A Hurricane Of Fucking Lies, chapter 26
"What do you mean he is doing it as you?" Adie asked, just a little confused on how her son and husband traded places.
"He took everything. My driver's licence, my ID, my credit cards, and you know how he looks like me, well he can rent hotel rooms and shit under Billie Joe Armstrong. And drink. Let's not forget that," said Billie Joe, beyond the mad point. He was worried. 16 was not old enough to be out there on your own.
"So he is out there, alone. With a girl who can't even fucking walk. What is he supposed to do for food, clothes??? What is my baby going to do without us, Billie? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE GOING TO DO!!!!???" asked Adie, weeping onto her run-away son's bedspread. Billie Joe stayed strong and stayed with Adie, telling her everything was going to be ok. But he wasn't sure himself.
*2 Hours later; Armstrong residence*
"Ok Mr. And Mrs. Armstrong, I have a few questions to ask you," said some cop, who was going to try to find Joey. But probably fail. You know cops. But it's the only thing that the Armstrong's could think of at the time.
"Why dont' you just cut to the chase buddy, my Joey is out there all alone and you aren't doing a damn thing about it!" yelled Adie, ticked off at the slow progress. She had no idea where the hell her son was, and that bothered her. Why would he run away? She thought she gave him a good life, a nice house, good food, wonderful clothes, a loving family. I guess the family she has built up for so long was starting to crumble after she told Billie Joe what she did. Joey meet Ashley, broke her rules, and now because of this girl, he is running away. Jakob won't listen to her. And Crystel offers no support because well she is a baby. She was just so upset the way her family turned out, it was not working the way it was supposed to. And she couldn't help but blame herself.
"Just calm down dear. They need to know my plate number and everything, so they can track him easier, ok?" Said Billie Joe, hugging his worried wife's waist.
"Ok, do you have any idea where your son was going? Any clue?" asked the officer, who was taking notes and on every word they said.
"Well, we think he was going to Oakland. Somewhere around Oakland," answered Billie Joe, hoping this would lead them to his son.
"Ok, was he with anyone. A friend, anyone?" asked the officer once again, hoping to find out what this kid was up to.
"He was with his girlfriend, Ashley Thompson. Great girl," said Billie Joe, taking a strand of his hair and twisting it, nervously.
"What does Ms. Thompson look like and what are they planning on doing?" asked the officer, asking them one final question before he set off to find this kid.
"Well let's see Ashley. About 5'4, slender, blonde hair, hazel eyes. Oh and she had a stab wound and will probably be carrying crutches. And you have a picture of our son. Let's see, I think they want to run away together, you know start a life. He took my ID, my credit cards, because well officer, as you can see, we look very much alike."
"Well no offense, because you guys are very nice people, but your son is a little on the dumb side. We are going to find this kid in a matter of minutes if he's posing as you. We just need to track your credit card, so just give us the number and we can find your son in like under a day. No doubt about it," said the officer, glad this case didn't turn out to be a hard one.
"Oh thank god. Thank you so much officer, sorry for the bitchy outburst," said Adie, giving the officer a warm smile.
"It's ok, lady. Don't' worry, I've heard...and seen, much much worse. If I was in the same position as you, I'd be scared as hell," said the officer. "You folks have a great evening. We will bring back Joesph as soon as possible."
The Armstrong's went back inside. It was not going to be a nice night. Not when Joey is out on his own. Alone with a handicapped girl. It would be a sleepless night full of worrying, and tears.
*Hotel in Oakland, 3 AM*
"GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" yelled somebody outside of Joey and Ashley's hotel room.
"Joey, wake up! I think the cops found us," Ashley cried, shaking her sleepy boyfriend.
"They couldn't' of. I'm under my dad's name, like every where," said Joey, so tired and pissed that someone woke him up. And apparently, found him.
"Mr. Armstrong, Ms. Thompson, get in the car," said the officers, one of them picking up Ashley and another carrying her crutches as Joey was pulled away into a separate cop car.
"Ashley!!! I love you!!! I'm sorry if this didn't work out!!!!" yelled Joey as the cop car sped away, leaving Ashley in the arms of a police officer, and then into a cop car, and then to her "parent" house, Winston.
*Hour after Arrival to her dad's house*
"God damn it girl, when are you going to learn!" yelled Winston Thompson, slapping Ashley in the face, hard. For the tenth time.
"Never dad. You wanna know why?? Huh Mister tough guy? Well because I have a heart, thats' right, not a black hole in the middle of my stomach. I know that may be hard for you to grasp, considering you have no idea what the hell that feels like. But I know what it's like to love someone, to care from them, to want to die for them. Not some fuck buddy that I can have "legacy" children with and then divorce and force her to move out of state, with your "legacy" children who dont' give a rats ass what the hell happens to their so called father. So sorry dad, I don't think I'm ever going to learn anything from you, expect what it's like to be a fucking jerk!"
That's what got Ashley Thompson sleeping on the floor of her wooden floored room, after being kicked in the ribs (the side that didn't get stabbed) 28 times. And that's why the next morning she ended up at Tara's house, crying her eyes out.
"Honey, why didn't you tell the officer that you were staying with me, here?" asked Tara, bandaging up Ashley's ribs as they swelled to 3 times their normal size, and two were broken. Ashley's face had already swelled up to the size of a softball.
"Because he wouldn't listen to me. Because when you and dad had me, I guess that he signed the papers to my birth certificate. I have no idea mother, but all I know is that he is going to fucking get away with this. He is one of the good ol' boys. No fucking judge is going to send him to jail, because he is probably good friends with the judge. So once again, Big Bad Winston Thompson gets away with child abuse!"
"Don't worry Ashley, you never have to go over there again. Just remember never to get in any trouble with the police, because that is where you are going to end up, again. Why dont' you go upstairs and take a nap, you'll feel better," Tara suggested, and Ashley went up to her room. And called the one person she could trust, Joey.
Unfortunately, Joesph Armstrong would not be picking up his phone. Adrienne Armstrong would be, and it wouldn't' turn out in Ashley's favor.
"He took everything. My driver's licence, my ID, my credit cards, and you know how he looks like me, well he can rent hotel rooms and shit under Billie Joe Armstrong. And drink. Let's not forget that," said Billie Joe, beyond the mad point. He was worried. 16 was not old enough to be out there on your own.
"So he is out there, alone. With a girl who can't even fucking walk. What is he supposed to do for food, clothes??? What is my baby going to do without us, Billie? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE GOING TO DO!!!!???" asked Adie, weeping onto her run-away son's bedspread. Billie Joe stayed strong and stayed with Adie, telling her everything was going to be ok. But he wasn't sure himself.
*2 Hours later; Armstrong residence*
"Ok Mr. And Mrs. Armstrong, I have a few questions to ask you," said some cop, who was going to try to find Joey. But probably fail. You know cops. But it's the only thing that the Armstrong's could think of at the time.
"Why dont' you just cut to the chase buddy, my Joey is out there all alone and you aren't doing a damn thing about it!" yelled Adie, ticked off at the slow progress. She had no idea where the hell her son was, and that bothered her. Why would he run away? She thought she gave him a good life, a nice house, good food, wonderful clothes, a loving family. I guess the family she has built up for so long was starting to crumble after she told Billie Joe what she did. Joey meet Ashley, broke her rules, and now because of this girl, he is running away. Jakob won't listen to her. And Crystel offers no support because well she is a baby. She was just so upset the way her family turned out, it was not working the way it was supposed to. And she couldn't help but blame herself.
"Just calm down dear. They need to know my plate number and everything, so they can track him easier, ok?" Said Billie Joe, hugging his worried wife's waist.
"Ok, do you have any idea where your son was going? Any clue?" asked the officer, who was taking notes and on every word they said.
"Well, we think he was going to Oakland. Somewhere around Oakland," answered Billie Joe, hoping this would lead them to his son.
"Ok, was he with anyone. A friend, anyone?" asked the officer once again, hoping to find out what this kid was up to.
"He was with his girlfriend, Ashley Thompson. Great girl," said Billie Joe, taking a strand of his hair and twisting it, nervously.
"What does Ms. Thompson look like and what are they planning on doing?" asked the officer, asking them one final question before he set off to find this kid.
"Well let's see Ashley. About 5'4, slender, blonde hair, hazel eyes. Oh and she had a stab wound and will probably be carrying crutches. And you have a picture of our son. Let's see, I think they want to run away together, you know start a life. He took my ID, my credit cards, because well officer, as you can see, we look very much alike."
"Well no offense, because you guys are very nice people, but your son is a little on the dumb side. We are going to find this kid in a matter of minutes if he's posing as you. We just need to track your credit card, so just give us the number and we can find your son in like under a day. No doubt about it," said the officer, glad this case didn't turn out to be a hard one.
"Oh thank god. Thank you so much officer, sorry for the bitchy outburst," said Adie, giving the officer a warm smile.
"It's ok, lady. Don't' worry, I've heard...and seen, much much worse. If I was in the same position as you, I'd be scared as hell," said the officer. "You folks have a great evening. We will bring back Joesph as soon as possible."
The Armstrong's went back inside. It was not going to be a nice night. Not when Joey is out on his own. Alone with a handicapped girl. It would be a sleepless night full of worrying, and tears.
*Hotel in Oakland, 3 AM*
"GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" yelled somebody outside of Joey and Ashley's hotel room.
"Joey, wake up! I think the cops found us," Ashley cried, shaking her sleepy boyfriend.
"They couldn't' of. I'm under my dad's name, like every where," said Joey, so tired and pissed that someone woke him up. And apparently, found him.
"Mr. Armstrong, Ms. Thompson, get in the car," said the officers, one of them picking up Ashley and another carrying her crutches as Joey was pulled away into a separate cop car.
"Ashley!!! I love you!!! I'm sorry if this didn't work out!!!!" yelled Joey as the cop car sped away, leaving Ashley in the arms of a police officer, and then into a cop car, and then to her "parent" house, Winston.
*Hour after Arrival to her dad's house*
"God damn it girl, when are you going to learn!" yelled Winston Thompson, slapping Ashley in the face, hard. For the tenth time.
"Never dad. You wanna know why?? Huh Mister tough guy? Well because I have a heart, thats' right, not a black hole in the middle of my stomach. I know that may be hard for you to grasp, considering you have no idea what the hell that feels like. But I know what it's like to love someone, to care from them, to want to die for them. Not some fuck buddy that I can have "legacy" children with and then divorce and force her to move out of state, with your "legacy" children who dont' give a rats ass what the hell happens to their so called father. So sorry dad, I don't think I'm ever going to learn anything from you, expect what it's like to be a fucking jerk!"
That's what got Ashley Thompson sleeping on the floor of her wooden floored room, after being kicked in the ribs (the side that didn't get stabbed) 28 times. And that's why the next morning she ended up at Tara's house, crying her eyes out.
"Honey, why didn't you tell the officer that you were staying with me, here?" asked Tara, bandaging up Ashley's ribs as they swelled to 3 times their normal size, and two were broken. Ashley's face had already swelled up to the size of a softball.
"Because he wouldn't listen to me. Because when you and dad had me, I guess that he signed the papers to my birth certificate. I have no idea mother, but all I know is that he is going to fucking get away with this. He is one of the good ol' boys. No fucking judge is going to send him to jail, because he is probably good friends with the judge. So once again, Big Bad Winston Thompson gets away with child abuse!"
"Don't worry Ashley, you never have to go over there again. Just remember never to get in any trouble with the police, because that is where you are going to end up, again. Why dont' you go upstairs and take a nap, you'll feel better," Tara suggested, and Ashley went up to her room. And called the one person she could trust, Joey.
Unfortunately, Joesph Armstrong would not be picking up his phone. Adrienne Armstrong would be, and it wouldn't' turn out in Ashley's favor.
