naomis pov
"okay, so, let me get this straight..billie, is in fucking jail for MURDERING two bitches and you want me to bail her out?" naomi looks at mila with a "i have no fucking money" glare
"listen naomi yes. your still in love with billie anyways so why the fuck would it matter! plus the bitches she murdered are the bitches YOU hate, what's the big deal."
i may not be the the best person either. however, bailing someone out for MURDER?! that's an all time fucking low..plus i'm also broke as fuck. fuck billie..it's not like mila and i weren't fucking on the low anyways.
"NAOMI! EARTH TO FUCKING NAOMI!!"
"what mila. you want me to call you daddy again? because shit..i'm down."
i winked at her, even though i know she could end me if she wanted to.
"naomi. shut the fuck up. we were drunk."
"so?? billie was high when she fucking beat idas ass and left her for dead."
"that has nothing to do with anything! fuck naomi. sometimes i really fucking wonder why i'm your friend. i want billie out because i think she's innocent, and i know you love her. i want to see my bestfriend get married, not have a fucking prison penpal. goodnight."
mila left after that, and i thought..and paced..and drank the hidden vodka under my bed. i just didn't understand, mila told me herself billie said she was going to kill ida. fuck i miss the way billie was so overprotective.
ever since her and i weren't talking i slept. i woke. i walked. then i repeated. it wasn't the same without her. fuck i missed the way she would come into my dorm to give me fresh breakfast and cuddle with me.
i haven't been eating as well..billie knew how insecure i always was..and she knew how unhealthy i was. if she was her she'd force me to eat, and when i cried she'd hold me. i miss her touch.
when we used to kiss, and it lead to something more, she'd touch me so lightly..teasing me in the best way sending tingles up my back and neck, then she'd do everything so slow, so careful..because she knew i liked it that way. i miss our sex.
fuck. i miss billie.
i ran out of my dorm, all the way to mila.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "MILA! MILA!"
the door opened and a fresh smell of skunk burnt my nose in the best way possible, i laughed as i knew she was high. then i soon stopped laughing after i realized we need to save billie.
i pushed mila out of the door way and slammed the door behind me.
"what the fuck do you want naomi."
"mila..i-i need billie."
i didn't realize at the time that, just admitting it, to another person, would break me. fuck. it felt so good to live without the person i swore i couldn't live without, but i have never lived since she had been gone, i had barely breathed.
"i know you do naomi, i know you do sugar."
mila and i fell asleep on her floor, i fell asleep with tears on my cheeks and memories of my love that would not stop flooding my mind.
billies pov
"alright crazy eyes, you next."
"billie you've been cheating this entire time stupid ass, i'm going to sleep."
my cell mate walked to her bed and soon fell sound asleep.
me, on the other hand, i crossed off another day in this hell hole. i missed naomi, i missed her hugs and her sweet lip gloss and her soft hair. i missed the way she got so excited when i got to her dorm or when i brought her flowers. fuck i'm in love with that girl.
i didn't murder them. i didn't. they're still alive. they have to be. i'm fucking innocent.
no funeral, no bodies, no graves, nothing.
their parents said i murdered them with no fucking proof, and then put me in this cell.
it doesn't add up, they have to be faking this. it doesn't make fucking sense. all i did was hurt them..really bad. i have to get to the bottom of this but i can't do it when i'm locked in a fucking JAIL CELL!
i punched the wall next to me, when my fist started bleeding all i did was stare at the blood. if naomi was here, she'd bandage me up, be my little darling nurse.
why would they fake their deaths, and have 50 cops and the K-9 unit searching for them. what the fuck is their motive. shit, they sound about as psycho as heidi..that's odd. i laughed in my head and decided to call it a night.
the sooner i fell asleep the faster i awoke, maybe to freedom.
the morning sun shined through the bars of my cell, the officers opened all the cells and as usual i met with some friends i met in this prison at the center table.
"heyyyy!! billie!! what's up!"
"ayeee! roomieee!!"
"youd finally awake you bum! come sit."
honestly, their voices made a lot of things better.
we liked to talk about our lives before this place. it made everything feel a lot more simple, and shorter.
"haha yeah. then, i told my parents i was gay! fuck they looked at me like i was a craz-"
"excuse me, fa****? what the fuck just came out of your mouth"
i looked up and saw one of the "prison bosses" staring at me. i had to think about what i had just said before realizing i just fucking shouted i was gay in a prison full of homophobic bitches.
soon, i found a fist in my face and a bloody lip, a broken nose, and bruises covering me. the guards didn't care, they let it happen.
i wanted out. so bad. i didn't do anything to anyone. i wanted naomi. i wanted mila. i wanted anything, anything but fucking this.
"BILLIE O'CONNEL! YOUR BAIL HAS BEEN PAID FOR!"
what. what! WHAT!?
i have never ran faster in my life, the bitches who beat my ass followed behind me with shanks, ready to fucking kill me before i left. i looked at the guard and he gestured to me to hurry the fuck up before i get killed.
as soon as he slammed that door, i felt okay again.
then i heard her voice.
