maybe won't you take it back || b.e. fanfic

chapter nineteen

billie's pov

fuck him. fuck everyone honestly. i cant fucking believe his ass. what the fuck is he doing here? my mind doesn't stop racing as i frantically pace around the entirety of the event, trying to find this mothafucker. and then i see him. and it fucking hurts.

"hey love-" que says as he smiles at me and opens his arms for a hug as i approach him.

"what the FUCK are you doing here?!" i scoff as i push his arms down, rejecting his hug.

"aye.. don't cause no scene." he says lowly in my ear which sends shivers down my spine.

"now answer my question. what the fuck see you doing here." i demand as i pull him outside of the building so people won't see us arguing.

"well supporting you, of course." he says it like i should know.

"oh right, of course. even though you couldn't 'support me' when i texted you and you ghosted me and left me when i needed you." i says as i stiffen up and my eyes start to water. even though i love ade so much, whenever i see his face i can't help but think about what we once were. i don't miss him, but it hurts to see him because i loved him so much. and he treated me like i was nothing.

"now look.. thats in the past." he says, slurring his words. of course his stupid ass is drunk.

"look brandon, i don't want you here. you get out now. find whoever you came here with, and get going." i say as i turn around and start to walk away.

"fucking asshole." i murmur under my breath.

"hm.. but i don't want to." he says as he grabs my wrist, a little too tightly.

"well i don't care what you want." i say coldly as i try to rip my hand out of his grasp but i just can't. i look down to see my skin surrounding where his hand is gripped on to is turning red and purple, bruising and loosing circulation.

"finneas!!" i call out in a desperate attempt for him to find me, but he's no where to be seen.

"yeah, i don't think so." que says as he puts his hand over my mouth. he then sneakily drags me into a nearby green room and closes the door behind him, locking it. fuck. i need to get out. he finally lets me go, but he leans up against the door so i have no where to go and i'm forced to sit in this fucking room with his bum ass self.

"what the fuck, que?! let me out." i snap as i push him, but i'm not nearly strong enough to move him.

"nah." he says as he snickers and i roll my eyes, starting to pace back and forth.

"a shot?" he offers as he pulls a bottle of fireball out of his backpack and two shot glasses as well.

"you know i don't drink. fuck off." i say as i shake my head.

"more for me then." he says as he smirks and takes a big swig from the bottle, then placing it on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"let me the fuck out, que." i demand once again. i see an opportunity to make him pissed off, so i take it. i knock the bottle onto the floor and it shatters, leaving alcohol soaked shards of glass sprinkled around the floor, and the disgusting smell of alcohol roam the room and burns my throat.

"fuck you, billie." he says as he comes closer to me, centimeters away from my face, and slaps me. hard. then he proceeds to push me, my body slamming into a wall and a picture that was once hanging on the wall now falls to the ground and shatters. he pushed me so hard that there's an indent in the wall. usually, i'm pretty strong, but fuck that hurt.

"your an asshole." i say as tears start down my cheek. i dart towards the door and fling the door open as i dodge his grimy hands that try to grab me once again, but he fails at doing so.

i sprint through the crowds as fast as i can, which is pretty fast considering how badly my fucking back hurts. as a million faces pass me at once, i look for a familiar face. any familiar face.. besides que. maybe mom.. dad.. finneas.. claudia.. my friends.. but hopefully ade. i need her right now more then ever.

my head darts around the room as i finally lay eyes on the sweet sight of my baby girl. i ran over to her faster than i've ever ran in my life and i quickly wrapped my arms around her and buried my head into her chest, sobbing, but hiding in her chest so no one would see how much of a pussy i'm being right now. even though i'm sure they'd understand, considering what i just went through.

"baby what happened to to your face?!" ade asks with an extremely worried tone as she rubs my back softly, but i just continue to cry and hug her tighter. she gently and slowly guides me into yet another green room and sits me down on the couch, closing the door so no one sees me like this.

"love are you okay? what happened?" she asked as she sat next to me and pulled me into a side hug.

"q-que.." i mutter out a sniffle.

"oh that fucking bitch. what the fuck is he doing here?! i'm going to go get security and personally beat his ass." she says sternly as she gets up and heads towards the door.

"wait-" i say in an attempt to stop her from making a bigger scene then what already happened, but before i could say another word i was cut off by the sound of the door slamming. goddamn, this is gonna be shit.

actually, yknow what? i'm not gonna let this ruin my day. the rest of tonight is gonna be filled with bliss and happiness and pride. i worked for this, and i'm not gonna let anyone ruin it. but, i do have about two hours before i have to give a whole big ass speech about the album and music and blah blah blah, so until them, imma take some ibuprofen and take a quick nap. hopefully ade will get this shit figured out and the excruciating back pain and thudding headache i have will be resolved as well.