I open up the door to the small red house, holding it up for Billie before making up an excuse to Charles. Luckily, he believes that we were just out on a walk and I give him a small smile before heading upstairs with Billie following behind me. I can't even enter the room before Billie lays down on the bed, burying her face in her hands. I sigh before walking over to her, rubbing her back carefully.

"How can I be so fucking stupid?" She asks with a quiet voice into her hands as I sit down on the edge of the bed.

"You're not stupid," I say, stroking away a strand of hair from her face.

"I am," she says, looking at me and I gasp as I realise that her eyes are red and puffy.

"Come here," I mumble before wrapping my arms around her, laying down as I pull her head against my chest. As she lets out a sob, I stroke her hair to comfort her, but I'm not used to her being this sad so I don't know how to make her happy.

"Schh," I whisper before kissing her head. It feels like the right thing to do.

"I don't deserve you, I should leave," she says, making me gasp again before pulling away, keeping my hands on her cheeks as I wipe the tears away with my thumbs. How can she even say that? I want to scream from my lungs that I love her more than anyone, but it feels like my lips are paralyzed as I look at the broken girl. Why does it feel like Billie always knows what to say? She knows how to fix everything, except herself just because she doesn't care that much.

"Don't ever say that again. You saved me," I finally manage to say, furrowing my eyebrows. She looks at me, probably not believing what I just said.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone," I whisper before placing my lips on hers carefully. The kiss tastes like salt from her tears but I don't care right now. I wish that I oculd show her how I feel, but sometimes it's hard to express some kind of feelings. I feel guilty because I made Billie feel like this in one way, but I know her and if I tell her that I feel bad she would hate herself without a reason. After pulling away, I wipe her tears away and kiss her from another angle.

''I'm so fucking stupid,'' she mumbles, pushing me away slightly with a hand on my chest.

''No, you're not," I say, realising how stupid I sound. I'm trying my best to get her to listen to me but it feels impossible. She keeps quiet as I carefully rub her back. I honestly don't know what to do when she is sad and it makes me feel horrible about myself because it means that she's been there for me when I've been sad, but I don't even know what to do when she's in this state.

"Do you want some water?" I ask slowly, trying to be careful with every word.

"It's okay, I just want to rest," she mumbles and I sigh before burying my face in my hands. This is so fucking hard. I guess that she just wants to be alone right now so I stand up and walk over the floor, turning around to see if she cares, but she keeps laying down with her face buried in her hands.

''I'll go downstairs for a while, just snap me if you want me to come up,'' I say quietly without waiting for an answer as I know how much it would hurt if she would decide to keep quiet.

''I love you,'' I hear her mumble from the bedroom, almost making me melt.

''I love you too,'' I say with a small smile before making my way downstairs.

As I enter the living room, Charles and Christina are sitting next to each other on the couch. They smile at me when they recognize me at the doorway.

''Hey,'' I say, trying to smile but I can tell that they see that something is wrong.

''Hey, are you okay?'' Charles asks while furrowing his eyebrows, making him look concerned.

''Well, something kinda happened when we were out,'' I admit before approaching the couple. ''Can I sit?''

''Of course,'' Charles says with a small smile and I thank him before sitting down in one of the armchairs in front of the couch.

''Well, we were at a party, not on a walk,'' I admit, being prepared for them to kick me out for lying, but they just seem to accept it and Christina even gives me a smile.

''I was the same when I was younger, it's okay,'' she says with a chuckle, making me giggle a bit as well. ''We could tell that you guys were out to have some fun.''

The fact that they accept me and Billie being at a party makes me really surprised because my mom would obviously never let me do anything like that. It makes me feel shitty that I compare my mom to them, but I just can't focus on that right now.

''So basically, we were at the party and my ex boyfriend Tyler was there, too. I tried to ignore him but he and Billie started to fight and she feels like shit now because people recorded it,'' I explain, making both Charles and Christina look at me in a weird way. Right, they don't know about her fame. I hate that word.

''She's a singer. Everybody knows who she is and they will put that video on the internet of her slapping my ex,'' I continue.

''Oh, I see,'' Charles says, resting his head in his head while looking a bit confused. ''How can we stop that?''

''I don't know if we can, I guess that she has to make a statement about why she did it, but her label will be pissed at her.''

Suddenly, my phone starts buzzing, making me furrow my eyebrows. When I see that Kevin is the one who is trying to reach me, I press the green button before raising the phone to my ear.

''Excuse me, I have to take this,'' I tell Charles and Christina, feeling like shit for just leaving them but I know from experience that when Kevin just calls without texting before, something is wrong.

"Ember," he says immediately and I can hear that he is crying, giving me the feeling that something terrible has happened.

"Kevin, what's going on? Are you okay?" I ask with a trembling voice as I exit the living room to go outside. I open up the door before sitting down on the steps. It feels really cold to sit on the stone, but I don't care right now. I dig my nails into the skin of my knees as I wait for his answer. Seconds feel like hours as he finally swallows before uttering the following words:

"Travis is gone.''