Billie Joe, chapter 2
The people were Green Day. Billie Joe walked in and kissed my cheek. "Urm, Hello..." I said. I flicked on some news, and it had a picture of me. "'Please bring our child home who ever stole her'" the TV blared. I called my mom. "You idiot, I'm not stolen." "Yeah I didnt get to slap you yesterday!" "Oh well. I HATE YOU!!!" "Ha, you love me!" "FUCKING IDIOT" I saw a confused Billie Joe and hung up the phone. "Kaylee I'm 18 fucking years old and she wants me still..." I said. "Only to hurt you, don't go back," she replied. I nodded in Billie Joe's direction. "Oh that was someone else," she said. "Woah woah woah why did you call your mom a fucking idiot then?" he asked. "Um..." "She-" "Lies-" "About stuff." Kaylee and I said. We nodded. Kaylee nudged me. "Tell him!" she hissed. "Fine!" I snapped. I pulled up my sleeve a little. Billie Joe's eyes widened. "So she does..." he muttered. He hugged me and told me he had to go. "Bye Billie Joe!" Kaylee and I said. He kissed me on my lips and left.
Two Weeks Later
"KAYLEE YOU IDIOT GET UP YOU HAVE TO DRIVE ME TO BILLIE JOE'S HOUSE!" I said, kicking her matress. She didnt wake up. I ended up walking to Billie Joe's house. "Billie! C'mon open the door I'm fucking freezing you idiot..." I muttered. I kicked the door a lot, but nothing. I walked around to the back. I busted open the back door and looked around. "BILLIE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" I shouted. I felt a hand on my mouth. "Shut up, bitch," a low voice said. I kicked as he dragged me to a closet. "DON'T TOUCH HER!" I heard Billie Joe say. I felt cold steel on my head. "One step closer, she gets it," the man said. "I said, don't touch her," Billie repeated. "Ok, that earned you something," the man said. He shot Billie Joe in the stomache. I screamed. "Billie Joe!" I shrieked as he fell. "One word, kid, and he's really dead," the man said. He pulled me into a bedroom and fucked me. I cried everytime he touched me. I fell into a fitful sleep and woke up with the man gone. I ran to where Billie Joe was and saw the man. "IF you tell anyone anything hes dead and so are you," he said and ran off. I sobbed next to the unconcious Billie Joe. I called an ambulance and told them he got shot in a bar. I held his cold hand while I waited. When it arrived i got Billie Joe's car and drove to the hospital. After what seemed like ages, I was allowed to see him. I looked at him in the needles and stuff and sobbed. He woke up and said, "Where am I?" I told him. Except about the man fucking me. I leaned in and kissed him.
Two Weeks Later
"KAYLEE YOU IDIOT GET UP YOU HAVE TO DRIVE ME TO BILLIE JOE'S HOUSE!" I said, kicking her matress. She didnt wake up. I ended up walking to Billie Joe's house. "Billie! C'mon open the door I'm fucking freezing you idiot..." I muttered. I kicked the door a lot, but nothing. I walked around to the back. I busted open the back door and looked around. "BILLIE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" I shouted. I felt a hand on my mouth. "Shut up, bitch," a low voice said. I kicked as he dragged me to a closet. "DON'T TOUCH HER!" I heard Billie Joe say. I felt cold steel on my head. "One step closer, she gets it," the man said. "I said, don't touch her," Billie repeated. "Ok, that earned you something," the man said. He shot Billie Joe in the stomache. I screamed. "Billie Joe!" I shrieked as he fell. "One word, kid, and he's really dead," the man said. He pulled me into a bedroom and fucked me. I cried everytime he touched me. I fell into a fitful sleep and woke up with the man gone. I ran to where Billie Joe was and saw the man. "IF you tell anyone anything hes dead and so are you," he said and ran off. I sobbed next to the unconcious Billie Joe. I called an ambulance and told them he got shot in a bar. I held his cold hand while I waited. When it arrived i got Billie Joe's car and drove to the hospital. After what seemed like ages, I was allowed to see him. I looked at him in the needles and stuff and sobbed. He woke up and said, "Where am I?" I told him. Except about the man fucking me. I leaned in and kissed him.
