Hostage {Kidnapped by Billie Eilish} CONTINUATION

Sibling Anger 😡 (28)

Billie's POV

I kept peppering kisses all over Y/N's face while making her giggle until the bath was full. I turned the handles to turn it off. "I'll get in first, then you." I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the large bathtub. I laid down first, feeling the warm water heat my skin. Y/N laid down next, on top of me. I shifted, allowing her more room. She laid down between my legs, head near my breasts. I kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing. "I'm gonna  cut the TV on." She nodded. I turned on the TV hanging above the faucet, turning on KTLA news. I'm always kind of worried that a reporter is gonna say "The search goes on for Y/N  Y/L/N since her disappearance last year." But they never do.  Her name doesn't even come up when I google search it. I hope she had people who loved her before I took her. I know she was new to LA so maybe she didn't have any close friends or family around here, but it's still a bit sad. I looked at my beautiful Y/N and kissed her temple. She looked at the bathroom fireplace. "I wish we had a fireplace in our bedroom." She yawned. She's been saying that since she saw a master bedroom in a movie with a huge fireplace. Maybe we should get our own house.

"The number of missing people in LA has rose over the last year, especially common with single, female college students. I'm sitting here with criminologist Rob Gunesta, who's been investigating these recent disappearances in conjunction with UCLA, as five of their students have gone missing in the last two years." The reporter looks the clean cut man in an ill fitting suit next to her. "So Rob, what has been going on?" She asked. "The search is still on for five women who've gone missing from the Westwood chateau and the Atrium apartment buildings." Rob said. Y/N looked at the TV upon hearing the name of her apartment building. I didn't want to turn the TV off and make her think I was trying to hide her from the truth. "We've just gathered the information we needed to prosecute Anthony De La Cortez, the owner of both buildings. He's facing 50 years in prison, since as you well know, he is the one who released the women's addresses." I looked down at Y/N. She looked up at me and shrugged. "Absolutely heart-wrenching. If I'm correct, his ex wife is testifying at the trial next month?" She said looking at him.

Y/N had a look on her face that I recognize. The same look she had when I told her I killed people. The same look she gave me when I came back from Calabasas. Disapproval.

There's only one problem: I didn't do it. Well; I kidnapped her. We were behind everything that happened to her. Anthony gave us five apartment numbers, and we chose hers. But he told us she wouldn't be home. He told us none of them would be home. Now they're all missing? He must've wanted us to take one of them. I imagine those other women must've been- I don't know. When Finneas finds out he won't be happy. My phone starts ringing, as it sits on the side of the tub. I quickly grab it before it vibrates itself into the water. Finneas. He's the last person I wanna talk to right now. But- it could be important. I answer.

"Finneas, what do you want?"

"I'm sorry."

I hang up. I don't need to hear him right now. I toss my phone on the bathroom floor.

"Bils? Please don't be mad at Finneas. I don't want to break you guys apart. He's more important than protecting my feelings." Y/N says as she fiddles with a strand of my hair. "Mind your own business, Y/N. Worry about yourself." I say, feeling detached. Why does she seem so fixated on me and Finneas? She doesn't reply. The last thing she wants to do is protest anything I say. I love Finneas more than anything- well almost anything. But I'm allowed to be angry at him. I've always had to hide any animosity towards him and it feels good to just be able to be angry with him for awhile. Finneas is so complicated sometimes. I feel so bad because he's taken on so much in the past few years and he's still young.

"Billie?" I look down at Y/N. "You seem really withdrawn. I know you don't like when I pry but are you okay?" I nodded. I know she doesn't believe me but I don't feel like explaining my feelings to her- especially after the emotionally exhausting day she's had.