𝐌 𝐔 𝐓 𝐄 // 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

ᴠ ᴜ ʟ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʙ ʟ ᴇ

a/n hey guys so i finally released a chapter,
it's kinda shitty ngl
it's not the best i could've done considering my state rn but it gets a pass

I rang the bell and the shrill sound of it rang in my ears.

No answer.

I rang it once again before knocking on the door.

"hey? anyone home?" i asked loudly.

suddenly, the clicking sound of heels hitting against the floor was heard.

"God... who could be here at this time..." a voice spoke behind the walls i heard the sound of jingling keys before the turning of the lock.

Suddenly the door opened and I saw a middle aged woman, she had a face mask on along with a robe tied around her body.

the face mask's package was in her hand and i read it "snail face mask" what the fuck-

"Who is this and what are you doing here." She asked, obviously wanting to get back to her spa treatment or sum shit.

"I... I'm Billie and I'm here to see Mykayla?" I said trying to sound confident but it came out sounding more of like a question.

"Why do you have flowers?" She asked suspiciously "Especially Orchids..."

"oh- um... i- just- um.... i'm here to give these flowers to her from some boy who likes her. in our school."  i quickly made up a lie hoping she would believe it.

especially the boy part, Mykayla had told me multiple times about her step mom being homophobic.

"oh come on in mykayla's room is upstairs to the right." she said in a way that made it obvious that she was bored.

i nodded before taking off my shoes and heading into the house.

the house was much bigger than expected. mykayla always told me about her house but never wanted me to come.

i looked towards mykayla's step mother to ask her where the stairs were to realise she was already gone. god, is this how they treat their guests? i pity them.

i walked around the huge living room in hopes of finding the stairs.

there was literally a huge ass chandelier on the fucking ceiling. i looked outside one of the living room window to see they had a garage with lambos and helicopters and more shit.

huh.

so they RICH rich.

after walking around the huge living room and admiring pieces of it, i finally found a flight of stairs.

god, were all rich people like this or did they have to be extra as fuck.

the long flight of stairs were literally spiraled and made of glass and the barricades at the sides of it were marble with real gold pearls embroidered on top. there were also some weird ass symbols at the side of the stairs.

i slowly and carefully put one foot on top of the glass stair, not trusting it entirely to put my body weight on it. it looked as if it would break any second.

after i slowly lifted my body up with one foot, i squeezed my eyes shut and slowly opened them realizing the stairs didnt break.

i walked up the stairs slowly, carefully placing each step up.

when i got up, it probably took me minutes as it was long.

i took in a deep breath to get some air into my system.