𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 // 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

46 ⋆ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

DISCLAIMER: some words and references to rape, abuse, and gore. but this chapter also has very important info that goes along with the story, read at your own risk.

Billies POV

"billie"

my moms voice is soft as she holds my wild hair, and her hand slightly trembled.

"we have to get you washed up" she says, shaking her head. "your a mess..."

"no. mom.. i need to tell you now. i have to tell you now" i tell her, looking directly in her eyes with trembling in my voice.

i've been needing to get this out of me for the last three years.

three years

there's nothing more that i wanted to do than to just tell her.

"okay..." my mom says in a hesitant tone.

i walk my best over to the couch, my ankle hurting like a bitch and i tried to stay strong and not reach for it as i gathered words.

i hold my head down and take a deep breath.

my mom still shaken and worried.

"billie... who did this to you?"

i fondle with my hands for a moment and my chest sinks completely as i let out a big sigh and close my eyes, along with a tear running down my cheek slowly.

trying to find enough words to gather this much torment and degrading was one of the hardest things i've ever done.

i bite my lip

"billie" my mom calls when she realizes i'm blanking and i look up at her almost immediately. "what happened?"

she asks me again

"remember when.. me and brandon broke up?" i say quietly and my eyes peer up and my mom who was listening to me like it was her everything. "and i told you that we were staying on good terms?"

my mom nods a bit as she searches my empty but full of emotion eyes.

"yes, of course" she answers. i sniff.

"well... i lied" i say with a small shrug and i look down at my hands. "we're not. at all... on good terms."

"what does this mean?..." my mom asks as she raises her eyebrows in interest but also i'm frightened of what i might say next.

i sigh. not knowing at all how to confront this news to her.

it could crush her

forever

i could never live with myself if i did that to my mom. she means absolutely everything to me.

i was scared.

and since my words were starting to fail me... i decided to just show her instead.

i hesitate to reach for the bottom of my shirt, till i grab it and tug it over my head. taking it off and dropping it to the floor. exposing purple and blue-ish, along with red, deep bruises scattered across my chest and torso.

my mom immediately covers her mouth and she gasps deeply as she stares.

i then look down and reach for the zipper of my pants... i could tell and show my mom anything. she needed to know this.

i take my pants off and again, my legs were just as bruised as my top.

pain courses through my veins and i take in a deep breathe.