Still In The Dark | BILLIE EILISH

part 33

(Billie's Pov)

"do you have anything yet?" I asked Bricker

"do you even care?" He scoffed walking out the room leaving me confused

"he's right about that" Kat said

"i'm confused.."

"you're confused?" she laughed "bitch how you think we feel when your out here fucking the first guy you see what's his name dan? daniel something?"

"dylan.." i whispered

"yeah i don't really give a fuck about his name or him for the matter of fact, Billie what the fuck is wrong with you it's been what 6 months? 6 fucking months and you couldn't wait a little longer?" she yelled

"what do you want me to do? she's dead Kat and you know it" i hissed

"if she's dead then why do we know where she is" she rolled her eyes and left the room

•••

(Trig's Pov)

earlier that day

"babe" i'm going to vomit "can i use your phone?" i asked Zen

"you know you're not allowed"

"and you know that you're not allowed to fuck me, yet you still do" i smirked

"the answers no" she said sternly and walked out the bedroom

Lucky for her I managed to pick pocket her phone. Stupid bitch

I quickly dialled Brickers number praying he would pick up

"B-bricker"

"who is this?"

"it's me, Trig oh fuck it's so good to hear your voice" i sighed with relief

"how- i thought you were dead"

"i'm starting to think the afterlife doesn't want me" i laughed "hey listen i don't have long"

"okay okay, do you know where you are?"

"of course" i smirked

•••

i'm getting out of here, well not straight away anyway, but it will happen.. eventually. Bricker and I just need to figure out how

"Trig" one of the leaders called

"yeah?"

"follow me"

I know where this is going. Either i'm about to get beaten up or i'm about to kill someone. I would rather none of the above

When he opened the door I sighed as I saw yet another man tied to a chair with his mouth gagged

"how you want this one killed" i rolled my eyes

"become you old self" he said laughing and walked out locking the door

"what have we got here" i sighed walking over to the table of tools

While I was looking at all the blades and tools something clicked inside of me. All the anger that had built up these past years took over me, and I needed to release it. On him.

I ripped his gag off and smirked

"you wana die?"

"n-no p-please let me g-go" he cried

"stop fucking crying" i punched him in the jaw "oo what a pretty jaw.. open your mouth"

He did as he was told

"if you want to walk out of here alive you're going to have to remove some of those teeth" I smirked handing him a pair of extraction forceps

"w-what no i c-cant" he feared

"yes you can" i growled "i wont hesitate to kill you"

I watched in amusement as he cried in pain trying to pull his own tooth out. When the first one came out he looked at me to see if I was satisfied. I wasn't.

I grabbed the forceps from him forcefully and kicked the chair to the floor so he was on his back

"let me help you" i smirked leaning down to yank out the rest of his teeth.

Once all the teeth were out he woke up from his unconsciousness. I laughed as he screamed feeling nothing but a tongue and blood in his mouth

I then took a knife and slit his wrists and thighs hitting his main arteries and watched as he bled to death