PROMISCUOUS BOY

Chapter 15: Your full story

*TW: discusses being r@ped, and abused*

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When you finally arrived home, you spent an hour crying into your pillow. You sobbed until you felt completely drained.

After a session of crying, you opened up your laptop to see Bill had rang you twice on Skype. You sighed, you had no energy to deal with him right now but proceeded to call him back anyway.

He answered, his camera open and you saw him sitting in his room. His laptop set on his desk and he sat in his spinning chair with his knee up.

"Hii" he smiled.

"Hii Bill, how are you?"

"I'm doing well actually. How are you?"

You sighed, "I'm okay." you said.

"You sound very tired."

"Yeah, I've had a pretty long day." you frowned.

"I get it."

You thought for a moment. You impulsively made the decision to spill everything to Bill that happened today. To you and Fiona's lunch, to your panic attack.

By the end, his mouth was wide open, his eyebrows raised. "Oh y/n..." he said, covering his mouth. "Yeah. That's my day."

"I'm so sorry love"

"It is what it is." you simply stated.

"I don't know what to say to make you feel better but I feel for you. Fuck the media honestly."

"I agree. The media is such a cunt."

Bill nodded. "If you need anything at all, let me know."

"Do you think I should explain this to Tom?"

Bill went silent for a moment, thinking, "To be honest with you, no. He'd make the situation worse by yelling at Katrina and going off online at the media, leading to more drama and people will genuinely believe you guys are together, which I'm guessing you don't want to happen. So no, maybe don't tell him." he explained.

You nodded. "It's just gonna be hard to see him and having rumours constantly trailing behind, really horrible and false ones too."

"I know love, but what can we do. I'll always support you though." Bill smiled into the camera, and you smiled back. His smile was so pure and reassuring. "And tell him to be careful with what he says in interviews about us too." you told him, he nodded. "Of course."

Speak of the devil, Tom appeared behind Bill, far away in the background. He waved at the camera, with a big smile on his face, like a little kid waving down the ice cream truck. You giggled, waving back at him. Your smiled dropped and your heart sank when you remembered what Katrina said. Bill spun around in his chair to see what you were waving at.

"Y/NNN!" Tom yelled, running up to the camera. "How are you beautiful?" he excitedly asked, chewing his gum, his signature cheeky smile on his face. You simply put a thumbs up, forcing a smile. He put a thumbs up as well. "Okay get outta here now, loverboy." Bill laughed, pushing him away. Tom continuously waved at you for a good minute, refusing to leave. "I SAID GO!" they yelled back and forth at eachother in German, when Tom finally left.

Bill returned back to his seat. "Sorry y/n."

"It's fine." you said, your voice cracked. Every word you spoke to him, your heart ached and your stomach turned, with the feeling of your throat closing up when you tried to hold back tears.

"Please, don't feel so sad. It's not like you have to stop being his friend." Bill said, trying to make you feel better.

This made you reach your limit, your breaking point. You broke down into tears, you laid your head down and just sobbed.

"Bill, ever since fame, my life has gone to shit. I met a man who claimed he wouldn't love me unless I did things for him I didn't wanna do at all, and behind my back would cheat on me with different women. And even after I found out, I forgave him and he kept going on and on. I forgave him on and on, I don't even know why. I have constant rumours made up about me talking about how I'm apparently a promiscuous girl who gives it out to every man I see, when it's the opposite. I'm traumatised. I was treated terribly, I was cheated on. I was only fifteen. And now I push myself away from any man who tries to love me because I'm scared. I fear making the same mistakes again, I fear meeting someone like him again. People only know the cheating part of my story, but there's way more. It's much worse Bill. I'm just a girl who wants to be loved but refuses it at the same time because of fear... I finally meet a man I feel safe with, and the opportunity is ripped away from me. Why? Because of fucking fame. I've had cameras in my face since I was fifteen, everywhere I go. I just freshly turned eighteen, and the sexual rumours are already beginning to come in." you cried, dumping all of this information onto him.

You wanted to keep venting, but he seemed quiet. You whimpered, "I fucking hate Javi, and I hate being famous."

Bill went quiet, you looked up at your screen with teary eyes. "Y/n, I..."

He nearly seemed as upset as you, and you immediately felt guilty for suddenly dropping this all onto him. "I didn't know any of this." he said, his voice trembled.

"If I could hug you right now I would. If I could slap Javi right now I would."

You laughed through your tears, and wiped them away. "I'm sorry for just saying all of that, I needed to let it out really bad." you told him. "It's okay, I understand, I love you y/n."

"I love you, Bill."

"I'm so glad Tom beat his ass. But he deserves more."

"I know right?" you said, your eyes were swollen from crying but you were glad Bill was cheering you up.

"Y/n, seriously though, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Happens to the best of us."

Bill's face dropped, "you can't just keep saying that whenever something bad happens, idiot."

It felt good to finally tell someone your full story about Javi, no one knew, and you're glad that a good friend like Bill was the first.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: this chap was hard for me to write ngl... idk if ill change it or not because idk how i feeel ab it lmao its quite dark and serious, lmk. hope u enjoyed, and i'm sorry for the angst.