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-𝟐𝟏:𝟑𝟒𝐩𝐦- We soon landed back in Germany, the heavy rain lashing against the cab car, the bitter cold building up in the small space. Sophia sat opposite me, her head burrowed into Tom's chest. Now that we're back here it's finally settled in, like we've just returned back to reality. Freya should be here with us but she's not, neither is Beth. The murder is all over the news, mostly everyone knows by now. The main suspect is still Asher which is wrong, he'll get a life sentence for something he didn't do.
Bill let out a low groan, stretching his arms out before opening the car door, their house in front of us. I pushed up my lips, stepping out into the pouring rain, my shoes being flooded immediately. I quickly dragged my bags from the boot, the pavement scratching against the wheels as I followed behind bill. He unlocked the door with a light click, the dark hallway coming into view. I stumbled in, plopping down my suitcase near the door.
"Home Sweet Home" Gustav yawned, dragging his stuff upstairs.
"Come on" bill nudged, grabbing my suitcase.
I huffed lowly before following him, kicking my wet shoes off. The upstairs is pretty cramped, mostly boxes taking up space. I scanned bills dark room, his walls painted black, posters hung up. His closet and drawers were on the right, his bed on the left hand side, a small television on his wall. He unzipped his leather jacket, discarding it into the grey washing basket.
I turned my attention to my bag, rummaging around for a needed cigarette. I nudged past a half naked bill, resting my elbows onto the windowsill as I pushed the window open, a cold draft hitting my face.
"Tomorrow we'll go over to your old house and grab your things" bill hummed, kissing my cheek.
"I don't want to move in with you bill." I frowned, taking a drag from my cig.
"You don't have a choice" he scowled.
"Yes I do. You don't own me." I tutted, turning my gaze from him.
My head jerked back as he gripped a handful of my wet hair, twisting it around his fingers to get a better grip. He used his free hand to squish my face, his narrow eyes darting down at mine.
"If you leave it'll be Sophia next." He whispered.
I scrunched up my face, kicking my leg back harshly. He quickly let go of me, holding his sensitive spot as he groaned in pain. He looked up at me, his jaw clenched. Without thinking I spat in his face, my cigarette shaking in my fingers.
"Fuck you" I muttered.
He let out a low snicker before aggressively slapping me across the face, slamming me into the wall behind, suddenly snatching my cigarette. He held the burning tobacco to my arm, pushing it into my skin. I let out a low shriek, digging my nails into his shoulder, attempting to push him away.
"So are you going to listen to me?" He grinned, twisting the hot ash.
"no." I mumbled, my eyes glossy.
"Okay" he snickered, throwing out the dead cigarette.
"Sophia, come here" he yelled.
My eyes squinted shut, pushing my head against the hard wall, the sensation in my arm burning through my veins. I bit at my sore lips, my wet hair sticking to my neck.
"I will." I huffed, feeling defeated.
My eyes opened immediately when Sophia came in, bill grinning at me intensely. My lips curled down, covering my arm from Sophia.
"What?" She asked, her eyes blank.
"I was going to ask if you'd want to move in since y/n is" he smiled, a sigh of relief leaving my lips.
"yeah whatever" she shrugged.
He nodded, his dark eyes scanning over my defenceless body. Sophia shot a glance at me before leaving, her cherry perfume fading as she did. Bill plopped down on the edge of the bed, motioning for me to come over. I hesitated before doing so, his hand wrapping around my sore wrist. He placed his wet lips onto my deep burn, rubbing his thumb across the skin.
"Why do you make this so difficult?" He sighed, looking up at me softly.
My lips stayed sealed, just wanting to disappear from this world. His warm hands wrapped around my hips, pushing me onto his lap. My head fell onto his shoulder, giving up any hope I had ever dreamed of.
-𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟒𝐚𝐦- I jumped up from my light sleep, my heart racing, sweat dripping down my body. My fast breathing collided with my shakiness, Freya's dead body replaying in my mind. Bill shot a look at me from the window, a cigarette between his dry lips. I bunched up my face, running from out of the bedroom into the nearest bathroom.
I crashed onto the cold floor, hugging the toilet as all my sorrows fell out. The pain in my stomach worsened, as if my organs were being twisted, my pale face drowned with tears. I suddenly felt a pair of soft hands plant onto my shoulders, Sophia's hair whipping against my hunched back.
"We're going to be okay" she sighed, holding back my knotted hair.
"How do you know that?" I sobbed.
"I don't. I have hope though." She smiled, her eyes still torn.
"Hope? We have nothing" I snickered.
"We have our band." She insisted, tilting her head.
"There's two of us left" I cried.
"So what we just give up? Freya wouldn't have wanted that." She frowned, cupping my face.
"We've got each other, that's what matters" she added.
My eyes fell low as she wiped my mouth, flushing the toilet before helping me up. She stood in front of me, drying my tears with her t shirt. A smile appeared on my drained face, her hope seeping into my body. She planted a soft kiss on my forehead before leaving the bathroom, her hair swaying gently.
I took in a deep breath, knowing I can't just give up. I'll find a way to get us out of this..
