do you really love me?

5: I need to leave.

The next few days I had spent with Billie, until I knew I had to go back home.

I texted my mum telling her I'm staying with a friend and she left me on read. Not surprising honestly.

it was now a Saturday morning. We and Billie were cuddled up on the couch. She'd been taking care of me lately and been making sure I'm eating. I told her sometimes it's hard for me to sleep, so she cuddled me. And ever since then I've been getting amazing sleeps.

I slowly tried to pull away from her grip which resulted in a
"Mhh stay" came out of her mouth.

Pretty cute if you ask me.

"Billie I need to go.." I said, strocking her hair out of her beautiful face.

"Why mama?" She spoke, her eyes still shut.

"I told my mum I'd be home today. I need to go back okay?"

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke up again.
"Okay"

Later

It's now 11am and billie is driving me home. I love her car to be honest.

Before we left I said my goodbyes to the family, and of course pepper.

we finally reached my house.
"Thanks for the past couple days Billie, they've meant a lot to me" I said with a sigh.

"They've meant a lot to me too belle, take care okay? You can always come back over, just text me and I'll be here"
Made my heart melt.

"I know bill, but I'll be okay, I'll call you if I need." I said then hugged her.

"Bye bill"

"Bye mamas"

I shook my head with a slight giggle then let go of the hug.

I stared at her beautiful face for a moment and then walked into my house.

My mum wasn't home just yet. So she's probably out getting drunk.

Billie's car sat outside of my house for around 5 minutes and then drove off.

I think she actually cared. Which was crazy. No one's ever cared about me except for my, sister..

later

It was now 5pm. And I heard the door fly open.

"YOU HOME YET SLUT?" She screamed.

She calls me a slut because,

Well I have a bad reputation, I rarely ever fucked guys but I'd give them blow jobs and stuff yk. But I got paid, so that's why I did it. I stopped when I come to America. I wanted to make my fresh start good.

I just stayed quite. I didn't want her to know I was home. From the sounds of it she was fucked. And I mean fucked. She had clearly dranken wayyy to much.

My door flung open, I flinched.

She began to laugh, creepy shit.

"Finally home from your girlfriends place huh?" She spoke.

"Shes not my girlfriend.." I mumbled in return.

"Speak the FUCK up"
There was no need to flinch, because she slapped me.

"I said she's not my girlfriend" I said more clearly this time.

To cut it short that argument ended with screaming, crying, blood, cuts and bruises.

I was sitting in my room, I was in too much pain. My mind running a million miles per hour.

get out of that house.
go to the bridge.
jump.
JUMP.
JUMP.