locked up | billie eilish

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*time skip - a couple weeks*

TW///SVICIDE

blake's pov:

i've been contemplating suicide for the past few days. i can't keep happy, but i have everything i ever wanted. i feel guilty for feeling sad all the time, selfish even.

"hi handsome" billie whispered and kissed my cheek"

"hi baby, how's the music making going?" i question.

"it's kinda hard to do by myself but i think i'll get a hang of it" she whispered and kissed down my neck.

"babyyy" i groaned.

"we haven't fucked in weeks blake..." she whispered.

that's all she wants. sex.

i closed my eyes and bit my tongue to prevent a argument then gave into her.

"i love you blake lynn" she whispered in my ear while sitting on my lap.

after a while of kissing i finally got hard and she was quick to pull my cock out and slowly put it inside her and slid down.

i just wanna go cut.

"fuck blake, i love you

no she doesn't.

she's just off another perc.

"shit" i whispered and forced myself to cum inside her.

i pulled down on her shoulders to keep my load inside her.

"let go baby" she whispered.

3rd person pov:

blake looked up into the small girls eyes and stared for a second. she saw no hope.

the tall girl grabed billie that was on her dick and holds her, taking them both upstairs into their room.

blake threw billie on the bed before getting on top of her and pounding her cock into the small girl beneath her.

"oh my god blake, right there" the girl whimpers.

after a few more thrusts they both came to each other.

blake put a pillow under billies ass to keep the cum inside her.

"stay like this." she whispered before kissing billie's head.

"okay baby" billie smiled.

blake's pov:

i kissed billie forehead and walked down stairs... into the garage... to my safe.

i opened it and grabbed my pistol.

and a full mag.

should i really do this right now?

"yes" my mom walked up behind me. placing a hand on my back. "do it. you deserve it. you ruined my life. you're the reason i killed myself."

i looked at her and rubbed my eyes...

she disappeared, the feeling of her hand on my back disappeared.

i shoved the gun into my waist band and grabbed my keys.

as i was about to walk out of the house i paused and looked at the keys in my hand.

it's fine, i just hope this time it actually gets her pregnant...

it'll be okay. the world will be better off....

i drove up to the spot where me and billie always watch the sunsets together...

my therapist made me promise before I end it all, that her phone would be the one I choose to call, crying asking "is it really worth it?"

"if she doesn't answer i'm gonna do it." i whisper.

i dialed her number.

tears run down my face.

*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

"your call has been forwarded to a automatic voice messaging system..."

"fuck" i yell. throwing the phone across my car after hanging up.

i grab the gun out of my pants and the magazine.

i load the clip.

press the cold metal against my head...

"shit" i whispered.

i grabbed paper out of my glove box and scribble a note to billie.

"okay" i exhale.

i opened my mouth and put the metal in my mouth.

"it's gonna be better without you" i repeat over and over in my head.

"fuck" i mumble pulling the trigger.