Hallows: Merciful Death

Ironic, Isn't It?

Twenty One Pilots- Heathens

B.B.:

"You f*****g psycho b***h!" Rosa screams at the top of her lungs and slams her hands on the lunch table between my mother and me. Where did she even come from? I look around to see others staring at us.

"Hey," my mom glares at her but Rosa's eyes are on me. I think she at least knows enough not to disrespect my mother. I smile looking up at her.

"Good morning, Rose. How was the rest of your night?" I ask loving the fury burning in her dark, chocolate, brown eyes.

"You know exactly how the rest of my f*****g night was, b***h. I spent it in the f*****g emergency room," she's pointing her ugly self-polished fingernail at me.

"Oh, no. Are you okay?" I ask innocently.

"Your little emo f**k buddies shoved a f*****g beer bottle up Holland's ass and you f*****g know that," she sneers leaning into me. She didn't shout that last part, she knows better.

"What?" my mom asked eyes wide.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I shake my head but I doubt I'm hiding the delight on my face in any kind of way. "The guys and I were on the dance floor all night,"

"I saw you talking to him," she shouts hysterically.

"Yeah, he asked me if I wanted to dance and I told him I was there with Carson. I didn't see him after that," was I always this good at lying?

"You left the party with him," she insisted.

"I don't know who it is you saw walk out with him but it wasn't me," I shake my head. She slams her hands on the table again letting out a frustrated growl. I smile at her. Where has this anger been, Rose? When did you start hating me this much? I love it. I love that she kept it a dirty little secret until she cracked.

"His dad is going to bury you and those f*****g low lives," she sneers before she walks away.

"You should really think about going to anger management, Rosa. You might get wrinkles," I call after her.

She turns around flipping me off with both hands. I laugh blowing her a kiss. When my eyes met mom's the smile quickly fades. She gets up taking the smoothie with her. I put a hundred-dollar bill in the tip jar on my way out. We caused a scene and that is awkward for everyone. Not just me and my mother.

"Mom," I call after her. She spun around glaring at me. I had to stumble back before I smacked right into her. I'd knock her tiny frame over if I had hit her.

"So, what? You're going to take up the Blackstone business?" she growls low. "Run around town playing avenger? That s**t is going to get you killed, Belladonna,"

"Mom-"

"Don't f*****g mom me, Bella," she screams. I looked around to see people staring. "Don't look at them. f**k them. Look at me," she grabs my face to make me look at her. "You do not want to walk down this road, B.B. You don't, baby,"

"I didn't do anything wrong," I met her challenge.

"Shoving a bottle up some kid's ass is wrong, B.B. Which one of them did it?" she asks holding my stare. "Did you?" I don't answer. "B.B. I know you di-"

"Mom," I put my hand to hers so she could let go of me. I hold her hands in mine. "He hurt her. You saw what they did to her,"

"They?" her lower lip trembles. "You're not done yet are you?"

"Mom,"

"I can never hate you, B.B but I don't have to stay here and watch you destroy yourself the same way they did either," she pulls her hands out of mine and turns away. She slams her smoothie on the ground and begins to walk away cursing my name under her breath.

Like they did. Like they did. Like they did.

"f**k," I sigh scratching the back of my ear.

I need to give her a little space before I try to talk to her again. She's never had a reason to slap the f**k out of me but I feel like I'm teetering in that direction and I'm not going to stop her. I deserve it. I didn't even stop to think about what I was doing last night. I fully gave in to it. My thoughts were wild and unhinged. It doesn't feel real but I know that it is.

"That was hard to watch," I looked to my right to see Luc and Carson sitting there eating breakfast.

"Good morning," I greet them with a tight smile. Did I really walk past them without noticing? That doesn't sound right.

"Hungry?" Luc asks.

"Uh, I'm not big on breakfast," I hold my smoothie up.

"All right, then just come sit with us. Give her a bit to cool off before you go home. Trust me. My mom got crazy with me too," Carson pulls out the garden chair between them.

"Okay," I go over and sit down. "Thank you for taking me home last night. I don't remember what happened after we started dancing,"

"It's always like that after the first couple of times," Luc nods. "We've got you, B.B,"

"I know this is my fault but I want to f*****g pound Rosa's f*****g face in," I sneer. They both laugh.

"Me too. I can't believe she pulled up like that. She saw you guys walk in. Did U-turn at the intersection up there," Carson points behind me. I don't look. I know the intersection he's talking about. I run down here almost every morning.

"What's our alibi?" I ask.

"Exactly what you said. We have witnesses. From three different schools. Don't worry about it. Try not to seem so delighted when you're taken in," Luc smirks.

"My dad had a black mamba," I whisper.

"He's the last one to have it. Yeah," Carson nods.

"I have so many questions,"

"I know you do, baby," Luc wipes his mouth. He might have said B.B. Either works for me. "Walk home. You might get picked up on your way there. I hope they wait until you're home. We'll see you at the station,"

"Okay," I sigh taking my smoothie. Carson grabs my hand and takes a drink from it.

"I missed you last night. I can't wait until your mom leaves," he smirks.

I press my lips together and pull away from him. I turn away laughing. I don't know what to say to that. I hear his throaty chuckle as I make my way toward the intersection. I run away because that's all I can do. All I really know how to do at this point. I see the cruiser in my peripheral vision when I reach my street. It stays with me as I make my way home. They don't even stop me as I make my way inside. My mom is packing up her music notes when I shut the door behind me. She's fuming but I am about to get arrested and we don't have time to talk this out right now.

"Bella-" she begins, I put my hand up stopping her when the doorbell rings. I turned around to open the door. f**k, this is really happening.

"Good afternoon," the officer greets me. My mom comes over to me and pulls me back.

"Hi. Hello officers. How can I help you?" she asks.

"Mrs. Bla-Espinosa," one of them greets her. "We're sorry to bother you today. We're here to talk to your daughter,"

"About what? We just got back from a run," my mom pushes me further behind her. Her focus is on them. I've seen this play out dozens of times. This is the first time I'm involved.

"We just want to ask her a few questions about a party she went to last night," he explains.

"You're going to have to come back with a warrant. I am tired of you f*****g assholes always bugging my kids with this s**t. Was it not enough that you f*****g threatened my daughter, my dead daughter, for years?" she growls angrily.

"We have a warrant for her arrest," the other officer holds up a piece of paper. "We were just being respectful of detective Espinosa,"

"It's fine, mom. I didn't do anything wrong. It was just a date," I place my hand on her shoulder. Her eyes are filled with angry tears. "They just want to talk, right?"

"That's right," one answers.

"See, you can follow. I'll be fine," I reassure her.

"B.B," she sighs, shaking her head. I can see the fear in her eyes. The plea from before.

"It's fine. You know me," I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's just a couple of questions,"

"Okay," she nods.

I step outside and let the officer put me in handcuffs while the other one reads me my Miranda rights. I pushed into the back of the cruiser while my mom watches me from the front door. She's not mad anymore. She's upset because this is a very familiar scene for us. It was usually Delilah sitting where I am. I think I had sworn it would never be me, once upon a time. How ironic.

She goes back inside to get her things probably and my own. She's right. She doesn't have to stay here and deal with this s**t but she also knows that it might be too late for me. I don't want her here. Not if I have to come home to that look in her eyes every day. Not if she has to fight me every single time I do something insane. From what I gathered, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop myself and with the boys, there's no way they'll stand in my way. They were there with me. Feeding this and whatever darkness is inside of them. Her leaving is the best thing that could have happened to either of us. At least, it is right now.