Accepted [Billie Eilish AU] [✅Completed]

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AG POV

"Will you shut up!?" I yell at Billie while I was sitting on the couch. She wouldn't stop crying. "I hate you!" She yells at me.

"You're gonna pay for that." I tell her and I hear her whimpers and cries.

Eventually, her cries settle down and I walk back into my bedroom to see Billie asleep as the cold air consumes the room.

I turn the AC off and I unlock the cuff off of her wrist and I pick her cold body up and press it on mine.

I grab my hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, I put the hoodie on her and I lay her down putting the sweatpants on her. I get one of her makeup wipes and I wipe off the mascara smudge on her face from crying.

I pick her up again holding her head and I walk out of the bedroom. I turn on my phone texting Brea and very soon, Billie stirs in my arms and she lifts her head and when she realizes she's in my arms, she starts to squirm.

"Let me go." She says as she struggled. "Calm down bebe." I told her and she shook her head. When I wouldn't let her go, she raised her hand and slapped the shit out of me.

Did that shit sting? Yes.

Did I let her go? Yes.

Was she going to pay? Hell fucking yes.

The look on Billie's face when she realized what she had done was priceless. "Go get me my charger." I say and she got up quickly and handed me my charger. "I'm sorry." She said.

"Kneel down." I told her and she shook her head knowing exactly what I had in mind.

"Billie, get down."

"No... I said I was sorry." Billie tried to defend herself. "I'm not going to tell you again." Billie knelt down in front of me and I took the wire and struck Billie in the face with it.

Billie held her face as she fell. I  struck again, this time on Billie's clothed body.

“I’m sorry!” Billie said while holding the side of her face. I dropped the charger and licked my lips as she stared at me. Her facial expression was hard to read, like she was asking so many questions, like ‘what happened to me?’ or ‘why I was acting like this’. 

“Do you want to go to the store, baby?” I asked her and she muttered “No thank you.”

“Are you sure, my love?” I ask her, stroking her cheek. She looks at me weirdly and says “I’m sure.”

“Well, too bad. You’re going.” I say grabbing her arm and lifting her up. She groans and tries to get out of my grip. “Listen up, I’m on a tight schedule, we’re going to whole foods and we’ll be out in 15 minutes, no longer.” I say and she nods. I let go of her and she makes a run for it. I hear my room get slammed and locked.

“Billie!” 

“I said I wasn’t going! I’m sticking to my word.” She said. I go to my room twisting the doorknob. “Open this damn door now!”

“No! I have fucking bruises all over my body because of you, you expect me to go outside like this?” She says. “Just cover it with makeup- open this fucking door.” I tell her. 

“It’s not about me covering it with makeup, it’s about you putting the marks there in the first place.” 

“I’m sorry.” I groan. “You fucking liar.” She says. 

“Okay, so you’re not going to call me a liar, I will tear this door down if you don’t open it.” I tell her. I don’t get a response, “Billie? Bil?” I twist the door knob and the door opens and I’m tackled. I fall to the ground with Billie on top of me. 

“Get. off of me.” I grunt. She slaps me again and I gasp in fucking shock. “Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it.” 

“What are you going to do?” Billie snaps.

***

"No…" Billie whined. We were at a lake and my grip on Billie didn’t loosen. I dragged her until we got to the front of the lake and she was practically screaming in fear.

It wasn’t like anyone could hear her. Believe it or not, the girl’s terrified of water. Lakes, beaches, pools and oceans alike. She hates them. 

She needs to learn her fucking lesson. “Get here.” I pull her forcefully and she says “I don’t want to go in, I’ll stop.” She says. 

“You will?” 

She said yes and I nodded before letting go of her and walking back to the car. She gets in after and I drive back home. On the ride home, Billie fell asleep, once we got to the house, I opened her door and picked her up and her head fell into my neck. I unlock the door to see Mom and I greet her. 

“She’s asleep?” Mom asks. “Yeah, long day.” I say casually. 

“She was supposed to help me bake today, poor baby’s tired.” Mom says and I nod. 

“Anna.” Mom said looking down. “What?” I asked. “Your hand is shaking.” She says. I’ve been trying to go a little easy on the pills, but instead I stopped taking them completely and now I’m getting weird side effects. 

“Really? Maybe Billie’s heavy.” I lie. “You and I both know Billie is nowhere near heavy, she’s 5’3 and close to 100 pounds. She’s not heavy.” Mom chuckles. “I’ll lay her down and I’ll be back.” 

I open my room door and I place Billie on the bed softly and I walk to my bathroom and a huge wave of dizziness hits me again and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Fuck that hurts.

I see the dope bottle in the cabinet just sitting there not having been touched in a few days.

All the dizzy spells, hand trembling all started when I stop taking them, so will they go away if I take them again?

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Well, let's find out. I grab the bottle opening it and taking two. I walk out of my bedroom and Mom says "Your coach was here today."

"What did he want now?" I ask. "He wanted to talk about you. He says you're not your usual you and I kind of agree with him."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask, offended.

"For one, you seem distant, you're agitated, coach says you're not focusing."

"Well maybe I can't focus because he has me o-" I cut myself shaking my head.

"Has you... what Anna?"

"Nothing. Nothing mama." I say. "Anna, you can't just be not focusing, you need to train."

"I know, just don't stress me out about it." I say and Mom's phone pings. "Can you see who it is? My hands are dirty." Mom says. I pick up the phone and I see

Coach McIntyre
Are you going to tell her about us?

"Mom." I say. "Yeah, baby?"

"What the fuck is McIntyre talking about?"

"Watch your mouth before I clean it with soap, and what are you talking about?"

"Are you going to tell her about us?" I repeat the message and Mom's eyes widen and what I was thinking was just confirmed.

"You're sleeping with him!?" I shout in disbelief.

How do you think AG learning this news is going to affect her drug abuse as of right now?