~billie's p.o.v~
the next few days of school are hell. i don't speak to y/n. i don't even come close to her. how can i? i just hope she hasn't told anyone what happened. i can't face the straekervitches again. i'm only just starting to recover from last time...
~your p.o.v~
i walk into school on monday with extreme caution. my eyes darting around, checking for people staring.
word is vastly spreading about what happened between billie and i. not the water part, but the fight. i guess someone saw us go into the bathroom. ever since, i've been super on edge.
i just hope word doesn't get to billie.
i head into registration where jackson is already waiting. "omg y/n i need to speak to you" he says running up to me.
what now?
"what is it? i ask.
"you know how when your dad left you decided you wanted no contact." i nod.
"but you gave him my number incase there was an emergency?" he says slowly.
shit.
"yeah..." i say, urging him to continue. what can this be about? surely no emergency is big enough for him to actually contact me after 2 years? it must be pretty serious.
"well, he wants to meet up with you; he seemed... desperate." jackson says in a low voice.
i feel my stomach sink to the floor as i take in the information.
my dad isn't a good person.
he spent the majority of my childhood in prison and when he got out he was never there for me or my mum. he spent every day in the pub and i barely ever saw him.
to be honest i was extremely relieved when my mum finally built up the courage to kick him out. we quickly changed our surname and removed all people and things associated with him from our lives.
i always found it weird that he never told me what his job was. he was always away for "business" but he never explained why. there used to be rumours that he illegally hunts animals but i never believed that, i always thought he was some kind of drug trafficker, but i guess i'll never find out.
"show me the message," i say bluntly, my voice and face hold no expression.
my eyes don't meet his as jackson brings up the messages and hands over his phone, a concerned expression masks his usually full, excitable face.
i take the phone and read the message
Mr. Straekervitch
3:42am
Hello Jackson. I was wondering
if you could pass a message on
to y/n for me? I need to talk to
her about something. I know she probably won't want to ever see
me again after all I've put her and
her mother through but I really
need to speak to her. It's really important so please make sure
she at least gets the message. The
rest is up to her I suppose. My
current address is 64 Ringo Street.
Thanks, Chris.
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a/n
who in the HELLLLLLLLLLLLLL put the muffins in the freezer?
this chapter is short as fuck but i'm gonna actually get things moving now i promise
-thea 𑁍
