𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮|| Billy Hargrove

37. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙

1 week later...

I was sitting at home as I was trying to call my mom but she hadn't answered and I went to voicemail.

"Hey mom, I just wanted to call you and say I love you...I wanted to talk to you that's all. Tell Jonathan, Will, and Eleven that I love them. Thanks."

I hung up the phone as I cried to myself. I was all alone and I was an outcast at school. Jason found out about Billy and so did Eddie so I couldn't talk to Jason about it and he all ready made a speech about it in his first basketball game and so now everyone knows. It was so hard to cope as everything reminded me of Billy. Movies, ice cream, homework, his jacket, cigarettes, clothes, Owen, everyone at school reminding me, and all the memorial things in the hallways for all the dead students...especially Billy. I felt so empty and like I couldn't love anyone like I had loved Billy. It would hurt me even more to know that Owen would grow up to live without his father. I couldn't live with that guilt.

"Y/n! I'm leaving to go with friends! Hang on, I'll be ancient in an hour!" Olivia shouted.

"Okay!" I shout back.

As I heard her leave, I got up and watched her leave through the window and burst back into tears. I remembered all the great things that me and a Billy had done together and how happy I was before...but I'm not anymore.

•••Olivia's POV

I was partying with all my newer friends and my new boyfriend. We all sat on the couch and drank beer while we all laughed and talked.

"Olivia, why the hell are you friends with that weirdo, Y/n? Didn't her fucking boyfriend die and she had a kid. She's a tramp." The basic blonde bitch said.

A few girls laughed but I glared and so did my boyfriend.

"That's fucked up, Miley." My boyfriend said.

She rolled her eyes, "honestly, it's so sad that she only hangs out with that freak Eddie Munson. I bet you Her and Eddie and fucking in his sex dungeon while praising satan."

I laughed at that one as she did too, "but why do you talk to her? She's honestly a bitch."

I shrug, "she's desperate."

Everyone began to laugh as I sighed and drank the last of my beer and set it down.

"She is so annoying. She cries every night about her fucking boyfriend and her baby cried all the time. I don't know why I asked her to stay with me. I can't even sleep now." I spat.

She gasped, "I bet you she sacrifices random shit and prays for hours at her boyfriends grave."

I rolled my eyes and stood, "well I better go home. Said I would only be home for an hour but it's been three so I gotta go."

"All right, bye!" Everyone said.

I kissed my boyfriend goodbye as I walked out the house and to my car, getting in and driving back home. I heard the dog barking which confused me so when I parked and got out, walking to the side of the house and seeing my dog Benji still outside.

"Benny boo, why're you outside still?" I asked.

Benji barked some more as I walked inside and noticed all the lights off still and it was quiet.

"Y/n?" I called out.

It was quiet again so I searched everything and decided to check outside. I checked everything but saw that nothing had any sign of her except the voicemails on the phone. Threw from Joyce.

"Hey sweetie! I was working and couldn't get back to you but I hope everything is great, call me back? Love you."

"Sweetheart, could you call me back?"

"Okay. Goodnight sweetie. I love you. So does Will, Jonathan, and El. Goodnight."

I sighed and looked outside, seeing the shed light on. I furrowed my brows and walked outside, walk into the shed and opening the door, seeing her hanging there. I gasped and felt my heart race.

"Y/N!!" I scream.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, trying to undo the noose around her neck but I couldn't. I began to cry and I tried so hard to help her but I couldn't and I felt hopeless.

"Olivia?" I heard my mom shout from the house.

"MOM! CALL 911!" I scream and began to sob.

•••

I sat in the hospital with hot eyes and sat in a chair with my mom next to me, feeling empty. I saw a nurse come out and to us with an upset face.

"I'm sorry but she is...she didn't make it. Her time of death was about three and a half hours ago." She told us.

I began to cry again as the nurse left us be.

"Mom, if I hadn't gone out with my friends she wouldn't have died." I cried.

"Sweetie, this is not your fault. This is absolutely not your fault whatsoever. Okay?"

I cried more as I knew it was. The shot I said about her, I left her, I was unloyal to her, she was my friend and I never once stopped to help her when she needed me.

5 months later...

I moved to California with my mom and dad as we had given Owen up for adoption because we weren't ready to take care of him. So as I was in school, I met better friends and took care of myself, trying to be a better person than I was before.

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