"Stuck." (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader)

My choice isn't your say.

"E-Excuse me..? What did you say?" I said, staring in disbelief of what I heard. I needed to make sure I heard him correctly. "The patient's name is Billie Eilish. She's a celebrity." He said, writing something on his clipboard. I looked over at my mom, who could see my pleading eyes. "Can you step out for a moment? I need to have a talk with my daughter." My mom said, almost sounding annoyed. The doctor nodded and walked out. "Don't even think about going through that transplant. You aren't doing it." My mom said. "But mom I love her, I'm the only match she's had!" I said, a bit too loud. "I don't care! You're not going through that transplant and that's that!" My mom yelled. "It's my kidney I can do what I want with it!" I argued back. "Listen. I gave birth to you. You're listening to me or I'm getting your father involved. Understand?" She said sternly. She knew how much she meant to me by now. Why would she do this? "Listen, dear, I love you. And I don't want to take a chance for someone you haven't even met!" She shouted. She grabbed my arm, despite my protests and slung open the door. She took the papers from the doctor she needed and drug me to the car. I screamed at her the entire way to the car and home. I only stopped when we got home, which I then stormed off to my room and slammed the door and locked it. I could hear my dad yell at me, but I didn't listen. I didn't open the door when he knocked on it harshly. He threatened to knock it down, and he would have, had it not been that we couldn't afford to fix it. I stayed, hiding in the far end of my bed closest to the wall and stayed there. I hugged my bedding and anything I found comfortable. I fell asleep like that.

When I woke up, I woke up to my mom softly knocking on my door. "Sweetie? Sweetie it's mom." She said, trying to keep her voice quiet and sweet. "I want to talk about what happened yesterday." She said. I stayed silent. I waited for her to say more in my half awakened state. "Sweetie, I'm sorry I yelled at you. But for your own good you can't do that transplant." She said. I stopped listening. I stayed in my room all day. Reading, searching for the hospitals phone number, and drawing. I didn't text anyone though I got some texts. I didn't eat anything. I just waited until everyone was asleep at night to go and steal a bunch of foods that I could store to keep in my room. I took some drinks and an cooler pouch as well. I then took all of it to my room along with some things I had left around the house. I used the bathroom. I didn't bother flushing, as disgusting as that is, I didn't want to wake anyone up. No, I couldn't afford to wake anyone up. If I did they'd catch me before I made it to my room and locked it in time. I crept to my room and locked the door with my new found horde of food and reclaimed items.
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It's been a about two days. I started to text Brian.
[Starting Chat Logs]

Me: Hey, sorry for the inactivity. I've been caught up in some family stuff. You know how it goes.

Brian: it's fine. Just thought I should check on you, ya know after you went to get your stuff done and your idols situation.

Me: thanks.

Brian: You're welcome. What were the results btw?

Me: i came out clean. I don't have anything wrong with me that they could find. :D

Brian: Good, bet you were happy about that huh?

Me: yeah I was.

Brian: hey you wanna go to the park again sometime? I'll treat you to Taco Bell rwr

Me: hell yeah. When you wanna go? OwO

Brian: maybe tomorrow? I'll pick you up. ^^

Me: okay, I'll meet you at the end of the driveway. Or better yet at the church across the road. They don't have service tomorrow.

Brian: why not go to your house? *^*

Me: I'm not telling my parents uwu

Brian: Ah so I'm legitimately kidnapping you but with permission?

Me: yes. QwQ

Brian: cool

Me: see you then, I'm off to read 💕

Brian: okay, sinner. See you tomorrow.

[Ending Chat Logs]

I stayed up a fair bit browsing stan pages and reading stories. I decided I'll get Brian to help me find the phone number tomorrow when we are eating Taco Bell. That's why I didn't tell him when we were texting. I figured it was better to tell him myself then let a machine do it for me. I fell asleep in an uncomfortable position. Goodbye, neck.

In the morning I opened my window and climbed out decked out in something that is not noticeable. It hid my beanie in my shirt by the on-site pockets and started to walk down the driveway. I had noticed Brian's car already there followed by a sudden vibration in my pocket. "(YNH)? What are you doing outside? Come back in sweetie I want to talk to you." I heard my mom call from the garden. I ran. I ran as fast as I could with my long legs. Trying not to trip on the gravel and washed out driveway we had been meaning to fix but never got around to it. My mom got angry and yelled more before starting to chase me down. I ran faster, and even faster than that when my dad joined her. I tripped, hurting my already hurt kneecap but I got up and ignored the throbbing pain in my knee. I ran and finally hit the road with my parents close behind. I paused to turn around and face them as they slowed down almost to a halt. "A CHANCE IS BETTER THAN HAVING A DEAD DAUGHTER FULL CUTS!" I shouted, before running the rest of the distance to Brian's car and flinging open the car door. He didn't say anything. He just drove off. Taking me away to a place where I didn't have to worry about them yelling at me. He drove with one hand and used the other to slowly rub my back as I cried into one of his many jackets. I really looked forward to that Taco Bell now.