my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED

|sixteen|

i don't know what to do. this turned into a situation that no one wants to be in.

how the fuck do i get out of it? 

i sat on his patio, smoking the cigarette he gave me, counting my seconds. 

"its been two minutes. lets go. now." he couldn't even look at me. not even when he grabbed me by the arm, and walked me inside. 

i looked directly at my feet as i was practically running to catch up to his speed. i wanted to say something.

but i couldn't get the words out.

we approached the large black door once again, and i felt my stomach drop. again.

Billie Joe shoved me against the wall as he stared deeply into my skull. 

"stay." he growled. 

"what are you now, a fucking dog?" i knew i shouldn't have said that. 

"y'know, that mouth is going to get you into a whole lot of trouble." i definitely knew i shouldn't have said that.

he reached into his pocket, and retrieved a keychain with at least 100 keys on it. 

"now, i'm going to unlock this door, and you're going back to bed. where you belong. like a good girl." 

are you fucking kidding me? what does he think i am? some kind of BDSM slut? 

i tried so hard to keep my smart mouth shut, and luckily, i succeeded. 

he opened the door, grabbed my arm, threw me on the bed, and handcuffed me in the same position as before.

"don't panic, Evelynn. i'm not going to hurt you. not too bad."

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I AM SO SORRY.  MY LAPTOP BROKE SO IM ON MY BOYFRIENDS COMPUTER AND IM VERY DISTRACTED AND I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK.

but honestly thank you guys so much for being patient with me, and for all of the positive feedback i've been receiving. yall are fucking sweethearts. 

also if yall would like my personal social media please ask me for it. 

or just message me. i would love to interact with yallllllll

okay bye