duvet| stu m. & billy l. [finished]

everythings not okay

content warning; drugs, semi sexual content.

not proof read !!
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3RD PERSON

Billy watched in pain as they moved you into a new cell, show casing you off to the entire station. Fresh tears were flowing down your face. Your hair was a knotted mess. Your face was covered in bruises and your lip was busted.

You looked hot as hell to him. God did he want you bad.

He pictured fucking you with blood on you and him wearing the mask.

You were pushed into your cell. "Motherfuckers!" You called out. They had roughed you up pretty bad. "I swear to God I'm gonna sue your asses!" You yelled.

Billy only looked down at his lap. He was being released and you weren't.

Billy's thoughts were interrupted by his father putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on Billy." Mr. Loomis said as he walked out the door of the police station.

Billy followed shortly after.

You were on the small cot that was in the corner of the small dingy room. You had your knees held up firmly against your chest your hands were rubbing your hair. Your voice was whispering again in that high pitched feminine voice. "Your okay." "Everything's okay."

-was some of the things you whispered. You did this until you fell asleep rocking yourself to sleep like how your mother and sister did.

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NEXT DAY
THE POLICE STATION
6AM

3RD PERSON

They had woken you up early. They had searched your house later that night searching every nook and crannie they could possibly search.

But to no avail they found absolutely nothing, all thanks to Stu.

You were released into your parents care at around nine o'clock as you and your parents had to fill out tons of release forms.

When your parents took you home, you called Stu on your mobile phone. "Stu?"

"Yeah, babes?"

"Where'd you put the bag?"

"It's in my closet babe."

"Did you look through it?"

"No, I was hoping you would show me when you got out?"

"I look like a living dead girl right now, but whatever."

"You coming?"

You faked a moan. "Yeah, Stu."

"Not y-, Not like that." He said clicking his tongue before hanging up making you roll your eyes.

You put your new mobile phone, (that your parents bought you because they felt bad for letting the police take you just to bring you more harm than protecting you), down on your desk.