Chanel •Billie Eilish• (rewritten)

43- I Didn't Mean That

bil's pov:

"Don't play fucking dumb right now, why the fuck were you ignoring me?! I was worried about you I called you 56 FUCKING times. Hell, did you even check your fucking messages?!" I shout at her.

"Billie mom and dad are asleep, keep it down." Finneas scolds me.

I scoff walk to the backyard as she followed me.

"My phone was dead and I charged it on the way home, you can't be mad and lash at me without knowing what the fuck was going on!" She shouts back.

"I don't like having arguments, I'm not in the mood for this anyway." She says, this time calmly. "Hope you had fun with your boyfriend." I say, walking past her and going inside.

I go to my room and shut the door.

She follows me and closes the door behind her.

"Can you not?!" She says. "No, I can and I will." I argue back.

"You act like a child sometimes, I swear." She laughs, shaking her head.

"If you're tired of me, break up with me already."

"Say what now?" She raised her eyebrows. "You heard me right." I say.

"You should watch your fucking mouth." She took some clothes and her backpack.

She opened the door and stood there for a moment before looking back at me.

"Call me when you've matured. I need a break." She says, leaving my room and slamming the door shut behind her.

I flinched at the door slam and broke down in a short period of seconds after realizing what just happened.

"Wait, I didn't mean that."

But she was gone.

Too late, Billie.

Finneas rushed into my room and engulfed me in his arms.

"It's gonna be okay." He rocked us back and forth.

"I think I just got dumped." I cry into his chest. "Shh, she'll be back." He stroked my hair.

"She left?!" I sat up, shocked. "Yeah... I tried to stop her but she gave me that look and I got scared." He says, hugging me again. I sobbed even harder.

"Billie, go to sleep. She'll probably gonna be back tomorrow. It can't be that bad." He says. "Finneas, I just t-told her that she should b-break up with me. What do y-you mean she'll be b-back?!" I sob, pulling on my hair.

"I'll bring you water." He gets up from the bed, walking to the kitchen as I tried to control my breathing.

Chanel isn't yours anymore.
Good job, dumbass.

I suddenly couldn't breathe. I choked on my tears. I struggle to open my drawer and get the inhaler.

My legs started getting numb, so I stopped trying to get the inhaler and just kept hitting my head.