CLOUDY \\\ B.E. imagines

bully

a/n
since so many of y'all liked it on my new 'unedited' book, here's the final version!

part 2 soon?...maybe, we'll see.

-thestormycloud

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Fucking bitch.

Why me? Why does she decide to pick on ME of all people?

Attempting to wipe off the food from your shirt, you settle on the kitchen floor, throwing the rag in the sink and deciding to simply lift the dirty shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside to be left with just a bra on your top half.

Billie had ruined your day, yet again. She's bullied you for years, somehow being in each of your classes throughout elementary, and then having almost identical schedules during highschool.

Now that you're in your final year, you'd been looking forward to attending the seniors-only party at the house of a wealthy family who throws it annually on their behalf.

You just-so-happened to be in the middle of the dance floor when she decided to 'accidentally' slip and spill a huge plate of meatballs and cheese all over your shirt.

She's vegan! She doesn't even eat that shit!

You had no choice but to leave early, ditching the group you came with and walking the few blocks back to your house.

Sighing, you glance around the kitchen from where you sit and decide you'll use this free-time to be productive— afterall, it's only 6 P.M., so your parents won't be home from work for at least another two hours or so.

Broom in hand, you begin your chores, humming along to a random song as you gradually get more into it.

This is not how you saw your friday night going, but you're starting to feel okay with that.

You didn't really want to go to the party anyway— you're a senior so you felt as if you had to go.

Maybe Billie did you a favor.

A light knock on the front door shakes your train of thought, and goosebumps rise on your skin as you spot a figure standing at the doorway through the distorted glass of the small front-window.

You set the broom aside, tip-toeing to the front entrance, before peeking through the keyhole.

What the fuck?

You immediately swing the door open, your expression becoming one of anger as you come face to face with the person you were just thinking about.

Why is Billie Eilish at MY house?

"What are you doing here, Billie?"

She's shivering, random patches of dried blood covering her short figure, her face showing fear as she looks behind you.

"Um...no one's here but me...do you need something, or?..."

Her eyes meet yours again, and for some reason it sends shivers down your spine. She looks slightly dazed...

You shake off the thought quickly, or at least try to as you spot a bruise forming along her left eye.

Why should you care? She's given you countless bruises, she doesn't deserve your sympathy.

It's then that you notice the trail of crimson liquid going from her private area down to her left shoe, and it leaves you terrified, your now-wide eyes meeting her scared, glassy ones.

Has she been... assaulted?

You watch as she sways slightly, eyes beginning to flutter, before a lazy mumble comes from her chapped lips.

"...didn't know where else to go..."

And with that, she collapses straight into your arms.

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