away; b.e.[rewritting]

Chapter 46

"Alright, here are the keys," I hand the woman behind the desk the key to the Lambo.

"Ok if you can just sign here, here, and here," she smiled, pointing to the areas I had to put my signature. I sign the paper.

"Ok thank you. You can go now. Have a good day."

I gave her a little wave. I turn around and walk out of the building. As soon as I step out, I see an angry looking Billie.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" I ask as I walk up to her.

"She was flirting with you," she said lowly.

"Bil, she's like 40," I chuckle. She gives me a stern look. "Alright look, you see this ring on my finger? I promised to forever be faithful to you and to our relationship. You're the one I want, always," I kiss her. She calms down.

"Now lets go by my house," I say.

~

"Hey what are we doing for New Years? It's in 6 days," I ask as I unlock the front door.

"There's this party that Dani is having. You wanna go?"

"I mean I'm down but I kinda wanted to stay here and spend time with the Bakers," I shrug and walk through the door. Billie follows and closes the door, locking it.

"I understand that," she says as we walk toward the kitchen. I slow down as I hear voices.

"She's our daughter Billy. We want to see her," a familiar female voice says.

"I can't do that Mrs. Stone, she's not home," Mr. Baker says.

"Well where is she?"

"She went to go return a car she rented with her girlfriend," Mr. Baker responds.

I walk faster and Billie tries to grip onto my arm. She fails.

"And I'm back now," I say, seeing Jackson, Amaya, and of course Julian sitting at the island. Billy and Laura standing on the other side of the island.

"Emilie, please hear them out. I know what I did to you in the past if horrible and unforgiving, but please give them a chance," Julian pleads.

I look over to Amaya and see her leg jumping up and down.

"You have 2 minutes," I sigh.

"Mija we are sorry," Amaya says.

"You know spanish?" Billie asks as she walks up behind me.

"I was born in Puerto Rico and grew up there, it'd be a bit sad if I didn't," Amaya says with attitude laced in her voice.

"Watch it," I say through gritted teeth.

"I am your mother. You do not speak to me that way," Amaya becomes defensive.

"bueno, entonces comienza a actuar como uno," I spit back. (translation: well then start acting like one).

"You know spanish?" Jackson questions.

"Yeah and many other languages. Except you would know that if you actually cared about me and if you were there while I learned the language," I say.

⚠️tw: homophobic slurs⚠️

"haz las maletas, vienes con nosotros," Amaya says. (translation: pack your bags, you're coming with us).

"no no soy," I respond. (translation: no i'm not).

"si mierda eres," Amaya presses. (translation: yes the fuck you are).