Your My Everything

4

*Billie's P.O.V*

Police-P
Me-M

P- "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency"

M- "please help me, my friend was just slapped by her dad and now her dad is banging on the bathroom door trying to get to me. PLEASE HELP!!" I said as tears were rolling down my cheeks

P- "calm down sweetie, can you give me the address please?" The lady asked

M- "yeah it's *insert address here* please hurry"

P- "okay just breath, I will send help immediately, What's your name sweetie?"

M- "It's Billie Joe Armstrong"

P- "Okay Billie, whatever you do, don't open that door"

M- "okay I won't"

I hung up, put my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. How could he do this to his own daughter. All of a sudden the banging on the door stopped and I heard Y/n screaming. I immediately jumped up and opened the bathroom door and ran to Y/n's room. Her dad was trying to take Y/n's pants off. Her shirt was already off. HE WAS TRYING TO FUCKING RAPE HER?!?!
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER" I screamed

*Y/N's P.O.V*

My dad was banging on the bathroom door because Billie was in there. I think Billie called the cops, I really fucking hope he did. All of a sudden dad stopped banging on the door and walked towards me. I screamed as he pulled my shirt off. He tried to pull my pants down but I tried my hardest to stop him. I stopped him for a few seconds but he was to strong. Billie came rushing out of the bathroom. He saw me and anger immediately filled his eyes. He screamed "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER" at my dad. That was not a good decision because my dad stopped trying to pull my pants down, got up and started slowly walking towards Billie. Thankfully before he could do anything to Billie, the police barged into my room and tackled my dad to the ground. "YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR ABUSE AND RAPE OF Y/N Y/L/N AND ATTEMPT ASSAULT OF BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG" the police yelled in my dads ear. Billie came up to me and hugged me. I cried into his chest as he rubbed my back lightly. He whispered sweet things into my ear to help calm me. And it was helping. A lot. Until the police started asking me questions.

"Can you tell us what he did to you and if he's done it in the past?" The police man asked me. I've never told Billie about my dad abusing and raping me. I guess he was going to find out tonight. I looked at Billie and said "yeah, he's been abusing me since I was in 3rd grade." I said as a tear ran down my cheek. Billie wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "He started to rape me in the 6th grade, he told me that if I ever told anyone he would do worse to me. So I just never told anyone." I said as I looked down at my feet, not having the courage to look up at the officer or at Billie. I felt weak. I could've told somebody and all of this would've been over quicker. I guess I was too much of a weakling to do anything. I finally looked up at Billie and he had tears in his eyes. I hated causing him pain and sadness. "Thank you for the information, I hope you feel better" the policeman said to me. After the officer left I immediately turned to Billie and hugged him tightly around the neck. He wrapped his arms protectively around my waist. I nuzzled my face into his neck as he whispered "shhh" into my ear quietly. "I just wanna lay down and sleep" I said through my sobbing. He just nodded and picked me up bridal style and put me on my bed gently. I lied down on the bed next to Billie with his chest against my back. He wrapped his arm protectively around my waist. We were so close that I could feel his heartbeat against my back. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

           *Billie's P.O.V*
How come y/n didn't tell me about her dad? I would've helped her get through it. I hate seeing her in pain. It devastates me to see her in pain. I was about to ask why she didn't tell me but I heard Y/n's soft snores, so I just decided that I'll have to ask another time.

       *The Next Morning*
            *Y/n's P.O.V*

I woke up smelling the sweet smell of pancakes, bacon and coffee. I remembered the events that occurred last night. I immediately started to freak out. My breathing quickened at the though of having to tell Billie everything that has happened to me. I cried quietly, but I accidentally let out a loud sob that Billie would definitely hear. He came into my room panicking as he saw me shaking and sobbing. He immediately went to my side, hugging me and whispered "breathe, shhh, just breath, follow my breaths". I tried my best to follow his breathing. I put my ear to his chest and listened to his heart beat, it was soothing to hear. I realized that I had focused so much on his heartbeat that I had started to breath normally now. Billie's chin was on top of my head, we were very close together. I looked up at him, but of course, he had to look down at me at the same exact time I looked up at him, and since we were so close together our lips smashed together. I widened my eyes, as did he. But soon, this 'accidental kiss' turned into a make out session. My heart started to race. I moved one of my hands into his hair and gripped his hair tightly in my hand and my other hand on the back of his neck. He moved his hands to my waist and pulled me closer to him, which I didn't think was possible because we were super close before. I moaned lightly into the kiss. I felt Billie smirk against my lips when he heard me moan. Billie started to kiss and suck down my neck. But before he could leave any hickeys, Brendon and Dallon came bursting through the room and screamed "I HEARD THE NEWS ARE YOU OKAY". They both frantically looked around the room until their eyes landed on Billie on top of me. I blushed bright red and looked at Brendon. I felt so bad for Brendon, I knew he had a crush on me and here I am kissing Billie. Meanwhile, Dallon was laughing his ass off in my doorway. I pushed Billie off of me and smacked Dallon on the back of his head and said "shut up". I turned to Brendon and said "can we talk?". I told Billie and Dallon to leave the room so me and Brendon could talk and as Billie left ten room, I saw him glare at Brendon.