We woke up at 2:47 pm.
Well, my sleep schedule is fucked.
Oh well.
I stretched, and felt the warm
sun on my face. Navigating the room, I saw Dotty still fast asleep on the chair.
Everything was dusty, unclean or broken. The bed was quite comfortable with the fresh, stolen sheets and I didn't want to move.
My heart fluttered as I looked at Billie's sleeping expression. He looked so calm and peaceful, and my god was he cute.
I don't really understand what I am doing. The thought that he's a murderer keeps slipping into my mind. With how jumpy I am with trusted people just touching my arm or leg, I just flinch.
Seriously, I'll never be able to have an intimate moment.
But with a murderer?
I'm cuddling with Billie.
Bloody Billie.
The one who killed his fucking mom and like fourteen other people.
It was justified, plus with his mental state.. I'm not sure if I really blame him.
I don't know.
I pushed the thoughts out of my head and snuggled up against Billie.
Woo. Cuddlin' with a killer.
I thought about what we were supposed to do today.
We were going to go get his bleach and hair dye.. But,
I don't know if I have enough for it.
I mean, with the cat shampoo and kitty brushes and other shit I buy for dotty, how am I gonna afford hair dye?
Plus all of the stuff I bought for dotty.. I left it at Devin and Lacy's.
Well, rip 14$ cat shampoo I didn't even bring with me.
Fuck.
Okay. I'll think of something. Maybe I can get a job and we can dye his hair next week. Can I do that? Did Devin and Lacy file a missing person report?
Fuck me, I don't even know.
I ignored the troubles of today and felt Billie stir.
I closed my eyes to pretend like I was still sleeping and felt him pull me closer to him.
"I know you're awake." He spoke with a raspy, tired voice.
Jesus, that's kind of scary. How did he know I was awake? Does he have some sort of super power? Or really good senses?
He's a murderer. Must have some experience.
I poked him in the stomach earning a small noise from him.
"We should get ready, but I don't want to." He said.
"Me neither, Billie."
The light from the afternoon sun shined on my face, leaving a warm, soft feeling.
My lips tugged into a small grin.
Today is gonna be just fine.
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Riptide
Fanfiction"When you hurt people for so long, it becomes apart of you. It was the only way I could feel." •1994, Modern music & technology. • You could tell when the world was perfect. The time, the weather, the earth. Atleast, Roseabella could. She was a...
