Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

Dark CLEO'S POV

I woke up in darkness. My head hurt. I was groggy. I tried to remember what had happened but I couldn't. It hurt to think so I quickly gave up...let me try to assess the current situation. I tried to sit up, damn I was sore. I felt like I had been beat up.

I could barely see my hand in front of my face, but my hands weren't chained. Thank God, it could be worse. I moved my feet closer to me to  attempt to stand up, but I realized my feet were chained loosely, I had room to move but the shackles made a familiar noise. I couldn't move far.

Billie. My memories flooded in and I instantly felt scared. I had pissed Billie off....like really really pissed her off. All my memories played in my head like a movie....I can't believe I had Noah Cyrus interested in me, holy shit. I can't believe I was dumb enough to show my interest back....in front of Billie's demented self. To be fair...I didn't know Billie was there, but I should have known. Billie was fucking crazy.

I never knew exactly what she was diagnosed with. Maggie had only ever briefly touched on the subject, but I knew she didn't take her meds like she was supposed to and Maggie had her in treatment almost her whole life. Maggie wasn't at all surprised that Billie had taken me and basically held me against my will when she met me. I think she had done it to others too, the difference was she hadn't lost interest in me. She was obsessed with me.

I thought it would get better when we started a real life together because I was proving that I was with Billie because I wanted to...not because she was making me. I really did love her. I still really do love her. I don't know why. Maybe I'm desperate for affection or to be needed the way Billie needs me. Regardless, starting a life together did not help...It made her worse. Billie might fuck other girls but she was insanely possessive over me and my body...and my mind too. She regretted introducing me to the modeling world. She hated other people lusting over pictures of me in magazines or complimenting me in front of her, it made her teeth grit. I had seen it too many times. She wanted me hidden. And now...wherever the fuck I was...was definitely hidden.

I decided against my better judgement to yell out,

"Billie? Baby? It's dark in here. Please come here?"

She loved playing the hero with me. She loved it when I needed her, but only if she was ready because as you all should know by now...she could be cruel.

A far away door opened with a dim red light shining. Billie stood in the doorway, not approaching me yet.

"Billie? Billie! Please come here. Please? Baby I'm sorry..." I started.

She held her hand up for me to stop talking,

"You're only sorry because I have you chained in a dark room Cleo, don't give me that bullshit."

She was right. I stayed silent, waiting on her to continue. If she didn't come in here to free me then why did she come?

Billie slowly approached me. Her face looked twisted and I was scared. This was the side of Billie that I disliked. This side would hurt me.

I scooted further away, making my chains rattle.

"Where ya going princess? You scared?" Billie laughed at me as she continued to walk towards me. I had nowhere to go.

I gulped hard, "don't hurt me Bil...you said you wouldn't hurt me anymore."

"But now you hurt me C. Can't be having that either."

And everything went black again.