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A/N: Yo, I was gonna wait til tomorrow to update but I just couldn't! Excited for you guys to read everything that's about to unfold. Thanks for reading my Q&A if you did! Long chapter ahead.

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Billie's POV

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"Rise and fucking shine, sleeping beauty." I pushed the couch Kai was sleeping on with all my force and chuckled to myself as she flew off of it and onto the floor.

"What the fuck?!"

"We have a lot of work to do today," I told her quickly. "Why the fuck are you still down there? Get the fuck up."

She let out a small sigh and then lifted herself up, staring blankly at me as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes.

"We have a lot to figure out. For instance, where the fuck you're gonna go. My parents will be gone after today until late February, but after that, they're gonna be back and I don't think they're gonna want one of my friends living in the house with me. It's bad enough they've gotta deal with me."

"Mhm."

"You didn't have to agree." I snapped.

She simply shrugged and sat back down on the couch.

"So, this was my plan, right? Tell your uncle about all the shit I know about your criminal ass family, scare his ass into not telling anyone a damn thing about what happened to Valerie, that way we could take her home and wouldn't have to worry about hiding her body or some shit. Then I told the police every detail I could about everything illegal they've done, gave all the evidence I could, and got them arrested. So now, they're all behind fucking bars, hopefully even Valerie, and they've got too much shit to deal with to be worried about Dahlia. Even if Valerie tells the cops what happened with Dahlia, I doubt they'd look into it, you know, since she's clearly a fucking maniac and they might just assume your uncle beat her up again and she's trying to cover it up." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah."

"I guess I didn't really think about you in the whole grand scheme of things. I mean, four of your family members are in jail right now, so..."

"I don't have anywhere to go." She mumbled.

"You don't have any other family? No grandparents, no other uncles and aunts—"

"My granddad is around here, but I won't live with him."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you don't have a choice." I chuckled.

"I'm not going to live with him, Billie. He's just like my uncle. I'd rather live on the streets." She mumbled. "You dragged me into this mess, you need to get me out."

I wanted to punch her in her mouth again, but she's completely right. I knew I could protect her from her uncle if he tried to hurt her again, but I didn't know whether or not I could protect her from...homelessness. I don't know what I expected to happen when all was said and done with this, but this wasn't it.

I really wasn't thinking at all, to be honest. I wasn't thinking about how this would all turn out for Kai. The one and only person I was thinking about was Dahlia. I did what I needed to to keep her out of trouble. I didn't care about anything else.

Kai should be thanking me, though. Her entire family is filled with pieces of shit and I just got four of them put behind bars which means I just got four of them out of her hair.

"Look, I don't know what we're gonna do, but this will all be fine. I'll figure something out for you. Trust me. If we can't find somewhere for you to stay in time, I'll just...buy you a hotel room until we figure something else out."

"Great." She grumbled.

"What about Jaylen? Would she let you stay with her for a while?"

"We broke up not long after the cabin trip."

"Why?" I tilted my head.

"Well, you kept threatening to beat my ass for the things she said and did so I figured it'd be safer for me to just stop fucking with her." She spat bitterly.

I sighed and sat down next to her, leaning back on the couch. "She was a piece of shit anyway. You'll get over it."

"Why the fuck do you hate me so much? I mean, I get that what I did to Dahlia was horrible, and I still feel bad about it, but even she's moved on! Why are you hellbent on making my life miserable?!"

I stared up at her as she sprung up from the couch and stood in front of me, her hand on her hip as she waited for an answer.

"I've only met one other person in my life who was willing to stoop so low just to hurt somebody," I told her. "And she did this too. She did something terrible and then apologized for it and then expected me to just move the fuck on. She went on all these rants about how she'd changed, how what she did was a mistake, how guilty she felt about the way she acted in the past...And then she did the same shit, except it was even worse than before. Then she apologized, I forgave, rinse and repeat. I'm not having that shit again. I don't trust you, bitch." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not her."

"Get dressed. You're helping me clean the house after you do." I spat before getting up and leaving the basement. I really, really need to find someplace for her to go.

***

After introducing her properly to my parents—And updating Finneas on the actual situation when they left—we cleaned up a little before I showered and got dressed and then we hopped in my Jeep and started to drive to her house.

There's no way in hell she's wearing any of my shit, so she needs her clothes.

The drive was relatively short and silent and when we got to the dump that is her house, we both got out and made our way inside.

I followed her up to her room and leaned against the door with my arms crossed as she silently began to pack some clothes.

She jumped as a tree branch knocked into her window and I rolled my eyes as she let out a shaky breath.

"Calm down, punk ass, nobody's gonna hurt you while I'm around...Except maybe me." I reminded her. She didn't reply, just kept shoving clothes into her bag.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket after feeling it vibrate and smiled once I saw it was a text from Dahlia.

Doe eyes:

Hey baby, how are you today?

I texted her back quickly, a large grin on my face as I did. I'd just seen her yesterday, but it feels like it's been forever.

Damn, I really love her.

We texted for a while and she asked if she could come over in a few hours to work on our project. I eagerly agreed before putting my phone away.

After a few more minutes, Kai was done packing her stuff so we headed out again.

"Dahlia is coming over today," I told her once we were back in the Jeep. "So, you can't come out of the basement while she's here."

"Okay." She shrugged.

It was silent once again until we pulled into my driveway. I got out and opened the front door while she struggled to carry her bags in. I made sure my parents weren't around as I led her to the basement once again.

"I guess we should get you some food before Dahlia gets here?" I raised my brows. She nodded silently before following me to the kitchen.

"Thanks for this, Billie." She mumbled. I didn't say anything and after a while, she kept talking. "Why'd my uncle look scared when you told him 'Patrick' said hi? Is Patrick your dad?"

"Yeah."

"How do they know each other?"

I rolled my eyes as I put a large pile of fruit on her plate and then shoved it into her hands. "Eat. If you starve to death I'll get grounded or something."

I walked past her and into the living room, where Finneas was laying on the couch. His face lit up when he saw me and he quickly sat up. "Billie, do you wanna play—"

"Not even a little bit!" I shook my head quickly. He rolled his eyes and flipped me off before lying down again. "We haven't played air hockey in ages." He grumbled.

"I know, it's been great. I don't know why you like to play it so much. You always lose."

"I do not always lose! I only lose when you cheat."

"I do not cheat!" I plopped down right on top of his legs and he groaned as he tried to move them, but I wouldn't budge.

"What about you? Do you wanna play?" He looked toward Kai who'd taken a seat in the chair across from us. Her face lit up and she nodded quickly. "I love air hockey!"

"You can't play air hockey." I shook my head quickly. "Dahlia might wonder where Fin is when she comes over and if I tell her he's playing air hockey she might ask who with. Then what am I supposed to say?"

"That I'm playing with my friends?" He raised a brow.

"She wouldn't believe that."

"Why not?"

"She's known you for a few months now. She has to know by now that you don't have any friends."

"Haha, you're so hilarious. I have friends." He rolled his eyes.

"Well, this is news to me!" I widened my eyes. "Tell me, other than Claudia and all my friends, whom are your associates?"

"Mind your business." He mumbled. "Kai, after you finish eating we can play. The table is in the basement anyway. You might as well try to have some sort of fun while Billie's making you hide out in there."

I flipped him off and got up, heading to my room. "Fine, then neither of you are allowed up here until after Dahlia leaves. She'll probably be here in like thirty minutes, so...shoo."

***

"Why the hell would we get married in Florida? Do you want alligators to attack the people we invite to our ceremony?" I shook my head and quickly scratched 'Florida' off the list. I stared at the piece of paper in front of me for a few more moments before scoffing. "Texas? Seriously?"

"Texas is fun."

"Texas is racist."

"Okay, but—Okay so, like, the state kinda sucks but it kinda doesn't? I mean, Beyonce comes from Texas. Doesn't that mean something?" Dahlia tilted her head at me and I shook my head again before crossing that name off the list too.

"Unless Beyonce herself is gonna be there, performing at our wedding, Texas is out...Do you want a live band to perform at our wedding?"

"Billie, we can't worry about music until we figure out what the budget should be."

"Okay, so what's the budget?"

"We can't figure out what the budget should be until we figure out where to have the wedding." She sighed.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because...Because if we had the wedding in fucking Idaho I think a fifteen hundred dollar budget would be good enough for that shit, but if we wanted to have it in New York or something we'd need tons of money. It just depends on where we have it."

"I guess, but the venue is gonna cost money too. It's part of the budget, so shouldn't we know the budget before we pick? What if we can't afford the venue we want?" I sent her a pointed look.

She stared at me blankly for a few moments before looking down at the list and tapping her pen on a name. "England. I love England."

"You didn't seem to like the idea of traveling for the wedding when I suggested we have it in Paris." I reminded her.

"Well, since you don't plan on inviting anyone but, like, three and a half people, I thought 'why the hell not'?" She grumbled sarcastically. I raised my brows.

"Is that a problem? Do you want a big wedding?"

"I mean...I understand why you don't, but yeah, I do. I've always wanted a big wedding."

"Why would you want that? I mean, it just adds to all the nerves. I'd rather say my vows in front of just a few people rather than doing it in front of hundreds. That shit is really personal. I wouldn't wanna say all that sappy shit in front of a bunch of people. Besides, big weddings cost a shit ton."

"All weddings cost a shit ton."

"Not really. I mean, you could probably throw a decent wedding for just a couple thousand dollars." I shrugged. Her mouth flew open as she furrowed her brows.

"Is that—That's not...No!" She shook her head as she climbed off the bed. "The goal isn't to throw a decent wedding. A wedding isn't supposed to be decent. It's supposed to be magical! It's supposed to be something you treasure forever! The happiest moment of your life!"

I scratched England off the list and read the next name. "Are you kidding me? New York?"

"What's wrong with New York?" She groaned.

"It's expensive as shit!"

"Billie, how come you can splash your money around on all kinds of unimportant shit all the time, but when it comes to our wedding—our special day—you wanna act cheap?" She shook her head.

"I do not spend my money on unimportant shit!" I huffed, standing up as well. "Name one unimportant item I've bought recently!"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe these Gucci sneakers?" She went to my closet and picked up a pair of Gucci shoes that I bought a few weeks ago. I pouted as she continued. "I was sitting right there when you were shopping online for a new Louis Vuitton blanket and then you got distracted by a Gucci ad on the TV, went to the site, found the shoes, said—And I quote—'Wow these are the ugliest shoes I've ever seen! Who in their right mind would wear these out in public?! I'm totally gonna buy them!' I mean, seriously? What was the reason?"

"I like to collect shoes," I mumbled. "That's not stupid."

"What about the Gucci flip flops you bought just cause of that song, and then lost two days later?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "And that Michael Kors purse you bought just because you couldn't fully see the design pattern clearly online. You don't even tote purses, Billie."

"Okay! I get it, sometimes I do stupid shit with my money! You do too." I huffed.

"I do not!"

"Do too! You're always buying shit from thrift stores—"

"Thrift stores are cheap, and I have a good reason to buy stuff from them! I literally have an Etsy shop now! I have to make stuff to sell!"

"Yeah, but you buy shit that you don't even use. You know what you do? Sometimes, when you get mad or sad or just bored, you go thrifting and you buy massive amounts of absolute bullshit that you know you'll never use and end up throwing in the back of your messy ass closet!"

"'Messy ass clo—Oh, don't you talk about me and my messy closet little miss 'My bedroom floor is my dirty laundry basket', little miss 'I've got ten thousand chains lying all over the house', little miss 'I'm just gonna leave ten thousand empty taki bags in my bathroom!' Seriously? Who eats takis in the bathroom? Who eats anything in the bathroom?! I've known you for five months and I've never once witnessed you cleaning your room!"

"That's a lie! I literally just cleaned up earlier! And this isn't even about me. This is about you and your obsession with collecting a shit ton of items you'll never use and absolutely refusing to get rid of them! You know what you are?"

"Do not say it!" She pointed her finger at me.

"It starts with a p and ends with a t." I smirked.

"Billie—"

"Packrat! You're a packrat!"

"You bitch!" She yelled. "You never throw anything away either! I mean, you've still got clothes from when you were twelve years old in your closet! What the hell is that about? It's not like you'll ever wear them again, especially considering the fact that you refuse to wear anything that isn't designer nowadays!"

"That's not true! I only wear all designer because that's all I have in my closet! I don't just absolutely refuse to wear nondesigner clothes!" I defended myself.

"Oh, I guess I was mistaken then! My bad!" She yelled sarcastically.

"You know what this is about? You're jealous!" I accused.

"Jealous?"

"You're jealous because I always wear designer and you don't have any," I sighed as I plopped down on my bed. "Baby, you know what's mine is yours. You can always borrow my stuff anytime you want, and I'll buy you—"

"Jealous?!" She screeched again. "I can't believe you just said that to me! I'm not jealous of you or anything that you have, you dimwit!"

"Whoa, whoa, let's not start any name calling, hoarder." I narrowed my eyes.

"This is the problem! I knew this would happen!" She rambled to herself as she began pacing.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned tiredly.

"This whole money thing. You hold your money over my head!" She growled.

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do! You pretend like it doesn't matter to you how much money I have, you pretend you don't mind it, but I know you do!"

"I do not!" I repeated. "I don't care about money at all, I just care about you!"

She was silent for a few moments, both of us breathing heavily as we stared at each other, and after a few moments, she came to sit down next to me. She rested her head in her hand and let her eyes flutter shut for a few seconds before looking at me.

"All this because we can't figure out a fucking venue." She shook her head.

"We'll start over." I smiled. I grabbed the list again and looked at it. "I'm not getting married in Minnesota, Dahlia."

"It's really cold there and I like that!" She whined.

"Colorado is cold too but—" I cut myself off as I thought about it for a moment and then my eyes flickered over to her. "Colorado." I mumbled.

She thought for a second before grinning. "It's nice, it's cold, it's beautiful. Doesn't seem all that expensive!" She exclaimed. "Colorado then?"

I nodded and began typing in wedding venues in Colorado on my phone. Dahlia grabbed her laptop and typed 'Colorado' into the google docs page.

We spent a few minutes browsing venues before one caught my eye. "Holy shit, this is nice! It's really beautiful!" I handed my phone to her and she nodded.

"$10,000. That's...not bad?" She asked.

"Not bad at all!"

***

"Why would our wedding budget be one million dollars, Billie?" She paced in front of me once again, her hands on her hips as she threw her head back.

I let out a loud, frustrated scream before laying back on my bed. "Well, since you want a humongous, meaningless ass wedding—"

"Just because a wedding is big doesn't make it meaningless!" She yelled for the thousandth time. "$40,000 is plenty enough for a wedding, Billie, we don't need—"

"The venue itself is $10,000. So, then we'd only have $30,000 left to work with. That money has to cover dresses for us and the bridesmaids, makeup and hair, accessories, catering, transportation—I can't even begin to list all the shit. $40,000 isn't gonna get us anything nice and extravagant like you want it to be!"

"Stop saying that! I did not say I wanted it to be 'extravagant' necessarily! I just want it to be...big?" She sighed.

"Big wedding equals big money. I don't get why you're stressing over the budget anyway. I have the money! I can pay for everything!"

"Thank you for reminding me of that for the billionth time," she muttered as she pushed her hair back with one of her hands. "It's our wedding, so we should both pay for it. Half and half.

"Well, darling Dahlia, the problem with that is you don't have nearly as much money as me which means if we tried to go half and half the wedding would not be the big, fancy wedding that you want because—"

"Oh my god!" She yelled. "You're rich and I'm poor, my god, I think I get it now! Jesus, why do you keep bringing that up?!"

"Because it's important to talk about and it's just a fact! Get over it!" I spat. "God, if you're reacting like this over a simple wedding budget I can't imagine how you'd act on a monthly basis when it comes time for me to pay the bills." I rolled my eyes.

"Excuse me?" She raised a brow. "What the hell do you mean by that? We're both gonna pay the bills."

I sent her a look and let out a small laugh. "What if I wanna live in a mansion?"

"Then I'll sell my ass to someone in order to contribute to paying the rent!" She glowered. "A relationship is fifty fifty, Billie."

"Not fucking really, not in our case, at least, and why is it so important to you that it is? I want to take care of you. I like taking care of you. I like doing shit for you! I could support us, I could pay all our bills—"

"So, then I'd just be a fucking freeloader living in your house." She scoffed. "I'm not gonna give you something as big as that to hold over my head."

"I would never hold that over your head."

"You already do," she muttered. "Look, I am an independent woman, I don't need you to babysit me. I'll make my own money and I'll somehow match yours."

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes. I picked up my phone after feeling it vibrate and rolled my eyes once again as I saw a text from Kai.

Bitch ass whore:

Come to the basement it's an emergency.

Bil:

Are you fucking dying? Because if so, that isn't an emergency.

Bitch ass whore:

Hahahahahaha get the fuck down here, dude, seriously.

"I'll be back," I mumbled as I got off the bed. "Stay here!"

I practically ran out of the room before she could respond and then ran to the basement. I slammed the door open and glared at Kai, who was sitting on the couch waiting for me. Fin isn't in here and I didn't hear him or see him in any of the rooms as I ran through the house, so I'm guessing he went out.

"What the fuck—"

"Valerie is in jail." She picked up her phone and shoved it in my face when I was close enough for her to do so. There was a local news article about the arrests on the screen.

"Great. Is that it?"

"Well, Yeah, but I just thought—"

"You mean to tell me you interrupted me and Dahlia to tell me that shit? That could've waited." I huffed.

"Well, Sorry," She grumbled sarcastically. "I just figured you'd like to know and maybe tell Dahlia."

"You figured wrong! Don't bother me again!" I yelled as I walked out and slammed the door shut.

"Who's in there?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I turned to look at Dahlia. "I—I thought I told you to stay in my room!"

"You're not the boss of me, Billie." She rolled her eyes. "Who's in there?"

"Nobody!" I lied.

"So...You were screaming at...Nobody?" She narrowed her eyes.

"It's nothing—it's nobody! Just...leave it alone." I mumbled, pushing past her.

"What the fuck?" I heard her whisper from behind me. I turned to look at her and gasped when I saw she'd opened the door.

"Dahlia, what the hell?! I told you to leave it—"

"What are you doing here, Kai?" She questioned as she stepped further inside. I ran into the room after her and sighed as I saw her already sitting next to Kai. "This is...I thought she wanted to kill you!"

"I do!" I said quickly.

"My family is all in jail and I needed a place to stay." Kai sighed. "Since it's kinda Billie's fault that they're in there...She's decided to make it up to me by locking me in her basement."

"Oh, that isn't true! I wouldn't lock the basement door unless I planned to set this bitch on fire with you in it!" I growled.

"What do you mean it's her fault that your family is in jail?" Dahlia questioned.

I sighed and sat down beside her.

I guess I've got a lot of explaining to do.

***

"Billie, oh my god! You shouldn't have done that!" She shouted as she sprung up off of the couch. "If I'd known that that was the way you were going to handle it I wouldn't have let you help me!"

"What?" I chuckled, a little shocked. "What the hell else was I supposed to do? How else would I have handled this? How would you have?" I questioned, standing up as well. "The only way to make sure Valerie didn't open her stupid mouth before I could talk to the police was to make sure they all knew that I knew about all their illegal ass shenanigans!"

"What happens if and when they get out, Billie? Huh? What happens then?" She sighed. "They're gonna know it was you who snitched because of their uncle, and what happens if they come after you? What happens if they come after me? My mom knows I had something to do with this whole thing too! What happens if they come after Kai? She had nothing to do with this and they're probably all pissed at her. We're in deep shit, Billie. You just don't think sometimes."

"I don't think?" I huffed. "I do think. All I ever do is

think! About you! Why are you yelling at me for fixing another one of your problems? You should be thanking me for doing whatever I could do to get you out of the shitty situation that you got yourself into!"

"Oh, wow," She shook her head. "I thought it wasn't a problem. I thought you said you didn't mind going through all this as long as you got to be with me." She quoted, rolling her eyes. "I knew this was all too much for you. I knew I was stressing you out. I just wish you'd come out and said it—"

"I didn't come out and say it because that's not how I feel. Stop putting words into my mouth! Just because you feel like you're too much for me to handle doesn't mean I feel the same way!"

"Well, you wouldn't have just said what you said if I wasn't!"

"That's not what I meant, Dahlia. I just meant that I don't think you should be picking a fight with me over this because the only reason we're in this situation is because of you." I spat bitterly. "I did what I could to help you. I'm sorry if what I did wasn't the perfect way to handle the situation, but at least I did something. You never do."

"I'm not 'picking a fight' with you! And I was going to handle the situation before you decided you had to step in just like you always do! You treat me like I'm some dumb little kid who doesn't know how to take care of herself!"

"You act like a dumb little kid who doesn't know how to take care of herself!" I yelled. "Your way of 'handling' the situation was going to be you turning yourself in to the police like an absolute idiot, going to fucking jail, having to get bailed out and then having everyone know what happened! At least nobody knows about any of this because of the way I handled it!"

"My way of handling it was the mature way! All this would've been said and done if we'd done it my way. Sure, it would've sucked having people know what I did, especially my family, but I would've been able to deal with that! You know what I can't deal with, though? I can't deal with this!" She gestured to Kai and then around the room. "Where the fuck is she supposed to go?! She doesn't have a place to stay because of you!"

"I-It's okay, Dahlia, I'm sure we'll figure it out—"

"No, if we really wanna get technical, she doesn't have a place to stay because of you!" I glared, cutting Kai off. "If you'd just kept your hands to your fucking self instead of trying to act like a hero to your brother, who doesn't even know about any of this fucking shit, we wouldn't be in this stupid mess!"

"Oh, so when you wanna act like a hero it's fine, but when I do it's a problem?"

"Ugh, yeah, pretty much." I nodded. "Cause when I wanna act like a hero I do it right and I don't leave fucking evidence. When I wanna play hero I make sure it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass."

"Yeah, when you play hero it just comes back to bite everyone around you in the ass!" She scoffed.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, do you not remember what happened with Kai a couple of months ago? You know, when you found out about that picture she took of me, didn't say a single fucking word about it to me, threatened her, and then a while later she posted that shit for everyone to see? You don't remember that?"

"We don't have to bring that up—"

"That wasn't my fault." I cut Kai off again.

"It wasn't your fault?" Dahlia raised a brow and crossed her arms and I nodded. "It wasn't my fault."

"So then whose fault was it?"

"Yours." I shrugged. She gasped. "Mine?! How was it my fault?!"

"If you hadn't gotten drunk and slept with her when you knew I liked you she wouldn't have had the opportunity—"

"Oh. My. God!" She laughed loudly as she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Oh my god! First of all, I didn't know for sure whether or not you liked me so don't say it like that—"

"Right." I rolled my eyes.

"—Second of all, if you'd been watching me like you said you would I wouldn't have been drunk, now would I?"

"I tried my best to watch you, but you ran off! I couldn't fucking find you, and it wasn't my job to! You're a big girl, you can take care of your fucking self, and I'm not your babysitter!"

"Guys, maybe just calm down a bit—"

"You are such a fucking hypocrite! One minute you wanna treat me like a child and the next you're telling me I'm a 'big girl' and I need to handle myself, and the cherry on top? Nothings ever your fault. It's always everyone else, isn't it? Never you!" She yelled.

"I can admit when something's my fault, but that wasn't!" I growled. "And this wasn't either! We both know that you would've been a fucking pussy when it came to dealing with what you did to Valerie, so I stepped up and handled the situation like I always do and I don't fucking regret it! I may not always have the smartest plans, but at least I have a plan! At least I fucking did something! If you don't wanna handle your own shit, that's fine, just shut the fuck up about the way I handle it when I handle it for you!"

"This is so stupid, Billie, honestly. I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of you doing shit I didn't ask you to do and then blaming me when it all turns to shit!"

"And I'm sick of you acting like a child who needs to be taken care of 24/7 and then getting upset with the way I help dig you out of the shit holes you always get yourself into! So, we're both sick of each other—So what?!"

"So what? What do you mean so what?"

"You wanna break up or—or what?!" I spat.

"Oh, you wanna break up?" She laughed, nodding her head.

"I didn't say—"

"Yeah, we're fucking over, Billie. Fuck you." She barked before pushing past me and running out of the basement. I didn't bother following her.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Billie." Kai mumbled. I ran my fingers through my hair as I looked at her. She looked terrified and I rolled my eyes as I stared at her practically shaking on the couch.

"This isn't your fault, calm the fuck down." I huffed. "I'm going to my room. Don't fucking bother me and don't come out of this basement until tomorrow. My parents will be back in a few hours. You can grab some food from the fridge before then."

I stormed out after that, slamming the door closed behind me before rushing to my room. I slammed that door closed too and then plopped down on my bed.

I don't give a fuck. If she wants us to be over then I don't give a shit. We're over.

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A/N: So.....Feels great to be back updating! Hope you guys enjoyed the Q&A + Face reveal and I'd love to do another one eventually.

Whose side are you on? Dahlia's or Billie's?