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

sorry not sorry

trigger warning: gore, angst, death, toxic relationship

content warning: death, angst (get your tissues.)

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you got out of your car, leaving it parked neatly in the driveway. you took out your key and unlocked the house with it.

when you opened it you scanned the house and was met with billy and stu conversing on the couch, a show playing softly in the background.

you set your keys down and took your shoes off.

you walked over to the couch and plopped down in between them. you gave them both a kiss and watched the show on the television.

they both were stunned as you had grown weirdly unaffectionate the past few months.

they both began chatting again. you droned them out the television seeming getting louder and louder as you stared at it.

but before it could go on any more it shut off. "y/n we're going to sleep are you going upstairs?" you shook your head no at billy.

"oh okay, goodnight baby." he said kissing your forehead.

when they both went upstairs you held your head in your hands praying, something you haven't done since you were a child. "God, please don't let me die tonight." you whispered to yourself before going up the stairs into the guest bedroom that connected to your closet.

you took a gun, a knife and some clothes and put it into the bag.

the light to the closet flicked on. "y/n what are you doing?" stu asked standing in the closet doorway.

you dropped the bag from your grasp. you were stunned. you turned around. "what?"

"i asked what are you doing?" he said moving closer to you seeing the same black gym bag from two years prior.

"nothing, why?" you said stepping infront of the bag.

"y/n are you lying to me?" he asked.

"no."

"then what's in the bag?"

"nothing." you said plainly staring him down. he wasn't believing you nor was he taking no for an answer.

"show me what's in the bag." he demanded.

"no, now if you wouldn't mind, i want to go to sleep."

"y/n, what are you hiding?" he said reaching for the bag.

you pushed him. "dont." you said as he fumbled back hitting the wall as you pushed him pretty hard.

billy rushed into the room, hearing the commotion. knowing that sometimes you guys would get into intense fights sometimes.

"whats going on?" he asked rushing into the closet from the other entrance.

"nothing." you said crossing your arms once more.