Basket Case, chapter 1
Later, after Adrienne had taken her sons back to bed, and after about six cups of coffee, Mike was driving home. He wasn't really looking forward to arriving home, because his girlfriend had taken to arguing with him. Every night. It didn't realyy matter what started it, it always came down to the fact that he was never at home, he was always either visitinig Billie in hospital, or he had offered to look after Joey and Jakob while Adrienne visited him.
He did love his girlfriend, and wanted to be with her, but at the same time he was worried about Billie and he wanted to be around and on hand if anything had happened, and to know straight away what the situation was.
Mike held his breath as he turned the key in he lock, and walked through the door, ready for the outburst. But nothing happened. Usually his girlfriend would be standing there, staring at him icily. But she wasn't there. Mike began to panic, and ran upstairs to see if she was in bed, but she wasn't. There was anote lying on top of the bedsheets. He picked it up, and read it. Then he read it again, just to be sure he had read it right. And then, to be absolutley, perfectly sure there hadn't been any misunderstanding, he read it again. But ever time he read it, there was the same, heartbreaking note.
Mike,
I can't take this anymore. I don't think you love me.
Well, maybe you do, a little bit, but it's not enough.
I don't want to live like this anymore. I only have
One life, and I don't want to spend it stuck in your
Mixed up world. I'm sorry. I've taken everything
Of mine in here. I noticed there was no photos of
Us together. Weird, huh?
Xxxxx
Mike sat down on the bed for a moment, looking around the room in staunned scilence. Then he jumped up again and threw open the doors to the wardrobe. Her clothes had gone. He looked in all the cupbards in the bathroom. All her make up had gone. All her food, all her cds and dvds, everything, like she had never been here. Mike then thought about the note. There must have been some pictures of them together. He was sure of it. He went searching through all his photo albums, opening all his picture frames on case one was hiding behind there. There was nothing.
Suddenley, the phone rang. He rushed on over to it. It was Adrienne.
"Mike!" She said breathlessley. "I'm on my way to the hospital. They just rang. Billie came round! He's better! He hasn't been in a fantasy for an hour, and they think he might have broke through it somehow! I'll pick you up now, i'm coming round the corner. Tré's already here."
She rang off, and Mike looked out of the window.
Adrienne's car was turing the corner. Mike opened the door, and jumped in as she pulled up.
"Hi" She said when he'd got in. "Where's your girlfriend's car?" She asked.
"Oh. Well." Mike began. "She left me."
Adrienne nearly crashed the car. Tré stared at him.
"Shit, man!"
He did love his girlfriend, and wanted to be with her, but at the same time he was worried about Billie and he wanted to be around and on hand if anything had happened, and to know straight away what the situation was.
Mike held his breath as he turned the key in he lock, and walked through the door, ready for the outburst. But nothing happened. Usually his girlfriend would be standing there, staring at him icily. But she wasn't there. Mike began to panic, and ran upstairs to see if she was in bed, but she wasn't. There was anote lying on top of the bedsheets. He picked it up, and read it. Then he read it again, just to be sure he had read it right. And then, to be absolutley, perfectly sure there hadn't been any misunderstanding, he read it again. But ever time he read it, there was the same, heartbreaking note.
Mike,
I can't take this anymore. I don't think you love me.
Well, maybe you do, a little bit, but it's not enough.
I don't want to live like this anymore. I only have
One life, and I don't want to spend it stuck in your
Mixed up world. I'm sorry. I've taken everything
Of mine in here. I noticed there was no photos of
Us together. Weird, huh?
Xxxxx
Mike sat down on the bed for a moment, looking around the room in staunned scilence. Then he jumped up again and threw open the doors to the wardrobe. Her clothes had gone. He looked in all the cupbards in the bathroom. All her make up had gone. All her food, all her cds and dvds, everything, like she had never been here. Mike then thought about the note. There must have been some pictures of them together. He was sure of it. He went searching through all his photo albums, opening all his picture frames on case one was hiding behind there. There was nothing.
Suddenley, the phone rang. He rushed on over to it. It was Adrienne.
"Mike!" She said breathlessley. "I'm on my way to the hospital. They just rang. Billie came round! He's better! He hasn't been in a fantasy for an hour, and they think he might have broke through it somehow! I'll pick you up now, i'm coming round the corner. Tré's already here."
She rang off, and Mike looked out of the window.
Adrienne's car was turing the corner. Mike opened the door, and jumped in as she pulled up.
"Hi" She said when he'd got in. "Where's your girlfriend's car?" She asked.
"Oh. Well." Mike began. "She left me."
Adrienne nearly crashed the car. Tré stared at him.
"Shit, man!"
