delicate | b.e.

six.

BILLIE

I've officially been at Kingston's house for a week and I'm starting to lose my mind.

I can't take it anymore.

It's so boring here and obviously, I was kidnapped, so I'm terrified.

I know it's for my protection, but I still don't 100% trust Kingston.

I'm so nervous around her.

She's so intimidating and I don't ever get intimidated.

At least I didn't till I met her.

Now I am all the time.

I just wanna go home.

I hear footsteps come down the stairs of the basement and Kingston comes over to me with a black eye and dried blood on her face and grabs me by my neck. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean?" I ask nervously. "I got a call today about you." She replies. "I swear to god, if y-"

"I didn't do anything, I promise!" I assure her. "Then why did they call me?" She asks. "I got fucking beat up because they think I have you and I know I do, bu-"

"I didn't say anything! I don't even know who these people are!"

"They're the ones who want to kill you."

"They- they know you?" I ask. "Obviously." She says, pointing to her beat up face.

"I didn't say shit." I tell her. "How could I? I don't have access to anything, and my phone is back in my car!"

"You're not lying to me, correct?" She asks. "No, ma'am, I promise." I shake my head. "You should get some ice on that." I say quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"Um, I- I said you should get some ice on that.. your eye and stuff." I reply.

"Why do you even care?" Kingston rolls her eyes. "I'm just being nice." I sigh. "Don't be." She responds. "Why not?" I ask. "I don't deserve kindness, Billie. I'm not a good person." She tells me.

"Doesn't mean I don't have to be nice to you." I shrug. "Yeah, but you shouldn't." She sighs.

The room goes awkwardly silent and she sits down and crosses her arms.

"Are you hungry, darling?" She asks.

"Uh, no, one of your guys fed me." I tell her. "Without asking me? Did he touch you?" She asks ms, quickly sitting up in her seat. "If I hurt you, I swear to god, I'll k-"

"No, no, he just gave me some food." I shake my head quickly. "They're not supposed to touch you without my permission." Kingston says. "He just fed me."  I shrug.

She comes up to me and grabs my chin. "You say no next time, understood?"

"Why does it matter?" I furrow my eyebrows. "I was hungry, I would've taken food from anyone."

"I don't care, I don't want them touching you. You're mine and no one else's." She grumbles. "I'm the one who saved you."

"Number one, I am not yours. Number two, you didn't save me, you kidnapped me!" I tell her.

"Don't talk to me like that. Me kidnapping you saved your life. You'd be dead by now! That black van following you? That was them." She responds angrily. "They were out for you. If it wasn't for James and Owen, everyone would be at your goddamn funeral, crying like fucking babies!"

"Jesus, sorry." I mumble. "I saved you. What do you say?" She asks, cupping my face in her hand. "I don't know." I mutter. "Thank me. Thank me for saving you, darling." Kingston orders.

"T-thank you." I say quietly. "Louder." She says. "Thank you.. for saving me." I respond.

"Good girl."

She drives me insane and makes me so nervous. I'm quite literally shaking right now.

"I'm going upstairs now. I'll come get you for bed later." She tells me. "Okay." I sigh.

"Be good for me."

See? Intimidating.

"I... will." I respond.

She smirks before walking up the stairs and shutting the door behind her.

I full nervously and subconsciously cross my legs.

What the fuck is happening to me right now?

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I hear Kingston's footsteps come down the stairs and she comes over to me. "Time to sleep, let's go."

I stand up and she grabs my arm before taking me up the stairs, then up the second flight of stairs to the bedroom she's making me sleep in.

I'm grateful she's been letting me sleep in there though. I can only sit in that stupid basement so long.

We get up to the room and Kingston sits down on the bed with me. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" I ask. "I have a mission and I need to take you with me. But I need to know I can trust you to not say anything to anyone." She replies. "You can call your family again before we leave, but after that, not again till we get back."

"Can't your boys just watch me?" I question. "I don't trust them alone with you for a week." She rolls her eyes and chuckles. "A week? Where are we going?" I ask.

"You ever been to Mexico?"

a/n 💟

sorry this is super short 😭