Ruthless ; B•E

Nine

"I'm staying the night." Billie cleared her throat as the girl walked into the living room.
"That's fine I guess." Aliza responded, her voice still sounding low and sad.
"Yup. Night. And hey, if you decide to wake up before me, I don't eat in the morning so don't waste your time." Billie kicked her feet up on the couch and exhaled loudly.
"Neither do I. But yeah. Night." Aliza walked away and found herself sitting in the kitchen, right by the bar where the tequila was kept.
She hesitated ever so slightly before reaching out and grabbing the slim bottle.
After a few moments of thinking she popped the top open and began drinking right out of it.
It burned her throat and made her chest hot... but she loved it.
Aliza had never drank before, so she was sure that little drink would bring her a buzz.
That was until she took another sip, and that one sip turned into six more.
And there she was. Drunk. Passed out on the kitchen floor with her own vomit covering her chest and the floor around her.
Billie jumped up and sprinted to the kitchen when she heard Aliza choking.
"What the actual fuck!?" She shouted while keeling down to move the young girl onto her side so she doesn't choke on her own vomit.
"Go away." Aliza's words slurred as she tried to sit up.
"Stay... before you get puke all over. Just stay put." Billie paced around, looking for something to clean up the puke with.
She ran to the laundry room and grabbed the towel she had used earlier for her shower and she came back and placed it on the ground.
And then she helped the brunette off of the ground and walked her to her room.
She set her on the floor next to the bathroom and began looking for clothes.
And then it was into the shower Aliza went.
At this point, she didn't know or even care if Billie saw her naked.
But Billie wasn't looking to get aroused while she was helping the girl clean herself up.
"Is the water too cold?" Billie asked while placing her hand under the tap.
"Yes.. what do you think I am? A toddler? I tried to drown myself in hot water once." Aliza found herself laughing at the statement she had just made but Billie wasn't laughing.
After Billie helped Aliza clean herself up she helped her get dressed.
   Right after she was dressed Billie laid her in bed and helped her sober up.
   It was notably hard to sober up a first time drinker, especially if they were extremely intoxicated just like Aliza was.
   Billie was afraid all the alcohol she had ingested would poison her.
  Finally after a few hours and a lot of water later Aliza sobered up.
    She really didn't want to talk at all.
Everyone Billie spoke she was blatantly ignored by the brunette.
   "Since you won't talk to me, I'll talk. I share my story and maybe you'll share your own." Billie started, staring at the ceiling as she laid next to the quiet girl.
   "When I was seven my dad murdered my mom, he shot her and made it look like suicide. And when I was thirteen he shot himself in the garden. And then when I was 14 I was in and out of different foster homes until my brother, Finneas was eighteen, and he took custody of me. When I turned 16 I ran an underground poker game which was extremely illegal and I spent a year in juvy, until Finneas got me out of trouble just like always. When I turned eighteen I became one of the most respected, wealthiest woman in New York. Everyone knew who I was. Even the elderly." Billie continued staring at the ceiling but Aliza rolled over on to her side and stared at Billie.
    Billie cleared her throat and continued talking.
"I grew up with your brothers which made them very highly respected. I even dated Elijah's best friend, until he killed himself. That's why your brothers don't really like me but I never stopped trying. Sure I almost killed them a few times, but I never went through with it because of you. I don't believe in love. I believe people say they love you to make you feel good, but I never felt such strong  feelings for someone to say that I loved them. I haven't told my brother I loved him in seven years."
   Billie's eyes welled up but she flicked the tears away before they hit her face.
   She cleared her throat and continued taking.
"When I came out as a lesbian I lost most of my respect from the city because every man wanted to marry the wealthiest, mafia leader in New York. And now I'm twenty-three. I have no idea what I'm doing in life, I'm just stuck, but I think I'll figure it out sooner or later."
Billie turned over and looked at Aliza who was still gazing at her.
"I wonder why my brothers never told me anything about you other than you're the most ruthless woman in the world." Aliza kindly spoke, her voice cracking.
"I might be ruthless, but. I care. I couldn't sleep the night you ran from me and slept in my bed. I stayed awake and thought about the ways I could change myself to not scare you off."
Wow. That. That really stuck Aliza in her heart.
Billie cares about her.
But she's scary.
She kills people.
She's so scary.
But Aliza was confused. Why was Billie sharing her life story?
What's so special about Aliza to know everything about Billie.
She soon got her answer though.
"Why are you sharing all of this with me?" Aliza propped her head up on her hand and looked at Billie who took a hesitant, deep breath.
"Because when I found you lying on the floor drunk, and I got you in the bath. I saw the scars Aliza. And when you told me you tried to drown yourself, I knew I had to tell you my story and hopefully it gave you a whole new perspective."
   Billie sharply inhaled and turned onto her side, peering into Aliza's chocolate brown eyes.
   "What do you want to do with your life?" Billie asked while tucking a strand of hair behind Aliza's ear.
   "I want to be the most respected street racer."
Aliza absolutely hoped Billie didn't laugh and crush her dreams like everyone else did.
   All because of Aliza's stupid dream, Alexander won't supply her with a car of her own.
   Foolish right.
"Alex won't let me get a car yet. He said racing will kill me. So I've been saving up for my dream car." She spoke while sitting up and reaching under her mattress.
  She pulled out four thick envelopes, likely filled with cash.
   "This is around twenty thousand. I've been saving since my parents died."
   Aliza was feeling so vulnerable, like not one of her secrets she hasn't told Billie yet.
   "I don't think your dream of racing is stupidly perchance. I think you just need a few years to build your perfect street car. What's your dream car?"
    "An all blacked out 93' Toyota Supra mk4 with an authentic 2jz gte motor... and twin turbo."
    Billie's jaw hung open with a slight smile tugging at her lips.
  "I thought you were gonna say a Lamborghini or some simple shit but you... you know exactly what you want and how you want it. I hope your dream does come true. That car sounds... sickly expensive."