𝐌 𝐔 𝐓 𝐄 // 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

ᴏ ʙ s ᴇ s s ɪ ᴏ ɴ

recap from the last part...

billie's pov

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER! NOW!" i yell at him before throwing the cup of punch into his face.

he groans and as he stands up in knee him in the balls and push him into the crowd of people dancing.

once he was away and out of sight, i quickly sit beside mykayla consoling her.

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"oh my god, mykayla are you okay?" i asked her with care and concern laced in my voice.

she nods her head and tries to convince me but i just know that isn't true, please, she's literally crying, her hearts beating fast as hell in my hand.

She was broken now, shattered really, robbed early of the tape and glue necessary to put her soul back together. Her heart, poorly stapled shut, was beating hard with my hand on her chest, but without purpose, her skin stretched across her aching muscles like a worn canvas.

Her mind was like a lost man at sea, desperate and starving for some reason to live. Desperate for a memory, good, warm, welcoming, one she could smile to.

It was difficult to remember her smile, soft but contagious, it had stained her lips like blood, the same blood she could taste as she bit her tongue hard to keep from screaming.

relishing every moment she could slip her hands inside of her, eyes darting all across her face and body, hungry, desperate to fill her own desire that could only be done by trespassing and taking what wasn't hers, what can be only taken once, holding her back and holding her down from a life that from the outside looked at only as one in repair, not in destruction.

why... why didn't i just listen to her at her house ? listening to her could've just prevented all this stupid messed up shit that happened. my god, billie, you're so fucking dumb i hate you, you fucking hurt her, and all because of some stupid ass party.

fuck que, fuck trevor, i just wish they could choke on a goddamn dick and die.

why would they ever to this to such a fucking beautiful ass girl, she's so fragile yet tough. she's went through so much, so fucking much, and yet they did this to her.

looking at her state made me want to cry, but i couldn't, not right now because she needs me.

her shoulders shook and the tears streamed down her red cheeks, "after the storm, the sunshine returns, crying is the same my love, let it out, let it all out..." my voice shakily comforts her while i rubbed her back, "it's gonna be alright."

i hug her and squeeze her as tightly, but not so much that it'll suffocate her, poor girl went through so much she doesn't need me to strangle her to death right now.

i felt her tears staining my suit while she cried all over my body. but i didn't really mind, i liked my shirt soggy.
(points if you know the song reference 😫👊)

after awhile of quiet sobs, the silence was getting the best of me so i just asked her a question to break the ice a little.

"do you maybe wanna... go to the dance floor? to get rid of the situation from just now?" i asked her while scratching the back of my neck.