"What are you still looking at, Max?" I couldn't help but snap at him. "Get out of here."
"You know she's not telling the truth. She offered to pay me to keep quiet. I needed the money; you know I'm broke." Max defended his actions.
"Maybe you wouldn't be broke if you didn't spend all your money on weed and got a job. Now, leave," I insisted, tired of him.
"Why are you always taking her side? We've known each other all our lives."
"She is my girlfriend, you idiot. Of course, I'm gonna take her side; I know her, she isn't lying. Now get the fuck out of here! Don't fucking call me, don't text me leave me alone for real. And if you ever only think about blackmailing her again, I'mma cut off your dick."
"Woah, calm the fuck down," he said, quickly grabbing his jacket from inside and left without saying anything else.
I lay in bed for the rest of the night, thinking about what happened. I was still stoned from smoking weed earlier, and once I started to come down, I realized the extent of how badly I messed up. I was so angry at myself and started having a slight panic attack. I just wanted Billie to be by my side right now. Fuck my life. I promised myself never to smoke again at that moment.
October 20th (3 days later):
-Lisa's pov-
I got up at 6:30 and did my usual morning stretches in the living room. I then made myself a coffee and showered.
When I checked my phone, Billie had posted selfies to her story.
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They were from her teenage years when she wasn't doing well. I could see in her eyes that she was depressed as fuck back then.
I couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to send me signals with them, but I wasn't sure. I stared at the pictures a little longer than I should have, directly into her eyes. Seeing her like that made me so sad I started tearing up a little.
I have been waiting to hear from Billie for the past few days. I tried calling her twice because I wanted to talk to her, but she didn't answer her phone. So I knew she was really upset with me.
I didn't want to spam her with messages because she was with her family now, and I just wanted to give her the space she needed. Still, I wanted to talk to her in person and apologize. I knew she was pissed, and I got super scared thinking about the possibility of losing her. I nearly had a panic attack over it again, but I managed to calm myself down.
I met my friend Anne at our usual café to distract myself. We usually come here once a week to catch up and enjoy some wine, but today, we settled for coffee since it was still relatively early in the day, and I didn't feel like drinking at all.
