Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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Dahlia's POV
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Yucky.

I felt disgusting after having to touch Kai again, but it had to be done. I said I'd get my revenge and that's what the fuck I'm gonna do. I'm tired of people thinking that they can just mess with me and I won't do anything about it. I'm tired of being looked at as if I'm some weak little girl who can't protect herself or stick up for herself. I need to toughen up, I need to learn how to actually handle shit instead of just ignoring it and hoping it'll go away, that's what Billie said, and thats what I'm doing...Billie.

I haven't seen her in a while and I wonder where she is. I hadn't thought of her while I was with Kai. I hadn't thought of how she'd react to this while I was fucking her...Maybe she'll understand?

This was a spur of the moment type of thing. An idea I came up with while high, and yeah, I'm still fucking high but now I'm thinking a little more clearly and it's clear to me that Billie probably won't be happy with this. But I do think she'll understand. I had to do something to get back at Kai, and this was what I chose to do. She needs to understand what it feels like to be a miserable little ball of anxiety all the time. She needs to feel what I felt when she posted that picture of me and told everyone about what had happened to me.

"Kai?" I mumbled as I finally finished putting my dress back on. It took ages because there's a whole fucking lot going on with it. "Yeah?" She sighed, a large smile on her face as she watched me. She was still lying down, clearly sleepy after what we'd done. I finished with my dress and walked to her side of the bed, squatting down so I could be closer to her face. I smiled at her and stroked her hair, moving it away from her forehead.

"I want you to know that I lied to you." I whispered, my smile growing as hers shrunk. "Hmm?" She hummed. "I lied to you. I don't fucking like you. I never have and I never will. What we had was purely physical and if we're being honest? It wasn't that great. It wasn't good. It was trash compared to what me and Billie have. Me and Billie? When we have sex she makes me cum until I can't move, or breathe, or think. She makes me feel so fucking good, Kai, it's incredible. You? Yikes..." I sighed and shook my head at her. "You're just not that good. Maybe when Jaylen wakes up and the swelling on her face goes down you can practice with her?"

"Wha—How could you say that?" Kai whispered, tears filling her eyes. "What do you fucking mean you lied? Why would you fuck me and then say that? Why would you—"

"So I could get this, silly!" I smiled as I pulled out my phone and opened the video I'd taken of us. I'm not gonna lie, it isn't the best quality, but you can still clearly make out her face and you can damn for sure hear her screaming my name and telling me she fucking loves me. "I think we'll be even when I post this. Don't you?"

"Don't you fucking dare, Dahlia." She spat, standing up quickly. "I said I was sorry—"

"Sorry isn't good enough. You put me through hell!"

"You don't understand! If you post that they're gonna know I'm still—they're gonna send me away, I can't—"

"You should've thought of that before you fucked with me." I growled. She looked at me in disbelief as I stormed out of the room, phone in hand and a determined look on my face.

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Billie's POV
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I frantically ran all over the place looking for Dahlia. I haven't seen her in like two hours now, except for in the video of her beating the shit out of some girl, which about ten people had shown me already. I don't know where she is, if she's still here, and I don't know if she's okay. The video showed her beating the hell out of the girl and seemingly not getting even a scratch in return, but that's not why I'm worried. The end of the video is what concerns me. Kai had dragged her off somewhere and I have no idea where.