Billie's heart is crushed when she finds out her best friend is dating the guy she's been in love with since the seventh grade. To get rid of those feelings, she sleeps with his best friend August Philips who's in fact her enemy. A guy who has alway...
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Unlocking the front door and stepping inside the house Billie sees Mindy rattling around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets.
"Hey." Mindy glances back over one shoulder, feeling sober. "How was the dance?"
Billie puts her phone face down on the island beside her pouch, sighing. "It was okay. Can we talk?"
"Sure," the tall thin petite woman wearing her boyfriend's black oversized t-shirt, grabs the jar of Nutella then puts it down on the counter.
The teen sits down on a stool, watching her alcoholic mother spread Nutella and chopped bananas on two pieces of bread that's on a plate. "It's petty late for a snack, don't you think?"
"I have the munchies." Mindy licks the Nutella off her fingers. "Would you like a snack?" She offers while chopping more bananas on a cutting board with a small knife.
"No, um I just have a question and then I'll be out of your hair." Billie says in a deadpanned tone.
Mindy grabs the plate and then sits at the island saying in a dry tone. "Okay. Ask away."
"Did he hit you again?" Distracted, Billie stares at her bruised left eye, already knowing the answer.
Mindy takes a big bite from the toast and chews, nodding. "We got into a fight. I had hit him first this time."
"You should call the police. Where is he?" Billie stands up off the stool but her mother pleads her to stay put.
"Billie, please calm down. It was just one punch. I had hit him first." Mindy stands up from the island, holding her pissed daughter by the shoulders.
"Doesn't matter. He shouldn't be putting his hands on you. Where is he? I'll give him a taste of his own fucking medicine!" Billie steps away from her mother's embrace to search for the asshole in the living room.
The mother sighs deeply, standing in the living room leaning against the doorway. "He's not here. He went for a drive to cool off."
Billie groans, combing a hand in her hair in frustration. "I can't believe you allowed this son of a bitch to do this to you, mom." She walks out the living room shaking her head pathetically, knowing that her mother would settle with anything just to have a man.
Back at the island, Billie hops back on the stool picking up her phone when it rings. August is calling but she declines the call.
"Was he intoxicated?" Billie asks, sternly. Usually when her mom fights with her boyfriend they're both are either intoxicated with alcohol or he's high from drugs.
"No, not this time." Mindy continues eating her food as her daughter stares at her. "We just got into a dumb argument, that's all."
Billie sighs deeply, pulling her dress down her thighs. "When this happens again, please call the police. I shouldn't have to tell an adult to do the right thing."
