i wish i never met you | b.e.

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lila's pov

they put me in a mental hospital.

i've been here for two weeks, i get out tomorrow.

i think they put me there because they saw me come from the bridge, and based off of my answers to their questions, they definitely knew something was messed up in my head.

so much has happened in the past three months, none of it would've happened if i just didn't fuck billie that night.

i have to go to a therapist daily here, so i start to walk to her room. i knock on the door lightly and see myself in the reflection of the window. my face that was once bruised and puffy is now just a bit purple-ish. there are still cuts up and down my arms and legs, and my face where cash hit me.

i see my therapist, drea, open the door.

"come on in!" she says.

i sit down on a couch and do my best to smile at her.

"last day! you excited?"

"um.. not really, i have nowhere to go.." i say, looking away.

"well, that leads into what i was gonna tell you," she breathes, "we found the girl that was with you that night when you almost, uh, jumped. billie correct?"

my heart skips at her name. i haven't heard her name in two weeks, and i didn't plan on saying her name for even longer.

"yeah.."

"we emailed her and she'd be willing to house you until you're back up on your feet!"

"oh, yay!" i say, acting fake excited. i honestly don't want to see her much. she saved my life, twice. i love her, but it's just so obvious that she doesn't love me back. i think i messed something up somewhere.

cash.

that's what. i knew that me not breaking up with cash hurt her, but i never connected the dots that it pushed her away.

"anything else you need to know?" drea asks.

"i'm good!"

"yay! we'll give you a bag and mrs. o'connell should be here same time tomorrow!"

i smile at her and walk out.

fuck.

she is going to hate me.

billie's pov

"fuck fuck fuck dean."

"you like that?"

"more, give me more-"

"fuck fuck! dean i'm gonna-"

i came on deans dick before he did. he pulls out and cums on my back.

he starts rubbing my titties and i laugh.

"when's the last time you've been fucked like that?" he asks.

lila

"jesse, but he was way worse." we giggle.

his phone rings and he answers it, and starts to look pissed off before he hangs up.

"babe, i'm so sorry but the department just called me into work. i wish i could give you aftercare im so sorry-"