"𝑫𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅" she looks at Billie amused "𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏?"
Billie eilish x fem!oc
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2009, February 16th, 📍Maine Portland
Tw: abuse, mentions of drugs and eating disorder
Danahs Pov (7):
My mom and dad got out of prison on December 15th, I was so happy to see her again! She got in prison for drug possession? I think that's the word, for both my mom and my dad, they got the same sentence so they left the same day, I prefer my dad over my mom, my mom used to hit me all the time but my dad only did it when he's drunk.
My mom influenced my dad a lot apparently, or at least that's what my grandma told me.
She told me that my dad was a good person, brought flowers when he visited, would ask my grandma how she was and if she needed anything, "a good guy" In her book.
But my mom wasn't like that, she got pregnant with me when she was 26, my dad was 23.
Apparently my dad completely became worse when my mom dragged him into drugs and alcohol.
I wonder how my dad was before he met mommy.
Moving on I was at my moms house, I call her "layla" because she hates when I call her mom for some reason.
She always invites these creepy men over, and they'd smoke and do drugs infront of me. I thought they'd be sober by now but oh well.
I don't know why but I felt like none of them had a mind, like it was lost, and maybe could be found but chosen to be forgotten . Or maybe I'm dramatic
I look at my mom and her friends as I walk into the intoxicated environment, ugh I hated that one old man, my mom would let him hit me all they want.
But she'll get better...right? Yeah yeah. This is just a phase.
I walk quietly and quickly past them, making sure to not get any unwanted attention, I go to go to kitchen to get me something to eat but there's nothing.
I sigh knowing I gotta talk to my mom, I walk out of the kitchen hesitantly approaching my mom whose smile completely disappeared when she saw me "what do you want?" She asked
I look down at my hands "there's no food for me to eat mama-" my words get cut off by her slapping me as she grabs my hair and pulls me closer
"What did I say by calling me that?" I panic, starting to cry on my stinging cheek.
"I'm sorry mama- I mean Layla!" I say panicking as she grips my hair tighter and I groan at the pain
