Target Run {Billie Eilish}

Confessions

I love you- Billie Eilish

2:01 P.M.
[Los Angeles, California (What's new)]
[Krissy]

Hearing a knock on the door to my hospital room, I turn my head to the door in time to see it opening, revealing Billie and two people in cop uniforms with "LAPD" in big white letters on the back. Billie speaks up first.

"Krissy, the police are here." She says, letting the man and woman step in.

"Hi miss Evans, I'm Allie Whitman, and this is my partner, Paul Harvey." The woman with light skin and brown hair pulled into a bun states, pointing to the bald man with dark skin.

"Hi." I greet simply.

"Mind if we ask a few questions about this past week?" She aks as Billie slips through the door. I nod, feeling disappointed that she left.

"Do you know anything about your kidnappers?" Paul asks first.

"Umm, it was my ex girlfriend, Lola Ross, and some guy that I don't know." I respond. He nods.

"Do you think there were any other motives besides ransom money?" Allie asks.

"Ransom?" My eyes go wide. That's what that money was. But from who?

"Oh, you weren't aware?" She starts. The door opens and Billie is back with a bag of food, I'm assuming postmates brought it. "Ms. O'Connell paid a $30,000 ransom to free you." She states, gesturing to Billie.

"What the hell?" I ask Billie as she sets down the food. "You wasted that much money on me? That's so dumb!" I exclaim.

"Krissy, can we talk about this later? As in, when there aren't people around?" She asks, nodding to the cop. I sigh and nod.

"Anyways, did you find any other motives, Ms. Evans?" She asks again.

"Umm, no ma'am. She kept me until she told me to get dressed a week later. Then we got in a van and she let me out at a park." I explain.

"Now, when you say she told you to 'get dressed', does that imply they took off your clothes?" Paul asks and I nod. He looks at Allie and takes a deep breath before continuing. "Did they sexually or physically abuse you?"

I roll my eyes. "Obviously they physically abused me!" I snap, tired of this conversation. "They broke two of my ribs, punched, slapped, cut and scratched me until I was too weak to fight back!" A tear slips down my eye as Billie grabs my hand.

"I know this was a traumatic experience, but we need to get this straightened out. Just a few more questions and we'll be out of your hair." Allie confirms.

"Th-They didn't sexually abuse me, necessarily. They just took off my clothes to make me feel more vulnerable, I guess. Right before they let me go, though, the guy almost... umm... he tried to pull down my underwear." I explain. "But Lola stopped him because we had to leave." He nods as I finish.

"Now, we're going to send in an artist to draw the man." Allie states. She walks to the door, opening it and sticking her head out. "Drew, we need you to draw a suspect."

Seconds later, a man with long brown hair and glasses walks in with a sketch pad. He sits down in the chair next to me. "Krissy, this is Drew Manson. Just describe the man to him and he'll draw it, okay?" She asks and I nod. They leave the room so it's just Billie, Drew, and I.

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The door softly clicks closed and I immediately turn to Billie, who is already looking at me, ready to defend herself.

"$30,000?" I shout. "Really? I'm not even worth $1,000, much less 30! Why would you waste money on me like that?"

"You are not worth $1,000!" She screeches. "You're so much more than that! Hell, you're not even worth $30,000! You're fucking priceless! $30,000 is nothing compared to how much your life is worth to me and to so many people." She shouts.

"I don't understand what you see in me." I state

"I fucking love you Krissy!"

"What?" My eyes widen.

"I- I mean- I didn't mean- You don't have-" She rambles.

"Billie shut up!" I shout over her. She quiets down and I grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. "I love you too, Bils." I say, before connecting my lips with hers in a sweet, passionate kiss. It's not rough and hungry, like the last one. It's slow and lingering. I pull back, staring into her eyes. "So, uh." I start out awkwardly. "What does this make us?" I ask.

"Whatever you what it to be." She states, looking at me like a kid would look at candy.

"Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell, will you be my girlfriend?" I ask.

"Of course, baby." She says, pecking my lips. "You just had to use my full name, didn't you?" She laughs.