My Own Private Suicide (Sequal to House Guests), chapter 1
***Five years later***
~*~Billie's P.O.V~*~
You woke up with a pounding headache, as usual. You couldn't remember the night before. You looked over and Trista was not there. You knew she would be at Pam's house. Every time you had an argument she would go there. You got up and took some aspirin. You loved Tris with all your heart but thing had been different since the night you caught her kissing Mike. She was drunk, he was too. They were both delusional and didn't have a clue what was going on but you still blew up, mainly at her, barely at mike. You didn't trust her. Any time she wanted to do something you wanted to know where she was and what she was doing. You glanced at the clock, 11:30. They would be up by now. You phoned and heard a groggy voice on the other end. "Hello?" "Hi." "Hi, Billie Joe. I suppose you want to talk to Trista." "Yeah." "One sec." "Hello?" "Hi babe," "Billie Joe, I don't know if I want to talk to you right now." She said snootily. "Listen, I am really sorry about last night. "Do you even remember last night?" "I, umm. Not really." "Billie Joe, I can't take this anymore." Her voice cracked. "What do you mean?" "You are constantly drunk, we fight all the time... " W-wait, what are you s-saying?" You asked, tears welling up in your eyes. You feared the next words. "I want a divorce." "No, don't be like that. We, we just have to work stuff out, that's all." "No, I have tried to work stuff out, it doesn't work." She began crying. "Don't cry, babe." "I am not your babe anymore, Billie Joe. I will be there to pick up my belongings soon." And with that, she hung up. You threw the phone down and sat on the couch, cradling your head in your hands. How could this happen?
~*~Trista's P.O.V~*~
You hung up. "It'll be ok, just watch. Shh, it's ok." Said Pam, sitting beside you. You nodded and decided to get dressed.
A while later you were outside your house. Walking in you noticed that all the lights were out. You went into the kitchen to see Billie sitting at the kitchen table, beer bottle at hand. He looked up and was surprised to see you. He was also obviously drunk. "You're here." He whispered. "I came to get my stuff." You replied, heading towards the bedroom. He grabbed your hand, but you slipped it easily out of grasp and kept going. "Don't leave. Please!" He whined from the table. You rolled your eyes and kept packing. "Please, I promise I will stop drinking and fighting." "Billie, you have already broken that promise a million times, you are drinking right now!" He looked at the beer bottle in his hand and threw it to the floor, where it shattered. "Real smart Billie." "It's gone now, see, all gone." He said, stumbling into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. "Please, don't leave me. I am begging you to please, not leave me." You spun around and looked into his eyes. They were no longer the brilliant green they once had been. They were now a dark, cloudy mud colour and were extremely tired looking and bloodshot. You went to leave past him when he grabbed your hand. "Please. Remember our vows. In sickness and health. This is sickness, you have to help me." You tried to get loose but he tightened his grip and moved closer. "Let go." "You have to help me." He pulled you so close your noses almost touched. "Billie, " "Come on." "BILLIE!" "Please." "BILLIE JOE, YOU ARE HURTING ME!" You screamed as you slapped him with your free hand. He immediately let go. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it hurt. Please, I am so sorry." "No, I am sorry. Sorry that I ever knew you." "Wait, wait. You can't leave, I still love you!" You stormed out and got in your car. You drove off to the only place you knew where to go. You wouldn't tell anyone, you would just get on a plane and leave.
~*~Billie's P.O.V~*~
You sat, sobbing for hours. She was gone now. Left you for good and now everything was coming down. She was the one you had truly loved her for nine years but now it was over and she didn't love you back. Everything was just so difficult. You scolded yourself for not trusting her. It was one kiss and you forgave Mike easily. You were all alone in the world now. You couldn't take the feeling of being on your own. You go off the bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Digging through the drawers until you found it. You held the exacta knife to your skin and slid cleanly across your wrist. You felt a slight stinging but everything was mostly numb. You watched the blood appear in a clean line and pour onto the floor, not attempting to stop it. You just waited until you blacked out and slumped to the floor.
~*~Billie's P.O.V~*~
You woke up with a pounding headache, as usual. You couldn't remember the night before. You looked over and Trista was not there. You knew she would be at Pam's house. Every time you had an argument she would go there. You got up and took some aspirin. You loved Tris with all your heart but thing had been different since the night you caught her kissing Mike. She was drunk, he was too. They were both delusional and didn't have a clue what was going on but you still blew up, mainly at her, barely at mike. You didn't trust her. Any time she wanted to do something you wanted to know where she was and what she was doing. You glanced at the clock, 11:30. They would be up by now. You phoned and heard a groggy voice on the other end. "Hello?" "Hi." "Hi, Billie Joe. I suppose you want to talk to Trista." "Yeah." "One sec." "Hello?" "Hi babe," "Billie Joe, I don't know if I want to talk to you right now." She said snootily. "Listen, I am really sorry about last night. "Do you even remember last night?" "I, umm. Not really." "Billie Joe, I can't take this anymore." Her voice cracked. "What do you mean?" "You are constantly drunk, we fight all the time... " W-wait, what are you s-saying?" You asked, tears welling up in your eyes. You feared the next words. "I want a divorce." "No, don't be like that. We, we just have to work stuff out, that's all." "No, I have tried to work stuff out, it doesn't work." She began crying. "Don't cry, babe." "I am not your babe anymore, Billie Joe. I will be there to pick up my belongings soon." And with that, she hung up. You threw the phone down and sat on the couch, cradling your head in your hands. How could this happen?
~*~Trista's P.O.V~*~
You hung up. "It'll be ok, just watch. Shh, it's ok." Said Pam, sitting beside you. You nodded and decided to get dressed.
A while later you were outside your house. Walking in you noticed that all the lights were out. You went into the kitchen to see Billie sitting at the kitchen table, beer bottle at hand. He looked up and was surprised to see you. He was also obviously drunk. "You're here." He whispered. "I came to get my stuff." You replied, heading towards the bedroom. He grabbed your hand, but you slipped it easily out of grasp and kept going. "Don't leave. Please!" He whined from the table. You rolled your eyes and kept packing. "Please, I promise I will stop drinking and fighting." "Billie, you have already broken that promise a million times, you are drinking right now!" He looked at the beer bottle in his hand and threw it to the floor, where it shattered. "Real smart Billie." "It's gone now, see, all gone." He said, stumbling into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. "Please, don't leave me. I am begging you to please, not leave me." You spun around and looked into his eyes. They were no longer the brilliant green they once had been. They were now a dark, cloudy mud colour and were extremely tired looking and bloodshot. You went to leave past him when he grabbed your hand. "Please. Remember our vows. In sickness and health. This is sickness, you have to help me." You tried to get loose but he tightened his grip and moved closer. "Let go." "You have to help me." He pulled you so close your noses almost touched. "Billie, " "Come on." "BILLIE!" "Please." "BILLIE JOE, YOU ARE HURTING ME!" You screamed as you slapped him with your free hand. He immediately let go. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it hurt. Please, I am so sorry." "No, I am sorry. Sorry that I ever knew you." "Wait, wait. You can't leave, I still love you!" You stormed out and got in your car. You drove off to the only place you knew where to go. You wouldn't tell anyone, you would just get on a plane and leave.
~*~Billie's P.O.V~*~
You sat, sobbing for hours. She was gone now. Left you for good and now everything was coming down. She was the one you had truly loved her for nine years but now it was over and she didn't love you back. Everything was just so difficult. You scolded yourself for not trusting her. It was one kiss and you forgave Mike easily. You were all alone in the world now. You couldn't take the feeling of being on your own. You go off the bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Digging through the drawers until you found it. You held the exacta knife to your skin and slid cleanly across your wrist. You felt a slight stinging but everything was mostly numb. You watched the blood appear in a clean line and pour onto the floor, not attempting to stop it. You just waited until you blacked out and slumped to the floor.
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