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Billie's POV
I'm a criminal, I'm aware of it but I can't control it.
I see some shit out of line, I snap.
Apparently I fuck shit up that's in my path.
I'm in a abandoned vehicle, parked just across the street in a parking lot vividly watching my girlfriend approach some small coffee shop with a few tables out front. I watch as she approach this guy pecking his lips and embracing him in a hug.
That..hurt
I watch as they sit, having a conversation with one another. It makes me furious to know that I've sent her letters while I was in prison but not only that but something tells me that she didn't read them. But what makes me even more angry is that she's out with a whole ass dude.
I reach over to the mini air conditioning I have in my car, turning it up. Distinctively keeping my eyes on the girl across the street who did me wrong.
I feel my nose begin to flare up, and a smirk begins to form on my face. I slowly lick my lips, putting my bottom lip underneath my teeth gliding my tongue on my bottom lip
I'm gone pay this bitch a visit
I break out of my trance sighing, rubbing my face with my hands, then I'll bring my hood up over my head tugging on the strings a lot. I'll turn my car off as I get more comfortable because something tells me that I'm gone be here for a bit
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I'm awaken not even 12 minutes later rubbing my eyes, bringing my focus back up to the women who did me wrong still seeing her mingling with some guy
"Fuck this shit" I mumbled to myself, shaking my head turning on the engine making sure no cars are coming and speeds off to "her" house.
On my way to her house, soft music is being played. Then suddenly all I can think about is her and what I'm going to do to her. She betrayed my trust, she needed dick so bad that she wouldn't have waited for me? She needed physical attention so much she had went out looking for it in my absence.
She knows I went to prison but doesn't know that I escaped, I wonder what will she think of my return. Will it frighten her? Maybe her stay? Or will she do something dumb to drive me over the edge.
"Fuck these thoughts, I have to do what I have to do" I says to myself mentally giving myself a reality check focusing on the road
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I get to her house in no time. I turn off the engine, taking off my seatbelt getting out the car. I put my hood down heading to the back of her house picking up a rock breaking the window on the door throwing the rock.
I lift my sleeve up to cover my hand reaching into to unlock the door pushing it open a bit pulling my hand out.
Smart huh? I never leave fingerprints;)
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Soon I hear the front door being opened and closed, heels clicking onto the wooden floor. I hear commotion coming from the kitchen, and a voicemail of a friend of hers mentioning how her date with some guy went horribly
I swiftly walk into the kitchen, hands in my pocket. "Honey I'm home" I said making her turn her head awfully quickly
I head to the fridge getting a bottle of water. "Billie" she says with her gaze still on me leaning against the kitchen counter
"Look I just wanna talk" I said closing the fridge opening the bottle taking a long savoring taste sighing
"You know I wanted to tell you that, after what happened that night I don't blame you for pulling away from me, point is I can't do nothing about that now" I continue as I walk over to the marbled counter putting down the water bottle now leaning on the counter with both hands looking down then at her
