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(Billie's POV)

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"Because I'm not ready to"

"What do you mean you're not ready?"

"I'm not"

"Is it something bad?"

I stayed quiet.

I feel stressed.

I feel tired.

I got out of the shower and went to our room to put some clothes on.

I need to get my mind off of things.

"Hello Amelia? Can I come over?"

"Hey Billie, yea sure you can come over"

"Aight. Imma be there in 10"

I hanged up the phone and made my way towards the door.

I drove to her house and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes the door opened and I was greeted by a smiling Amelia.

I smiled back and went inside and sat on the coach.

"Where's my princess?" I asked.

(Ashley's POV)

After showering I went to the room and didn't see Billie there.

Maybe she's downstairs.

I shrugged it off and put on my pijamas. I laid down on the bed as I took my phone and watched YouTube videos, while waiting for Billie so I could go to sleep.

30 minutes later I found it weird that Billie hasn't come up yet.

So I got out of bed and went downstairs.

"Billie!"

No response.

"Billie!?"

I look around and she was no where to be found. I went back to our room and called her, only to be send straight to her voice mail.

"I'm sorry I'm busy at the moment so leave me the fuck alone, on less you're my wifey Ashley -beeeeeeep"

I sighed as I called her three more times but nothing.

Where the hell are you Billie?

Sighing I went to sleep.

The next morning

I groaned and I slowly opened my eyes. Alcohol quickly hits my nostrils. Confused I looked to my side and see Billie sleeping. I sit up and stared at her.

"Billie" I said as I hit her gently on her legs.

"Billie!" She whined as she moved but didn't woke up. That's where I noticed red marks on her neck.

Are those hickeys??

Shaking my head I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as I got off bed.

"Billie can you wake up??!"

She opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her eyes as she glanced at me and smiled. I couldn't help but noticed the marks on her chest.

I walked up to her and examined her.

She looked confused but didn't questioned.

These are hickeys.

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