My blonde haired ex boyfriend stands next to me with his hands in the pockets of his light blue jeans. This is not real, we haven't seen each other in years, what the fuck is he doing here?

"Hey, Tyler," I manage to say, my voice shaking slightly. Even though Billie is the one I want and that I have feelings for, I just can't have a normal conversation with this man, or boy. I really want to scream my lungs out and punch him in the face for how he broke my heart and how he made me feel, but I'm just stuck. There's a lump in my throat that stops me from screaming and glue under my feet that stops me from attacking him.

"Isn't it weird to see you here with your friend after years of not talking? I've missed you so much," he says and I can almost see how Billie tenses, even though she sits on the other side of me. She doesn't even know who this guy is, but I guess that she understands that we have been more than friends and I can tell that it bothers her.

''What are you doing in Chicago?'' I ask him awkwardly, avoiding his question.

''Don't you remember? I moved here almost three years ago, that's why we broke up?'' He says with his eyebrows raised, making me furrow mine. Is he trying to manipulate me? Or is he lying becuase he wants Billie to be on his side? Does he want her ti think that I'm the one who's lying? Finally, I manage to stand up, approaching him slowly.

''I remember everything, Tyler. Everything,'' I say, trying to be confident in this very uncomfortable situation.

''So you remember how you broke my heart? How you cheated on me with that boy... What's his name? Travis?'' He says and suddenly, my anger takes over. This is why we broke up. He knows exactly what makes me angry and does just everything he can to make me feel bad.

''Shut the fuck up! Travis is my friend and I don't know how the fuck you know who he is, but I didn't even know him when we were together!'' I yell, making him take a step back.

''Why are you lying? You always want people to feel bad for you because of shit,'' he says and I freeze. I know what he means with "shit". He's literally saying that I want people to feel bad for me because my family died. I approach him quickly, not thinking before slapping him accross his cheek, making him turn away as I hear how Billie gasps. Slowly, he turns his head around, looking at me while his eyes shifts from blue to a dark, evil color. That was not smart. I should have known. He has a violent past. I can't even think before before he puts his hands together and I feel how they collide with my chest before he pushes me. I almost scream in pain as my rib collide with the green painted metal armrest of the bench. My cheek is pressed against the wood as the other half of my body is spreaded over the ground. Tyler squats down, looking at me with his gaze full of hate.

''Just so you know, I'm moving back to LA next week, and I will tell everyone I know how you are a fucking freak for doing that,'' he spits before standing up.

''Don't fucking touch her! Leave!'' Billie suddenly yells, pushing Tyler away as he actually listens, leaving before kicking a small stone on the road. Billie holds her hand on my shoulder and it almost feels like she's afraid of touching me. Feeling embarrased, I stand up, almost falling down again as the pain spreads all over my stomach area.

''Ember, wait! Don't move, it's going to get worse,'' she says, stressed.

''It doesn't hurt,'' I lie, starting to walk back in the direction to Charles and Christina's house.

''I'm not fucking joking! I saw how you fell and it wasn't an easy landing, just come back!'' She yells as I keep walking, wiping the few tears that slipped out away with my palm. ''What if you broke something?''

''What if I cheated with Travis? What if I broke his heart? What if I'm just confused and imagining this when it's not reality? What if he was right?'' I answer after turning around so I'm facing her.

''Okay, listen. I don't know who the fuck that was but we can talk about that later, okay? Just let me fucking help you, please?'' She says, trying to catch up with me. Finally, the pain takes over and I can't walk anymore, so I simply turn around and fall into Billie's arms, crying.

''Schh, it's okay. Let's go back home, I got you,'' she mumbles into my hair. ''Sit on my back.''

We struggle a bit, but I manage to get as comfortable as I can on Billie's back, leaning my chin on top of her head as she grabs my thighs with her hands. Her thumbs rub the skin on my legs as we make our way back home.

After a while, we finally reach the small red house and I sigh in relief as we approach the door.

''Let's not tell them. I don't want them to worry, and it doesn't even hurt,'' I say, making Billie roll her eyes.

''Fine, but stop lying,'' she says, putting me down before opening the door.

''Hey, guys,'' Charles says from the living room. ''Me and Christina are going for a ride with the bikes to get some groceries, just so you know.''

''Oh, okay,'' I say with a smile, trying my best to hide the pain in my ribs. I cheer quietly when he doesn't start a conversation and I walk upstairs, struggling as I try to lean against the wall. I feel how Billie puts her arm around my shoulder, steading me as I manage to walk up the stairs. I cringe in pain when I lay down on the soft mattress, feeling the pressure against my ribs. I try to calm down, but I end up panting on the bed, not being able to ignore the pain.

"Just try to breathe, do you want some water?" Billie asks softly, her hand placed on my arm.

I nod and she kisses my temple before carefully leaving the bed.

Tyler. Why the fuck did we meet? Why is he in Chicago? I thought that I would get to stop thinking about him after he broke my already broken heart, but I guess that I was wrong.

After a while, Billie returns with a glass of water, handing it to me before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I say before raising the glass to my mouth, taking a sip.

"I know that this might be tough to talk about, and you don't have to answer, but how did you know that guy?'' She asks, and I don't hestitate before answering. I owe her an answer.

''Okay,'' I sigh, looking at her. She looks so confused and I feel liek shit for involving her in this shit.

''That was Tyler. He is my ex from years ago, before the accident. We were happy, but he would always be a bit... weird if I did something that he didn't like. Something about him makes me think that he is a psycopath because he always manipulated me and I guess that he still does,'' I say, playing with my figners as making eye contact with Billie is hard right now.

''What happened?'' She asks carefully and we both turn our heads as we hear how the door shuts downstairs, which means that we are home alone.

''Basically, he fucked my best friend at the time multiple time and I didn't even know anyhting about it. When I got to know, my whole world just fell apart because I would have done anything for that fucking guy. He made me feel so fucking special and then he just threw me like I was trash. And right after that shit, the car crash happened and I fell apart even more. I'm sorry for not telling you everything that happened between us two, I just wanted to forget him and I thought that I wouldn't see him again.''

Billie keeps quiet but eventually she lays down behind me, putting her hand on my hip while tickling the skin lightly.

''What a fucking asshole. I will kill him,'' she mumbles. ''I fucking hate myself for this.''

''What?'' I ask, turning around as the pain increases, but I try not to show it.

''What did I do? I just watched him hurt you. I failed,'' she mumbles.

''No!'' I outburst before sitting up, the pain stopping me from doing so. ''Don't fucking blame yourself.''

''I could have stopped him,'' she says, shaking her head. ''But I didn't.''

''Please, Billie. Just... don't,'' I mumble before leaning down, ignoring the pain in my ribs. I straddle her hips, making her eyes widen. I let my fingers trace her jawline, admiring the perfect shape of her face. After grabbing her face gently, I connect our lips and it feels like sparks all over my body. I move my body against her and I feel how she puts her hands on my hips, squeezing carefully. I place one single kiss on her neck before putting a hand on her chest, pulling away. I look at her and take in her current state. She looks broken, as if everything that has happend is too much for her. Wanting her to forget about the pain for the moment, I place a kiss on the hickey that I left there a couple of days ago, remembering everything from that moment. She lets out a low moan when I suck on the skin lightly, feeling how the adrenaline starts to pump in my body.

"I want to protect you," Billie mumbles against my neck after placing a kiss on it.

"You're already doing it good enough," I say with a pant.

"Please, just be mine. We can be together. I'm so tired of hiding this shit," she says, grabbing my face as my eyes widen.

"Please?" She pleads and I bite my lip before nodding, making her smile before pulling me down against her body, kissing me softly. Our pants fill the room as our bodies are pressed so tight against each others and we desperately trying to intertwine them even more.

I let my fingers trace over her blue T-shirt, grabbing the fabric before pulling it over her head. She sits up, leaning herself on her elbows, wrapping her arms around my waist before taking my shirt off as well.

''Oh my god, look at you,'' Billie says as she traces her fingers over my bruised area. There's a small scar with a small amount of blood, trying to escape the wound. I ignore her, pinning her wrist down against the mattres.

''Ember-''

''Please, I don't want to think about it right now.''

She bites her bottom lip before nodding slowly. I run a hand through my hair before leaning down again. We start to move against the cold sheets, trying to give the other person as much pleasure as we can. She turns around so she's on top of me with one leg between mine, almost making me moan as her knee is pressing against me.

''Do you want to do this?'' Billie asks, worry being painted all over her face.

''Yes, just make me forget about this,'' I breath out, arching my back into her body. She furrows her eyebrows, looking conflicted.

''Are you sure?''

''I don't give a fuck, just do it already.''