good goodbye. // self para
Billie couldn't quite remember the last time she had been this happy - for once, everything was going exactly as according to plan. Her daughter was growing bigger every day, with a happy little smile and chubby little legs that reminded Billie of Flynn when they were smaller; she was on track to complete her senior year of college, about to graduate and be able to pursue her dream of being a drama teacher; her friends seemed to be happy and free, and for once it seemed like Camden wasn't on the brink of another small war no one but the locals really gave a damn about.
She should've suspected that things are never good for a very long time.
She was home with her parents and Zora, playing with her baby girl on the living room floor when the doorbell rang. As her mother was working in the office, and her father was cooking in the kitchen, Billie was careful as she got up to go open the door, leaving her little girl playing with some coloured letters on the ground. She hoped whoever was on the other end was quick, as she wanted to go get Zora ready soon to pick up Flynn fr0m work. As she reached the door, however, her heart stopped immediately in her chest - two police officers stood there, in full gear.
"Billie Adams?," one of the men questioned, to which Billie could only slightly nod. In her head, she imagined only that another one of her friends had died, or, worse - that one of them had ratted her out. "Great. You're under arrest for several charges of breaking and entering, as well as aggravated assault. Put your hands behind your back and we'll do this the easy way."
The girl couldn't move. Someone had said something; she wasn't sure who, she didn't know who could've been the person who had so happily ratted her out, but she felt too heartbroken to even be angry about it. She could only think of Flynn, who was at work, unaware of the fact his best friend, the mother of his child, was being taken into police custody; she could only think of her daughter, innocent and happy, playing in the living room floor; of her mother, who she could hear walking down the stairs and calling her name in wonder of who was at the door; of her father, who was still whistling in the kitchen, not realizing what was going on just by the front door.
"Ma'am, I said put your hands behind your back and turn around. I won't say it again."
Still, Billie didn't move. She felt dizzy, as her breath was stopped in her chest and her eyes watered just slightly.
"But... my baby gir--" Billie was never able to finish her whisper. Apparently sick of waiting, the two cops forced her out of the house, pulling her harshly by her arms, before they shoved her face first into the wall outside. While one held her there, she struggled and cried out for her father, who quickly came running but couldn't do a thing - he could only whisper to her to stay calm, that they'd get her a good lawyer, that it would be okay. Billie cried as she heard those words, because she knew that no lawyer would be able to erase her past - she thought of every time she'd fought someone, and how she'd let her rage control her as she cut off a man's hands for hurting her, and how she was sure she could even be charged as an accessory to murder because she was sure that her friends had killed people for her. She cried because she knew she wasn't going to see her daughter again ina  long time, and she wouldn't be able to kiss Flynn and hold him as they slept, and she wouldn't be able to enjoy a happy moment with her friends again.
As she cried, she was pulled away into the cops' car, which she was shoved into with no mercy. From then on, everything blurred together - the ride, the interrogation, the charges - everything stopped making sense for the girl, who, just as she'd felt thankful for all she had, lost it in a second.
