locked up | billie eilish

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*self harm*

"billie?" i peek around the corner.

"hm?" i hear her mumble.

"what the FUCK??" i yelled.

billies pov

"everyone get out!" i hear the police shout. 

"shit" andrew whispered.

what the fuck am i doing?

what's going on?

i woke up and andrew is over me, i have nothing on.

"what the fuck?" i mumbled.

"shut the fuck up" he put his hand over my mouth.

when did i pass out?

i put my hands up to push him off me but he collected both my wrists in his hands and pinned them down.

"it's okay, stay there" he whispered.

he put a rag over my face and i was out.

blake's pov

i saw andrew on top of billie, billies limp body under him.

too many emotions hit me all at once.

"billie eilish pirate barid oconnell" i said sternly.

she didn't do anything.

"oh shit, blake. my bad man" he said.

"what the fuck is your problem?" i yelled.

third person pov:

blake grabbed andrew and held her glock up under his throat.

"that's my fucking girl" blake whispered 

blake wrapped her leg behind andrews, making him collapse to the ground and blake got right over him.

chris walked in and covered billies body without looking and grabed her wrist and checked for pulse. 

there was one, he counted her beats as he looked at his watch.

billies heart beat was a little slow, nothing to be too worried about.

"get off me, please" billie whimpered as she was coming to.

"it's okay kid, it's just me. chris" chris clarified.

"i didn't want it" billie said. "i dontknow what happened, all i know is i didn't want it" she whispered.

"come on shorty" chris said, picking up billie and the blanket to keep her covered.

"please don't hurt me" she sobbed, putting her head on his shoulder.

"i'm not, i've got you"

chris took billie into the kitchen and got her some water.

"drink that whole thing" chris reminded.

"i'm sorry" billie sobbed.

back upstairs blake was screaming in andrews face.

"i'm sorry i won't do it again" andrew began crying.