I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twenty Six

"Billie?" Andrew shut the door behind himself.

His voice made her look over at him, her face contorted to a scared one, "What do you want?"

Though her previous dose had began wearing off, the drugs surely had began getting to her mentally.

The white walls of her room, the dead silence, the vegetative state - all of it was slowly driving her insane.

Her first few nights there she spent staring at the ceiling and crying, but soon that turned to her only staring and thinking about suicide.

"I came to talk with you," he stepped over to her bed and sat down at the chair next to it.

Slightly she sat up and gripped onto his arm before quietly speaking, "Andrew, you need to get me out of here."

Desperation was laced in the tone of her voice, but her eyes were serious.

"Please... they're drugging me. I can't do this anymore."

"Have you had any time to think? You do remember why you got put here in the first place, right?"

Out of nervousness, she bit her bottom and lip and shook her head, "Andrew, please get me out."

"Here's my proposal," he manspread his legs and rested his arms on them to lean closer to her. "You'll get out if you stay with me. Get the idea of a divorce out of your mind."

Billie's lips parted open in shock.

"Well then," Andrew shrugged, begging to get up. "Our conversation here is done."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," she didn't let go of his arm. "Don't leave me here."

"You heard me."

Her grip on his arm tightened even more when she got pulled up more from his movement, "No, no, no. Andrew, please. You have to help me."

"No, you have to help yourself."

The words quickly rolled off of her tongue, "I can't do this anymore. Please."

As he roughly got rid of her hold, he already had began going towards the door when Billie's sudden words made him stop in his tracks.

"I'm pregnant."

Slowly but surely he turned back to her. His eyes searched any signs of lies in her expression, "Did I hear that right?"

"Yeah," she repeatedly nodded her head. "The nurse told me."

"How far are you?"

"I don't know."

"Congratulations, you and Denzel have really outdone yourselves."

"If you leave me here," she quietly spoke whilst giving him a deadly flare. "Either they will kill the baby or I will kill the both of us. That's going to be on you."

"What the fuck are you saying right now? Are you fucking insane?" he raised his voice at her in frustration.

"That's my proposal. Do with it what you will."

The silence only aggravated her.

"What are you going to do? Make them strap me to the bed again?"

Andrew's brows screwed together, "What are you even talking about?"

"Have they been drugging you too?" she sarcastically smiled. "Because you better stop giving me that bullshit."

"I haven't made anyone strap you to the bed," his eyes narrowed across her face.