freaks part two |b.e g!p

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Edith's POV

I have an insane headache. A fucking headache. I should probably eat something. On top of everything else, the stress is killing me. Billie's so mad at me she's kicking me out. I don't even know what to do.

I ordered room service... just some waffles. That's all I could manage to eat.

I don't even remember the last time I ate. Maybe two, three days ago? I've completely lost track of time.

It's one of those moments where you're so stressed nothing feels real. Time moves so fucking fast and you're stuck in the same cycle, doing the same shit over and over. All I've been doing is crying and crying.

I know I wouldn't kiss anyone else but Billie. I'm confused. I mean..did I really kiss him? Am I that low of a person? I feel like I've lost it.

I started slapping my hands against my head to focus. I feel like shit. Everything's spinning and I'm so fucking confused.

Someone has to be sabotaging our relationship. There's no way this is all a coincidence. No fucking way.

I doubt Billie will ever want to talk to me again. I can't let this happen. I can't let our relationship fall apart. I can't fall apart.

I don't want to lose everything, so I've got to prove myself.

I went to my suitcase, got dressed, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant. had to do something.

Fuck it...I'm going to Rolling Stone to check the security footage. I need to see who's been sneaking into my old room and leaving those notes.

I should've done this a month ago, but I was so pissed back then. I couldn't think clearly... I was just so wrapped up with Billie.I jumped in the car, slammed the door, and drove to the Rolling Stone building.

I walked through the main hall and went straight to the front desk.

"Hi, can I possibly go to the security room? I need to acquire some footage," I said.

"Wait... I know you. You're Billie Eilish's girlfriend, right? You used to work here."

The guy behind the desk leaned in like he was about to spill a secret. "I'm Frank. Of course I remember you. You were one of the best writers here. Now it's bullshit every day your impact though."

I started giggling in spite of everything.

"Brandy, can you take my shift for a sec?" he asked.

"Sureee," she replied.

"Okay, follow me. I don't even know if we're supposed to be doing this," he said, leading me to the elevator.

He pressed the button and held out his hand for me to go in first. I stepped in, then he followed.

"Honestly, girl, we don't get paid enough for this shit," he muttered as the doors closed.

It didn't take long to reach the basement. We entered the security room, where a guard was asleep.

"Cole," Frank said, nudging him awake.

"What?" Cole blinked at us groggily.

"We need to see some footage."

Cole looked at me, eyes still adjusting. "Oh, you're pretty... I've seen you somewhere."

"I used to work here," I mumbled.

"Rolling Stone really  fucking sucks," he whispered. "What date and what room?" he asked.

"Room 209," I said.

He typed it in. "Okay, let's start with last month."

"What exactly are we looking for?"

Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, move, Cole."

"You're a fucking asshole," Cole grumbled.

"We're looking for anyone entering my room.Someone's been leaving weird ass notes under my desk."

As we scrubbed through the footage, something weird stood out.

"Every time you go out for a break or leave to go home... the cameras go off or the footage is cut," Cole said.

"That's creepy as fuck," I muttered.

"Wait weren't you the one who got fired for harassment?" Cole asked.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"And someone's been unplugging the camera or cutting the power in your room?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't really talked to anyone here," I said. "The company's so big."

"True," Frank nodded. "Writers aren't even allowed to talk to each other sometimes they don't want info being shared from interviews."

Then we hit the 30th.

"Oh shit, look," Frank said, pausing the footage.

He scrubbed forward and there it was. Me and Billie, kissing.

"Ewww, not the kissing," Cole laughed.

"That's just a peck, but whatever.", I said.

"Pftt," Cole and Frank laughed. They have matching tattoos they are most definitely boyfriends.... That's actually really cute.

I miss my girlfriend....

He kept scrubbing, zoomed in again.

"Wait is that the new guy? And who's that girl beside him?"

They zoomed further in, and of course. It was Lulu. And that guy? He was sitting in my office space. My office.

"Why the hell is he even there? I don't know him," I muttered.

"Hold on..." Frank pulled up the Rolling Stone website and typed in his name.

"Did you know he was a janitor here at first? Then a co-writer? Then he worked in the tape vault which means he had access to footage and then he somehow became an editor in one month," Frank said.

Cole and Frank both stared at the screen. "They replaced you that fast," Frank said. "And it looks like they've been leaving the notes. As for the harassment part... we should pull up all the footage."

"Let's check the main hall. This is going to be a pain in the ass ," Cole said.

They fast-forwarded through weeks of footage. Every single day, a note was left under someone's desk.

They split screened the HR cam and the hallway cam. Turns out, someone had been reporting me every day. And with HR being so anonymous... I would've never known.

Frank saved all the clips.

"Let's go back to your room footage from the 30th."

He zoomed in again, closer this time. Someone was at my desk, copying my handwritten notes and editing them digitally.

"They're using Photoshop. AI, too," Frank said, pointing. "They combined your real handwriting and text into fake sticky notes."

"This is the weirdest fucking shit I've ever seen," Frank muttered.

"Yeah, we're just here to make sure no one dies, not to solve conspiracies," Cole added.

Frank saved all the files, edited them, and put them on a thumb drive. He dropped it into a bag and handed it to me.

"Here," he said. "We're reporting this to HR. You come with me."

"Yeahhh," Cole nodded.

"Thank you so much," I said, genuinely grateful.

I followed Frank back to the elevator. He laughed nervously.

"Hope I don't get fired for this," he joked. "See you later, lovely."

Now I'm left with one question echoing in my head:How the hell am I going to convince Billie this is the truth?

(a/n 1149 words)

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