Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ {WARNING: This story contains foul language, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, molestation, and rape, and mentions of suicidal thoughts. There are trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters that mention these things!}

"Billie..." I trailed off as I saw her sitting on my chair once more, her lips dry and her hair in a tangled mess. Her cheeks were wet with tears as she sniffed, her hand coming up to her nose wiping off some snot. "They're going to kill me, Kennedy. They said so this morning" She said, through sobs and I felt my heart break. I walked up to her and she instantly gripped my waist crying into my white shirt. Her body vibrated as she cried loudly, the only sound in the dark room. I looked down at her brown hair, the dye completely out and some sponge laying here and there. I hesitated before carefully holding her head and lightly rubbing her cheek. Compassion wasn't my best trate but for Billie I'd try. "I don't wanna go, Kennedy. I-I don't wanna go" She repeatedly begged and I shook my head, a lone tear rolling down my cheek, "I'm sorry, Billie" 05/16/19