "What?"

"After you left, a guy on the basketball team was... was braging on how he 'scored the slut Wheeler' I didn't know if it was true or not" He confessed.

Tears started pooling into my eyes. I've dealt with sexual assault before, but nothing like this. I wanted to throw up, my head was bounding and it didn't help that I was hung over.