BODYGUARD B.E

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SELF HARM AND DRUG USE MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER I WILL PUT A WARNING BEFORE IT STARTS

BILLIES POV

On stage .

Moshing with my babies.

Life can't get much better than this right here, right now.

I'm currently singing lost cause which is a new song I put out recently.

Just at the chorus starts I jump up and tuck my knees into my chest, as I land my ankle folds outwards and I am sent strait on my ass.

I lay there for a second the pain shooting up my leg radiating through my whole foot.

I'm fucked.

FUCKING BITCH ASS ANKLE I SWEAR TO GOD.

I see Finneas coming over with concern written all over his face as he sees the tears trailing down mine.... I'm so done.

He flags someone over.
I lay confused unable to move my foot until I feel Emma's comforting arms rap around me and lift me into the air.

I apologise to my babies as my voice cracks and I cry into Sully's shoulder.

Stop being a bitch Billie.

I am taken into the green room and gently sat on the couch, as Emma goes to step back I hold her arm.

"Cuddle?" I whisper with my raspy voice.

"Okay bills"

We lay there and wait for the medic to come and check out my foot.

I shoot my head up as I hear the door open, mom rushes in with the medic at tow.

"You okay baby, I saw what happened, Finneas is going to Finnish the show"

"Yea mom let's just get this shit over with" I say as I feel Emma slowly stroke my sides attempting to calm me down

The medic raps my foot before putting it in the boot all while I'm laying on top of em who is calmly playing with my hair.

"All done bill, just a bad sprain"

I lean up getting ready to go back on stage when mom shakes her head.

"No Billie you need to rest, stay here at let Fin finish the show"

"No mom I can do it, I can't let them down, not again" I say referring to the other times this bullshit has happened.

"It's not a good idea bil and you know it"

"APPARENTLY I DONT KNOW SHIT, IM DOING THIS SHOW"

"let it go Billie, they will understand" Emma chimes in.

I look at her in complete disbelief.

I look at her dead in the eye.
"I NEED TO DO THE SHOW. PLEASE, PLEASE DONT DO THIS"

Tears steadily stream down my face when I start to realise this is not a battle I'm not going to win.

I fall defeatedly back into her arms, my body  ticks shaking with each sob that is torn from my throat as small pleads leave my lips.