call out my name (billie eilish girl x girl)

shine

A/N: sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger from the last chapter, except not really cause  i did it again

inspo: shine, years & years

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Can you show me how we can escape?

Billie's POV:

I bite my lip, outside the front door, about to knock, but I change my mind and open the door quietly. I try to contain my smile but I can't, tip-toeing up the stairs to the room. I pause at the top, seeing the door is half-way open, and burst through it to surprise her. My grin falters when I don't see Hannah like I expected I would. Trying to keep calm, I check all the other rooms...

but she's not there.

"Hannah?" I call out, met with silence. Worried, I run down the stairs, hoping she's just in the kitchen with her earbuds in. I convince myself that has to be where she is, I checked everywhere else. I run through the doorway and feel my breathing growing heavy when I step into another empty room. There has to be an explanation, she probably just... went out, or something.

I open the drawer I last left my phone in, panicking when I don't see it anywhere. I double-check it and all the other ones, but my anxiety only gets worse. Running back up the stairs, I look through the room to see what's missing.

The money. Her stuff. A pair of my shoes. Hannah.

I try to not come to the worst conclusions but that's what my brain always does. I sit on the edge of the bed and bury my head in my hands, remembering a nightmare I had a few days ago. I shook it off as nothing at the time, but I swear all my dreams come true sooner or later.

In it, Hannah ran off like we planned, but never reached out to me again. She broke off all contact with me, taking everything I gave including my trust. She never came back, and then I woke up, relieved that it was just a dream.

But what if it's not?

"She wouldn't do that," I whisper to myself, repeating it a few times, but I still don't 100% believe it. Trying to think of a better explanation, I think through all the things that could've happened. If she left, why wouldn't she call? She would've found my phone, and known I would come back for it eventually... and left me a note.

I jump out of the bed and look back to the obvious places for something, anything, a piece of paper with answers. Thirty minutes later, I've found nothing and have never felt more confused and lost. I don't know whether to wait here or go back.

I just don't know anything anymore. And the things I thought I knew, I'm not sure if I can still trust.

Hannah's POV:

~2 hours earlier~

The second my feet hit the ground, I don't look back, running to the treeline. My hand wraps around the trunk to stop myself as I circle to the back of it, leaning against it to catch my breath. A few seconds later, I peek around the edge and see the pair of cops still in their car, relieved they didn't see me. But now that I made it out of the house, I don't know where to run, or whether I should at all. I decide to give it time, and hopefully they'll leave.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and my shaky fingers go to dial Billie's number. We agreed to not call until she did first when she gets home, but the plan might not work anymore. I feel like we're back to square one, and any decision might fuck this up.

I breathe out through pursed lips and hit the green call button, tears running down my cheeks as I press the phone against my cheek.

"Pick up, god, please, pick up," I whisper, anxiety growing at each unanswered ring. Just as it's about to go to voicemail, she answers. Without thinking or waiting for as much as a 'hello,' I delve into the details, talking a million miles a minute.

"Billie, thank god. Fuck, dude, the cops are at the house, and I don't know what to fucking do, I'm hidden for now, but what if they find me? Do you think I should run for your car? B-bil, I'm so fucking scared," my voice cracking cuts me off and I gasp for air. The other end is dead silent, and I really need her to say something, just anything at all. I need her to tell me what I should do, I don't know if I can do this on my own.

"Billie?" I whisper, met with the three beeps signalling she ended the call.

"What the fuck!" I raise my voice, instantly covering my mouth with my hand. I shove my phone into my back pocket and decide to take another look at the house.

Two cops step out of the front door onto the porch, one of them with a smirk on his face. He signals for the others to come out of the car and I lean in to get a better look. He raises a phone and starts pointing back at the house, then all around the property.

Wait, that's...

"Oh, god," I murmur, recognizing Billie's phone in his hand. Damnit, she must have left it in the drawer, and when I called, they found it and picked up. I instantly whip my head around and squeeze my shoulders in tight so I can't be seen from where they are. I tug the roots of my hair and run my tongue over my bottom lip, trying to think.

If I wait, I'm only asking to be found. Making a decision, I pull the car keys out of the backpack and clutch them in my fist. I take another look and see that two of them went back into the house, probably to look for me. The other two split up in opposite directions, one coming towards me, and the other around the other side of the house.

I wait, and wait until finally the cop is only five feet away. My back's pressed tight against the tree and I hear him murmur into his radio that he's gonna check the woods. As he steps into the trees, I slowly slide around the tree, until he's deep enough in that I know it's time to run.

I feel nothing except adrenaline, can't think about anything but getting to the car, and I'm almost there. I hear the cop that went into the woods screaming behind me, but it's too late, I'm already running past the passenger side and to the driver's side. My hands fumble from nerves as I pull on the handle, cursing when it's locked. My fingers shake as I turn the key and fling open the door.

Just as I start to dive in and slam the door, I feel cold metal on the back of my neck, causing me to flinch and drop the keys to the ground.

"Hands behind your head."

Don't leave me behind. Can you see me? I'm shining...