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The Truth About Billie Eilish's Relationship: John Knowledge

I can't fucking believe he wrote a whole 2,000-word interview about our relationship. He doesn't even know me. His journalism fucking sucks, yet he has over a million reads and 30,000 comments. Most are just "who cares" and takes on our relationship. But guess what? I'm the one getting bashed again.

I'm guessing he got info from Lulu. But she doesn't know shit either. When Billie and I had disagreements, we never told anyone. We'd work it out privately. The only thing people ever saw were the happy moments... except when she broke up with me.

Billie comes home today. I miss her... I hope she believes me. I just want to be happy again.

I'm going to give her the flash drive today. It's better to let her calm down first I know she's probably still mad. I would be too.

I drove to her house, unlocked the gate, and pulled my car inside.

I went to the camera room to pull more footage from that night.

The main camera platform showed the cameras were offline.

Fuck. I'm guessing Lulu messed with it.

I checked the backup feed. I clicked on the 18th and scrubbed through every second.

And there it was.

You can see someone take a picture of me talking to John. Lulu's nearby talking to the photographer . Then she takes the SD card and walks over to Billie and tells her something.

Billie storms off toward John, clearly pissed. He pretends to leave but slips off in a different direction. Lulu heads to the fucking printer room .She sits at the computer, pulls up Photoshop, and starts editing the image with John.

She runs it through multiple AI programs, alters everything until it looks completely real, prints it out, and whispers something to John. He leaves through the back.

Then Lulu balls the paper up, shoves it in her pocket, and sits alone at the party like she's innocent.

I saved everything. Every clip. And added it to the flash drive.

Would Billie even believe me? And even if she did... where the hell do we go from here?

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I heard Billie come into the house. My stuff was already packed just in case she didn't believe me. Or if she just didn't want to be together anymore.

Does she hate me that much?

"Hi," I said quietly as she came through the front door.

She stared at me and walked straight upstairs. Past me...

Wow. The silent treatment.

She opened her bedroom door and started grabbing my bags.

"Wait," I said, pulling her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"I need to show you something," I said, holding up the flash drive. "It's about Lulu and"

"I don't fucking care," she snapped. "Why are you mentioning her? She's not your friend."

"And she's not fucking yours either the fuck!" I yelled back.

I hate yelling and I hate being yelled at. This is turning toxic and it's neither of our faults..

"I don't care how long you've known her she photoshopped that shit, Billie. She made me lose my fucking job and you!"

"Yeah, that sounds totally believable. You didn't want me you cheated..," she said sarcastically.

"Fine," I muttered.

I pulled up the footage.

"At least watch this..."

I showed Billie the video. John and Lulu stealing from her house. Her being set up by Leslie while she was drunk... Groupies stealing shit out of her house...And then Lulu photoshopping the images.

Billie's mouth dropped. She just stared at the screen, speechless.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"...Do you believe me now?"

(A/n)
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