*Billie's POV*
Hayden got married.
I'm crushed and it's not just my heart, it's my soul. It's like part of me died when I read that. I take a deep breath and let it out slow before I head downstairs, "Hey mom, I'm headed to my apartment but I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure sweetie, drive safe and let me know when you get home." my mom says pulling me into a hug.
"Will do." I lie, knowing I have no intentions of going home tonight.
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I wake up face down in the grass with some random lady nudging me with a broom. "Mija, I don't know you. But you need to get off my lawn." she says beating me with the broom at this point.
"Fucking hell lady! I'm getting of your pReCiOuS fucking lawn." I mock walking down the street. I feel in my pockets and take out my phone. It's dead, great...
How the hell did I end up on the far end of LA? I step in a puddle, and realize I don't have any shoes on. Where the fuck are my shoes? I let out a frustrated sigh. I should have just gone home last night...
I think I've been walking for an hour now and I'm maybe halfway home. A car pulls up, "Aye yo! You Billie?" a guy says.
I furrow my brow, "Yeah who the fuck's askin?"
"Uh me. Met you at the bar last night. Shit was wild bro, but forreal lemme get some of that." he says biting his lip. I roll my eyes and internally cringe.
"Fuck it, give me a ride home and you can do what you want to me." I say before lazily getting into his car.
A little while later I'm home, phone plugged up and my ass is bent over my bathroom sink, my hands clenching the sides for dear life. This dude is pulling the shit out of my hair as he rams himself inside of me. I don't know his name, and don't really care to. I just want to feel anything besides angry.
I hear the flood of notifications hit my phone. Luckily it's within arms reach. I pick it up and scroll through not giving a shit about the dude fucking me right now.
No.
No this can't be happening.
I reach behind me and push against him. "Stop."
"Come on baby, I'm so close." he grunts continuing to thrust into me, my hips in a death grip.
"I fucking said stop." I repeat myself pushing him harder. Except he doesn't, obviously not getting the clue that I'm no longer ok with this. Time to make a new plan.
I grab his hand and bring it up to my mouth and swirl my tongue over his fingers, sucking on them. He moans a little, but it's cut off when I bite the shit out of his fingers.
He retracts his hand and stumbles backward, "You fucking bitch, you bit me!" he shouts.
I grab him by the balls and he clams up, "Next time a girl says stop and you don't, I hope she fucking castrates you, you piece of shit. Get the fuck out of my house!"
I have never seen a man run so fast in my life. Boy byeeee.
I return my attention to my phone. There are so many tabloids... so many photos and videos... but one message sticks out the most.
Danny
-It is with great sorrow that I, and the other managers here at Interscope Records, regret to inform you that the contract between you and the label is being dissolved.-
-You're done kid... I had hoped you would have gotten your shit together Eilish. But last night, that was the last straw.-
I scroll through the tabloids that were sent to me.
Billie Eilish - From Top of the World to Rock Bottom.
Eilish Exposes All - see pics on pg 6
Billie Bites Back
Interscope Vandalized
Shit! What the hell did I do last night? I look through some of the pictures that were sent to me.
Drunk in a bar.
Smoking a blunt behind said bar.
Knocking shit off of shelves at the store.
I bought how many cans of spray paint?! Why that many?
And then I see why...
I'm the one that spray painted the shit out of the Interscope building.
Then the cops showed up.
Apparently I was bold last night, because when the cops showed up I flashed them and took off running.
Like, my titties are now all over the internet.
My career is gone and the whole world has seen my tits. I sink to the floor of my bathroom and break down. I had everything... the career, the money, the fame, the girl...
How do I come back from this?
Do I want to even come back from this?
I sigh and bury my head in my hands, tugging at the roots of my hair. Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don't make a sound. I continue to listen to the notifications roll in, but I don't bother checking any of them. They're all going to say the same thing.
What the fuck were you thinking?
Well that's the thing, I wasn't. I was drunk off my ass and not fully aware of my actions. Shit hits different when no ones telling you need to correct your actions.
I feel so fucking guilty.
a/n: yeeeeeet.
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