Redundant, chapter 14
*Billie Joe's point of View*
Brad and Taylor were back. This couldn't get any better. I thought Taylor just got arrested now. This was really confusing. Adrienne looked at them with her mouth dropped open. Mom also had her mouth open. We were all shocked.
"What are you doing here?" mom asked them with a disgusted voice.
They didn't say anything. Brad just smiled at her. All of a sudden, he pushed her out of the way and walked up to me. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. Taylor helped him. Brad started yelling out stuff that I could barely make out. Mom and Adrienne climbed over them and tried to release them, but it was no use. Brad and Taylor elbowed both of them in the gut as they fell to the floor. They continued to strangle me. I tried to cough but all I could taste was blood. My eyelids felt heavy. They slowly closed as I continued struggling to breathe while being strangled.
It felt like the end... Well, close...
"Boys, what do you think you're doing?" a voice said. It was a nurse. She walked up to the two troublemakers and released them. She dragged them out of the room then walked up to me.
My eyes were still closed. I tried to breath through my mouth but I could still taste the blood. The nurse had a quick look at me. She checked my pulse then had another look at me. She turned to face Adrienne and mom.
"He's unconscious at the moment," she started "you're going to have to wait in the waiting room."
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*Adrienne's Point of View*
We were sitting in the waiting room. We felt very depressed. I just wanted to know if Billie Joe was ok. They said that they were going to get him conscious again but I couldn't trust anyone in a situation like this. I looked down onto my jeans. My jeans that I had for years with a white pattern on the left thigh. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and onto the pattern. I kept my eyes on the tear stain then looked up. I could feel the mascara I stole from Mrs. Armstrong's make-up collection smudge from the tears each time I blink.
All of a sudden, a nurse came up to us. It was the one who kicked Brad and Taylor out of the room. Her lipstick was smudged across her right cheek and she had love bites across her neck. I had a bad feeling that she just made out with Brad.
"I've got some news about Mr. Armstrong," she moaned "I'll tell you the bad news."
When she said that, all I could hear in my head were gunshots and blood splattering all over the place. I stood perfectly still. I felt a part of me paralysed.
"The bad news is that," she took a little break so she could get her breath back "sorry, I just had sex with that guy I kicked out of your room."
Mrs. Armstrong got pissed off. "Will you get on with it!?" she said, nearly raising her voice. The nurse sighed then took a deep breath.
"While Mr. Armstrong was in the emergency room, we were trying everything to get him conscious again," she took another breath and looked me in the eye "after a while, we found out that he died when I found him unconscious-"
I cut her off. "YOU B*TCH!!" I yelled out as I ran out of the waiting room and ran down the street. I continued running until I reached Mike's house. He was the only good friend I had that I could go to when I'm depressed about something to do with Billie Joe.
I knocked on the door. I had to knock about two or three times before someone answered. Mike waked out wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and he still had water dripping down on him.
"Adrienne," he started sounding a bit pissed off "why are you here?"
"Sorry Mike," I began "I didn't know that you were in the shower."
The tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I jumped up to Mike and hugged him. I started to cry. He put one of his arms around my waist.
"What's happened," he began "you can tell me."
I released my arms from him and looked at him. My clothes were wet from hugging him. I looked into his blue eyes and sighed.
"Billie Joe was sent to the hospital because he got bashed up," I started trying to explain this to Mike "and he didn't survive."
I started to cry again as Mike put an arm around my neck. He pulled me closer to him and gave me a gentle hug. I could feel tears falling down on the top of my head. He couldn't handle the pain either.
"Let me get changed then you can tell me what happened," He tried to say as he directed me to the living room "Just wait in here."
I sat down on the couch and looked down on the floor. I still couldn't handle the pain of losing the most important person to me. As I sat there, I started to bring memories back to make me feel better. All the times I spent with Billie Joe will never be forgotten. I still remember when we first met. I was like a hobo. I had nowhere to go. I was alone because my parents were murdered and my house was sold. When I met him, my life changed. He cared about me every day when we were together.
Those days are gone now. Crashing down like a storm of thunder onto my life.
"Okay tell me what happened," Mike said as he walked into the room and sat down beside me.
I told him the whole story from the fight to the death. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he held onto me and pulled me closer to his body. I felt a little bit better when he put his arms around me.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Mike released his arms from me to answer it. I didn't get up from the chair. I just remained seated.
"Hello... oh hi Mrs. Armstrong... " he said on the phone. I bet that she was going to tell him about the bad news about Billie Joe, when they will plan a funeral for him and other crap like that.
"... Yeah, Adrienne told me that," he continued "It's bad news for our band because we can't have a new lead singer or a lead guitarist... "
I froze when I heard that. Billie Joe never told me that he was in a band. I never heard him sing before nor play the guitar. I wish that I could listen to him play me a song on a guitar.
"... Really? Oh my god, that's great news!" he nearly shouted.
What good news? There can't be any if there's just been a death.
"... I'll tell her that. She'll be so happy! Bye!" he said as he hung up and sat back down next to me. He had a smile on his face.
"I've got some good news for you, Addie!" he said as he held my hand. I looked into his blue eyes. I could tell that he wasn't lying. I sighed then looked away.
"Okay," I moaned "tell me the good news..."
Brad and Taylor were back. This couldn't get any better. I thought Taylor just got arrested now. This was really confusing. Adrienne looked at them with her mouth dropped open. Mom also had her mouth open. We were all shocked.
"What are you doing here?" mom asked them with a disgusted voice.
They didn't say anything. Brad just smiled at her. All of a sudden, he pushed her out of the way and walked up to me. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. Taylor helped him. Brad started yelling out stuff that I could barely make out. Mom and Adrienne climbed over them and tried to release them, but it was no use. Brad and Taylor elbowed both of them in the gut as they fell to the floor. They continued to strangle me. I tried to cough but all I could taste was blood. My eyelids felt heavy. They slowly closed as I continued struggling to breathe while being strangled.
It felt like the end... Well, close...
"Boys, what do you think you're doing?" a voice said. It was a nurse. She walked up to the two troublemakers and released them. She dragged them out of the room then walked up to me.
My eyes were still closed. I tried to breath through my mouth but I could still taste the blood. The nurse had a quick look at me. She checked my pulse then had another look at me. She turned to face Adrienne and mom.
"He's unconscious at the moment," she started "you're going to have to wait in the waiting room."
*~*~*
*Adrienne's Point of View*
We were sitting in the waiting room. We felt very depressed. I just wanted to know if Billie Joe was ok. They said that they were going to get him conscious again but I couldn't trust anyone in a situation like this. I looked down onto my jeans. My jeans that I had for years with a white pattern on the left thigh. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and onto the pattern. I kept my eyes on the tear stain then looked up. I could feel the mascara I stole from Mrs. Armstrong's make-up collection smudge from the tears each time I blink.
All of a sudden, a nurse came up to us. It was the one who kicked Brad and Taylor out of the room. Her lipstick was smudged across her right cheek and she had love bites across her neck. I had a bad feeling that she just made out with Brad.
"I've got some news about Mr. Armstrong," she moaned "I'll tell you the bad news."
When she said that, all I could hear in my head were gunshots and blood splattering all over the place. I stood perfectly still. I felt a part of me paralysed.
"The bad news is that," she took a little break so she could get her breath back "sorry, I just had sex with that guy I kicked out of your room."
Mrs. Armstrong got pissed off. "Will you get on with it!?" she said, nearly raising her voice. The nurse sighed then took a deep breath.
"While Mr. Armstrong was in the emergency room, we were trying everything to get him conscious again," she took another breath and looked me in the eye "after a while, we found out that he died when I found him unconscious-"
I cut her off. "YOU B*TCH!!" I yelled out as I ran out of the waiting room and ran down the street. I continued running until I reached Mike's house. He was the only good friend I had that I could go to when I'm depressed about something to do with Billie Joe.
I knocked on the door. I had to knock about two or three times before someone answered. Mike waked out wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and he still had water dripping down on him.
"Adrienne," he started sounding a bit pissed off "why are you here?"
"Sorry Mike," I began "I didn't know that you were in the shower."
The tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I jumped up to Mike and hugged him. I started to cry. He put one of his arms around my waist.
"What's happened," he began "you can tell me."
I released my arms from him and looked at him. My clothes were wet from hugging him. I looked into his blue eyes and sighed.
"Billie Joe was sent to the hospital because he got bashed up," I started trying to explain this to Mike "and he didn't survive."
I started to cry again as Mike put an arm around my neck. He pulled me closer to him and gave me a gentle hug. I could feel tears falling down on the top of my head. He couldn't handle the pain either.
"Let me get changed then you can tell me what happened," He tried to say as he directed me to the living room "Just wait in here."
I sat down on the couch and looked down on the floor. I still couldn't handle the pain of losing the most important person to me. As I sat there, I started to bring memories back to make me feel better. All the times I spent with Billie Joe will never be forgotten. I still remember when we first met. I was like a hobo. I had nowhere to go. I was alone because my parents were murdered and my house was sold. When I met him, my life changed. He cared about me every day when we were together.
Those days are gone now. Crashing down like a storm of thunder onto my life.
"Okay tell me what happened," Mike said as he walked into the room and sat down beside me.
I told him the whole story from the fight to the death. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he held onto me and pulled me closer to his body. I felt a little bit better when he put his arms around me.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Mike released his arms from me to answer it. I didn't get up from the chair. I just remained seated.
"Hello... oh hi Mrs. Armstrong... " he said on the phone. I bet that she was going to tell him about the bad news about Billie Joe, when they will plan a funeral for him and other crap like that.
"... Yeah, Adrienne told me that," he continued "It's bad news for our band because we can't have a new lead singer or a lead guitarist... "
I froze when I heard that. Billie Joe never told me that he was in a band. I never heard him sing before nor play the guitar. I wish that I could listen to him play me a song on a guitar.
"... Really? Oh my god, that's great news!" he nearly shouted.
What good news? There can't be any if there's just been a death.
"... I'll tell her that. She'll be so happy! Bye!" he said as he hung up and sat back down next to me. He had a smile on his face.
"I've got some good news for you, Addie!" he said as he held my hand. I looked into his blue eyes. I could tell that he wasn't lying. I sighed then looked away.
"Okay," I moaned "tell me the good news..."
