call out my name (billie eilish girl x girl)

sanctuary part one

inspo: sanctuary, joji

A/N: and so it begins ;)

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Fallen star, I'm your one call away

Billie's POV:

"Hannah's brainwashed by her, I just want her to be safe. She's dangerous, broke into my apartment and would've killed me if Hannah didn't stop her. She actually convinced Hannah somehow that they're soulmates, and took her away from me."

"Can you tell us again who you're referring to?"

"Billie Eilish... She's a psycho."

Justin pauses midway through, to cough over-dramatically, tilting his head to the side as he does to make his bruises appear more obvious to the cameras. He opens his mouth to go on but I can't watch anymore.

"Turn it off," I snap, met by a snicker from my manager. Hannah squeezes my hand tighter next to me, giving me the strength to get through this emergency meeting.

"You don't get to say shit right now. This wasn't the only interview that surfaced," he retaliates, hitting a button to play another video and I cringe and shrink down a little in my chair when I see who it is.

"We love Hannah so much, but she's obviously been corrupted by this Billie girl. Hannah ran away from home after going to a concert and when we finally got her home safely, Billie broke into our house and threatened us--"

Hannah's dad raises his palm up to the camera to show a scar from where I knifed him. Damnit.

"Then said she'd make sure much worse happened if we ever tried to take Hannah away from her again," Hannah's mom cuts in and I start shaking at the lies spewing from their lips.

"And why are you coming forward about this now? Why not when it first happened?" the interviewer interrupts, shoving the microphone a few inches closer to them. Her dad snatches it and grips it tightly, looking straight into the camera lens, with an expression dripping with fake concern. The corner of his mouth tilts up a little, like he knew I'd be watching this. Like he finally won.

"We were terrified. It makes sense though, giving an obviously troubled 17-year-old girl that much power and money. We just wished Hannah would come to her senses and come back h---"

"Shut it off!" Hannah screams next to me, pulling her hand out of mine to rake her fingers through her hair. When she pulls them back out little strands of hair fall down to the floor with her movements. My manager rolls his eyes and pauses it, pulling up a chair to sit across from us.

"So? Is this all true?" he asks in a deadpan voice, which pisses me off that he'd even believe them for a second.

"No--" I start to speak but Hannah's voice travels louder over the top of mine.

"Kind of."

I whip my head to face her and she shrinks away a little, staring at her hands linked together on the table instead of at me.

"What do you mean 'kind of'?" I spit out and she flinches a little, then starts to go further.

"I mean, the things they said did happen in a way, but obviously not like that," she clarifies, and I relax a little.

"Tell me everything, from the start. If we're gonna release a statement to get you out of this, we need to know it all," he shrugs off our comments and Hannah finds my hand again, nodding at me to talk first.

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Hannah's POV:

"Here's what we're gonna do," her manager finally speaks after five minutes of pacing around the room. I inhale deeply and rest my head on Billie's shoulder, who kisses my forehead and runs her finger along my wrist.