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A/N: somebody asked me if I'd do another chapter in Billie's POV soon. Ofc not. Then you'd know what's going on in her head. 😏 no worries tho a few more chapters and tea will be spilled. Just updating again cause I can't wait for y'all to see all the shit that's finna happen.

Dahlia's POV

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"Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone

Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click."

I mumbled the lyrics to the song quietly as I stabbed holes into the cardboard box in front of me. I needed to get my aggression out somehow and since this box was around, it's my victim.

I'm going insane. Billie and Luna and this whole situation has got me thoroughly fucked up.

I'm not stupid. I know Luna is on some bullshit and most of what she told me was probably a lie, but what exactly was true and what were the lies?

Are they actually dating? She called Billie her girlfriend. Billie called her while we were talking. I wonder why she was calling her. I'll ask Denver if he knows anything about that later. Maybe he was around while they were talking.

Had Billie really broken up with me just to get with Luna? I highly doubt it. She didn't seem to want much to do with Luna before, but what if that was an act?

Had Billie broken up with people like that before, though? By arguing with them and then waiting for them to say it's over? "You wanna break up or what?" She'd asked.

I'm the one that said it was over but it was just because I was mad that she even suggested that. It was one fight. A big fight, yeah, but I didn't wanna break up because of it. But when she asked me that, it just felt like that was what she wanted to do. The fact that she was the one to suggest it...I just ended it because I felt like she wanted me to. Like she didn't want me anymore.

Most importantly, I wanna know why that bitch gave my ring to Lunatic. My ring. That she got for me.

That shit hurts so fucking bad. I don't even know how to deal with it. That ring was special. To me at least. It was just supposed to be for me.

Does Billie give rings to everybody she dates then? I thought I was the only one. She only ever mentioned dating Luna before, so I don't know if she's really dated anyone else, but she sure didn't mention giving a ring to anyone before. Not even Luna.

I get that we're broken up so she can do what she wants, but this shit...

She really couldn't buy another one? She had to recycle mine? I get that we're trying to save the earth and shit, but god damn.

I'm so pissed off I don't know what to do. I'm mostly pissed that I'm sad and angry about this situation. I wish I didn't feel anything. I wish I didn't give a single shit. That's what I've been trying to do, but I'm no good at it.

Turns out I'm just like every other human being who has emotions, and I don't fucking like it.

I sighed as I heard a knock on my door. Must be my dad cause everyone else is gone and I know Cora and Denver are sleeping right now. It's 1 am.

We finished the sale at around ten and we honestly sold the majority of the stuff. After putting what we didn't sell away again, everyone left. Denver got here about an hour ago and didn't suspect a thing.

"Iloveyouiloveyouxoxo95 on Instagram commented on one of your adorable pictures, which I made sure to look at them all, by the way. She really likes your feed right now. I do too! Not quite my taste, but it's cute. I'll have to finally follow you back. That's all that really happened in your dry ass phone while you were busy. Goodnight." Finneas had cackled, messing up my hair as he left.

I hate him and his sister. Both of them get on my last nerve.

"Come in." I mumbled as I continued to stab my box. The door opened and I looked up, not even able to see my dad in the darkness of the room. He flickered my lamp on and raised his brows as he saw me sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed, stabbing a box.

"Where'd you get that knife? Why are you still up at one o'clock in the morning? Why are you stabbing a box in the dark?" He asked as he came over to sit beside me. I shrugged my shoulders, not having the energy to reply.

"Well...You'll never guess how much we made today!" He grinned. I perked up a little at that. "How much?!"

"$7,699.75!" He smirked. "I just finished counting it all up! Thanks so much for your help with that, by the way." He joked.

"Dad! That's awesome!" I whisper yelled. "I can't believe that!"

"I couldn't either! I recounted it twice." He chuckled.

It was quiet for a few moments and he sighed before turning to face me. "What's wrong? Did something happen today?"

I shrugged my shoulders a little and put my knife down, pushing the box away from me. "Billie and I broke up."

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry!" He said, pulling me in for a hug. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?"

"Yeah...Back in January."

"You...You guys broke up because of a fight you had back in January? You don't think your reactions were just a little bit slow?"

I laughed tiredly and shook my head at him. "No, dad, we broke up back in January. I just didn't tell you then because I didn't wanna talk about it. Kinda thought we'd make up or something. We didn't."

"But you two have been acting so normal! You're over there all the time, she's over here all the time. You two have twins!"

"Yeah, we agreed to stay friends and we've been doing a good job of that." I mumbled. "Until today."

"What happened today? She wasn't even here."

"She has an ex-girlfriend named Luna who might not be her ex-girlfriend anymore."

"Luna? The girl who went on the cabin trip with us?" He asked quickly. I nodded.

"Yeah. She came today and she was wearing the ring that Billie gave me on our first date. Billie asked for it back last week. I just...Didn't think she'd give it to someone else so quickly. Or ever." I pouted.

"Ouch," He muttered. "Are you sure she gave it to her?"

"It's the same ring." I shrugged. "I don't know if I can keep being friends with her after this, dad. I'd really like to because she's pretty amazing, but I can't do i-it anym—"

I rolled my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I choked up. Dad pulled me closer and hugged me, making me cry even more.

This is all stupid. I feel stupid. I hate feeling stupid.

"Baby, I know this isn't easy for you. It's your first breakup and those are always hard. I mean, breakups are always hard period, but especially first breakups you know? And it can't be easy dealing with something like this...You know I'm bad at words." He sighed.

"It's okay."

"You don't owe anything to anyone. Just know that. You don't have to continue being her friend if you don't want to, you don't have to not be her friend if you don't want to. Just do what feels right to you and you'll be doing the right thing." He squeezed me tightly and I sighed as I pushed myself further into his side.

"Dad." I whispered.

"Yes?"

"Feels really weird to cry over someone like this. And I'm really not trying to have a breakdown in front of my dad so...Do you mind leaving me alone now?" I asked quietly.

He chuckled. "Yes, I do mind. Being alone is good sometimes and I understand that sometimes you do need your alone time, but I'm your dad. You don't have to be ashamed or afraid to break down in front of me. I'm the one that's supposed to sit here and comfort you while you do. And that's just what I'm going to do. Besides...Seems like you've been dealing with all this shit alone for a while now. I think there's been enough of that."

"Thanks, dad."

"No problem, kiddo. Now come on, let's get this show on the road. Do your best ugly cry."

I laughed and punched him in the side. "How am I supposed to cry if you're making me laugh?"

"You're right, you're right. I'm being quiet."

When we did actually get quiet I began to cry once again. He sat there and held me the whole time and even though I was crying, I felt the best I had in weeks. It was nice to know I wasn't dealing with all this shit alone.

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The next morning, I woke up sore as shit, and I could already feel how blotchy my face was. I sat up and looked around, realizing that dad must've put me in my bed after I fell asleep last night.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. I was up crying for at least a few hours. He must be tired as shit after having to stay up and deal with me for that long.

I checked the time on my phone and noticed it was a little past noon. I sprung up from my bed and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, wincing with every step I took. Standing up and running around all day yesterday has got me sore as shit. This is probably what it'd be like if I finally joined a gym like I've been saying I should for months.

Yeah, that's not happening any time soon.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you walking like a penguin?" Denver questioned. I rolled my eyes as I saw him sitting on the couch in just his underwear, watching tv and eating cereal.

"That is disgusting. You don't wash your underwear nearly enough for you to be sitting on the family couch in just them." I shook my head. "Where's dad?"

"In his room, still sleeping. So shut the fuck up."

I flipped him off before marching into the kitchen and fixing myself some cereal as well. Lucky charms. Yum.

I sat down at the table and began eating as I scrolled through my phone. It took me a while, but I eventually got the courage to look at the texts Billie had sent me.

Ex bitch: Hey Denny and I had a dope time today. Went to a football stadium, saw some players practicing. He flipped his shits. Then we got ice cream and went to an arcade, then we played paintball. And we went into a music shop and he found a guitar he rlly liked. He obviously can't get it rn but I'm totally gonna come back for it. Dunno how I'll convince him to accept the gift. Y'all does are some stubborn hoes. 8:56 pm

Ex bitch: we're on our way back tho. I'm drivin slow as shit and we're gonna stop at a gas station. 8:57 pm

Ex bitch: hey I'm assuming you're slumped rn after working the sale all day 💀 Text me when u wake up cause I wanna hear all about it. Btw Denny got home safe and so did I 12:42 am

I read the messages and then put my phone back down on the table, biting my lip before beginning to eat again.

After I finished my cereal I walked back into the living room and saw that Denny was knocked out with his bowl resting on his chest. I shook my head at him and let out a small laugh as I put the bowl on the coffee table and then headed back to my room.

I softly closed the door behind me when I got inside and slid back underneath my warm covers. I made sure to turn my air up and my fans on before I did, though.

I flipped through the tv channels until I saw that they were having a marathon of 'House' and then settled for watching that.

'Everybody lies.'

The first thing he said as I began to watch. I hummed in agreement. I didn't watch that much of the show before I drifted off to sleep again.

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A/N: Calm before the storm.