My Strange Addiction /Billie Eilish & You

Chapter 7

A/n: Bitch my other book just hit 50k

Y/n's POV
I woke up from loud banging on my door. I ignored it and tried to doze back off into slumber. When the banging continued is when I finally got out of bed. I know my damn family hears the fucking banging on the door. They always wanna pretend they don't hear the shit and make me get it.

The banging got louder as I walked down the stairs. I rubbed the sleep out of my eye and opened the door. A body instantly collided into my arms, gripping me tight. I look down to see Bri loudly sobbing and nuzzled into my chest. I closed the door and led her to the couch.

"Bri what's wrong? Why are are you crying?", I asked confused.

"D-Danielle s-she's", she said in between sobs.

That's when I got concerned. Something must be terribly wrong if Bri is coming to my house at 3am crying about Danielle.

"What happened to Danielle", I asked concerned.

"She got ran over y/n. S-she's dead"

When those words came out of her mouth I broke down. I began to loudly sob and hold on to Bri for dear life. My friend is dead I couldn't fucking believe it. Who would be that fucking evil to run her over and just leave her there to die?

"T-this can't be h-happening to me. H-how'd you find out Bri", I asked in between sobs.

Flashback to 6 1/2 hours earlier

Bri's POV
I was currently making noodles when I get interrupted.

"Can you make me some", my younger sister asked.

"No you can make it yourself lazy ass"

"MOM BRI WON'T MAKE ME NOODLES", my sister yelled.

"I gotta get home I'll see you later bitch", Danielle said pulling me into a hug.

"Alright bye see you tomorrow", I said pulling away from the hug.

Danielle gave me a kiss on the cheek and left out the front door. I continued to make my noodles when I heard my mom yell at me from upstairs.

"BRI MAKE YOUR SISTER SOME NOODLES AND STOP BEING MEAN TO HER. TAKE OUT THE TRASH WHEN YOUR DONE"

I watched as my sister came back into the kitchen with a huge smirk on her face. This bitch was fucking old enough to make her own. She's acting like she's a fucking toddler.

I put the noodles in the bowl and set it on the table with force. I was so mad that I lost my appetite. Every single time I make food she always tells me to make her some. Everyone in this house is so fucking lazy. Those were supposed to be mine.

"Thanks for the noodles bitch", my sister said with a huge ass smirk on her face.

"I don't know why you're fucking smirking. This is the exact reason why you're adopted and mom didn't even tell you. She adopted you when you were a baby. Enjoy your noodles dipshit", I said grabbing the trash and walking out the kitchen.