nyla's pov 1 month later
I sighed as I put the last load of clothes into the washing machine. I took the clothes that were in the dryer and put them into the hamper so that I could fold them.
I brought the hamper into the house placing it in front of the couch as I sat down beginning to fold. I was alone here at my house which has began to feel foreign lately.
It's funny because before Billie came along I was always alone at my house. I enjoyed my alone time. Sometimes I'd have Lei come over but for the most part I was a homebody who liked to keep to myself. But then Billie came along and changed all of that.
Just within the span of a few weeks she made me hate any company that wasn't hers. But now that's all changed.
Billie hasn't really been around much. She doesn't really call or text as much as she used to, and whenever I finally do get to see her, she shows up at odd hours of the night smelling like weed and alcohol. What's weird about it all is that she never says anything about it.
If I ask her anything relating to where she's been or what she's been doing she'll brush me off, change the subject, or will just simply not say anything at all.
I never really press too hard about where she's been because she's clearly going through a rough time right now. Her brothers are still missing. Even though she doesn't tell me much she did tell me that she knows that her brothers are okay she just doesn't know where they are.
Her being away from her family is clearly taking a toll on her which is why I never try to press too hard to know her whereabouts whenever she shows up at my front door. I know she needs somebody right now.
That's also why I no longer get on her about her making me her girlfriend. It's clear that the last thing she needs is to be in a relationship right now.
As I'm folding the clothes I pick up a pair of Billie's boxers, neatly folding it and putting it in a pile of the rest of her washed a folded clothes, mentally making a note to put it in the drawer I have for all her clothes.
Sometimes I think if I'm too attached to Billie. I was a lot more secure with her when we were in the prime of our little situationship but now I'm just constantly filled with uncertainty. I miss the random texts and check ins, I miss the calls, I miss her constantly coming over, I miss her being open with me.
Even though we were never officially together she made it seem like we were and that she didn't want anyone else but me. Now, I'm not too sure.
I know Billie never made an "honest" living from the get up and was always involved in some shady shit, but she still made time for me. Which is why I can't help but wonder what she's doing. When she's not talking to me what is she doing all day?
All I know is that if there is another girl I'm done with her. I don't care if I have no right to get mad because she's technically not my girlfriend. We talked about us being with other people and both agreed that we would focus on each other and no one else. So she knows damn well how Id feel about her fucking and entertaining anyone else.
My phone begins to buzz allowing me to stop the wave of emotions Im feeling right now.
I looked down to see it was no other than Billie calling. I can't ignore that part of me that for excited since she rarely calls anymore
"Hello?"
"You home?"
"Yeah. You finna come over?"
