Redundant, chapter 29
My eyes snapped open as soon as I heard my bedroom door creek open the next morning. I quickly and without patience brought my head up off my bed, sat up as I said "Adrienne?"
False alarm. It was only Ollie. Aka: mom.
"Fuck." I then whispered to myself.
"Billie, I know how you feel," mom spoke as she sat down beside me on my bed "but I don't appreciate you using that language."
"Sorry!" I apologized sarcastically.
Silence aroused us. It lasted for a moment until I broke down into tears, thinking about my loss.
"It isn't fair," I cried "why do I have to be the unlucky one?"
"You're not unlucky," the elder women comforted "don't say such a thing like that."
"But it's true," I yelled "if I was lucky, Adrienne would still be here! But she's gone and I can't bring her back!"
"It's okay, Billie Joe," she continued "it's all okay."
"No it isn't." I argued
"Yes it is," she butted in "just calm down."
I attempted to calm down as she started massaging my shoulders. It reminded me of one of my most treasured memories with Adrienne from the past year.
"Is anything wrong, Billie?" Adrienne asked me.
"Nah," I replied with a sigh "just tired. Three hours of band practise sure is tiring."
"Come here," the brunette instructed "I'll make you feel better."
I sat down beside her on the living room couch and twisted my back towards her. She grabbed me by the shoulders and started squeezing me gently and smoothly. The movement of her hand on me felt somehow refreshing and a slight turn on.
A while after she finished her massage, I turned back to face her. I slowly cupped her face and brought it slightly closer to mine. Giving her a slow pash, I quietly murmured against her lips "thanks for that." The whole thing nearly turned into sex.
"Thanks for your attempt to cheer me up mom," I thanked "but I don't think you can heal this wound. She's like a drug. One shot, I'm hooked forever. Now she's gone and I wont be able to see her again."
"Can't you keep in contacts with her," mom questioned me "like you both had cell phones with each other's numbers on them. Can't you keep in contact with her that way?"
I pulled my cell phone out my pocket and searched through my list of contacts. I came across her number and dialled it. But something wasn't right. I heard a ringing coming from the other side of my bed. I looked over the edge of the bed to find Adrienne's cell phone sitting there on the floor, ringing and vibrating away.
The thought of it sitting there somehow ate through my insides. My anger rose once again as I purposely threw my phone against my bedroom wall, not giving a care if it was damaged or not.
"I paid for that phone," mom yelled out "what kind of person would waste away a phone as good as that for no reason?"
"I had a damn good reason," I complained "I'm just too damn pissed off!"
"Dear god, Billie," Ollie sighed with dis-belief "what am I going to do with you?"
The elder got off the bed and headed for the door. Before she left, she said:
"By the way, I'm going to a business meeting tonight with my co-workers. That will leave you and Mike alone tonight. I want you two to behave. Alright?"
"Fine." I murmured, nearly sounding like a profanity.
Ollie finally left me alone and headed downstairs to make our breakfast. I wasn't in the mood for food. I wasn't in the mood for anything. All I was in the mood for was an 8 lettered object which I was in desperate need of.
Adrienne.
"You will see her again." I repeated over and over to myself, trying to make me feel better. Then I had another thought:
If Green Day ever get a recording contract and starts making records and getting into the mainstream scene and you pull on live shows and tour around the country, there is no way you will never see her again. She will hear about your success and will go to your show and talk to you again. For this to happen you and green Day better work hard. Work as a team. There is hope.
"Yesh," I lisped to myself "there ish hope."
* * *
It was somewhere between 5:30 and 6:00. nearly one whole day without seeing her. But it also meant that Ollie had to leave for her so called 'business meeting' soon.
I sat on the couch beside Mike, my closest friend. We were watching MTV on the crappy little T.V in the living room. Well, I wasn't the one watching MTV, Mike was. I was just thinking about my entire life.
"Okay bois," Ollie said in the arch way connecting the living room to the hallway "I'm going now and I want you boys to behave. Alright?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Armstrong." Mike replied politely.
"Why can't you talk like that to me Billie?" mom teased as I groaned angrily.
"Well I'd better be off," she quickly said "Goodbye, and behave."
The door closed. Neither one of us made a sound. The only noise we could hear was the heavy metal music pounding from Metallica's heavy music beats and riffs on MTV.
I wasn't focused on that. I had something else on my mind.
I had a flashback to the day I died. The fight that actually killed me. It hit me that I died for her. For Adrienne. It was all because of that bastard Taylor. That gothic, fascist bastard who ruined part of my life. I hated him.
However, I had another thought.
Brad.
My step father who attempted to kill me and get me into trouble.
But it wasn't just that. I remembered a few years ago when I was going out with Aveerla my cousin. I was walking out of mom's bathroom and found Brad sneaking into the wardrobe. I didn't make a sound. He didn't know I was there. He snuck into the room, stayed in there for a few seconds and hen came out. By the noise he was making, he was hiding something. When he came out of the wardrobe, he caught my eye contact.
"What's in the 'drobe?" I asked with my arms folded across my bare chest.
"Nothing." He hesitated.
"Bullshit it's nothing," I said.
I repeated myself but this time leaving a small pause in between words. "What's in the 'drobe?"
He said nothing. He walked up to me and looked straight into my eye since I was only slightly shorter than him. He brought up his right hand, spread his fingers out and clutched my throat.
"Never ever question my authority" he threatened as he started choking me with his single hand "or else."
He pushed me backwards and walked out the room, leaving me on the floor, gasping for breath.
Then I realised something. What if that mischievous item was still hiding in that small room? The most important question was what is it and why is it so secretive?
I threw myself off the couch and ran upstairs, leaving Mike to do whatever he desired.
"Billie," he called from downstairs "what the hell's wrong with you?"
I ignored him and ran into Ollie's room and zoomed through the beaded door of the wardrobe. There was a pile of boxes crammed in a small corner, all property of Brad. I thought to myself that maybe it would be he very back one. I looked closely at the box only to get a slight scent of something quite inviting.
Old marijuana.
They were all blue boxes all containing old and useless cannabis. I threw each box over my shoulder to get to the very bottom box. It was strange. All the blue boxes were sealed firmly with several layers of sticky tape on the ends but there was a green box in the very back corner with duct tape wrapped all around it. I picked the box up. It was quite heavy. Without a care, I pulled the tape off, nearly ripping the lid of the box off. There was a layer of bubble wrap tightly wrapped around a fairly slim object. I pulled the wrap off to reveal the heavy object inside. A metal object.
I looked at the grey, shimmering object and smiled...
False alarm. It was only Ollie. Aka: mom.
"Fuck." I then whispered to myself.
"Billie, I know how you feel," mom spoke as she sat down beside me on my bed "but I don't appreciate you using that language."
"Sorry!" I apologized sarcastically.
Silence aroused us. It lasted for a moment until I broke down into tears, thinking about my loss.
"It isn't fair," I cried "why do I have to be the unlucky one?"
"You're not unlucky," the elder women comforted "don't say such a thing like that."
"But it's true," I yelled "if I was lucky, Adrienne would still be here! But she's gone and I can't bring her back!"
"It's okay, Billie Joe," she continued "it's all okay."
"No it isn't." I argued
"Yes it is," she butted in "just calm down."
I attempted to calm down as she started massaging my shoulders. It reminded me of one of my most treasured memories with Adrienne from the past year.
"Is anything wrong, Billie?" Adrienne asked me.
"Nah," I replied with a sigh "just tired. Three hours of band practise sure is tiring."
"Come here," the brunette instructed "I'll make you feel better."
I sat down beside her on the living room couch and twisted my back towards her. She grabbed me by the shoulders and started squeezing me gently and smoothly. The movement of her hand on me felt somehow refreshing and a slight turn on.
A while after she finished her massage, I turned back to face her. I slowly cupped her face and brought it slightly closer to mine. Giving her a slow pash, I quietly murmured against her lips "thanks for that." The whole thing nearly turned into sex.
"Thanks for your attempt to cheer me up mom," I thanked "but I don't think you can heal this wound. She's like a drug. One shot, I'm hooked forever. Now she's gone and I wont be able to see her again."
"Can't you keep in contacts with her," mom questioned me "like you both had cell phones with each other's numbers on them. Can't you keep in contact with her that way?"
I pulled my cell phone out my pocket and searched through my list of contacts. I came across her number and dialled it. But something wasn't right. I heard a ringing coming from the other side of my bed. I looked over the edge of the bed to find Adrienne's cell phone sitting there on the floor, ringing and vibrating away.
The thought of it sitting there somehow ate through my insides. My anger rose once again as I purposely threw my phone against my bedroom wall, not giving a care if it was damaged or not.
"I paid for that phone," mom yelled out "what kind of person would waste away a phone as good as that for no reason?"
"I had a damn good reason," I complained "I'm just too damn pissed off!"
"Dear god, Billie," Ollie sighed with dis-belief "what am I going to do with you?"
The elder got off the bed and headed for the door. Before she left, she said:
"By the way, I'm going to a business meeting tonight with my co-workers. That will leave you and Mike alone tonight. I want you two to behave. Alright?"
"Fine." I murmured, nearly sounding like a profanity.
Ollie finally left me alone and headed downstairs to make our breakfast. I wasn't in the mood for food. I wasn't in the mood for anything. All I was in the mood for was an 8 lettered object which I was in desperate need of.
Adrienne.
"You will see her again." I repeated over and over to myself, trying to make me feel better. Then I had another thought:
If Green Day ever get a recording contract and starts making records and getting into the mainstream scene and you pull on live shows and tour around the country, there is no way you will never see her again. She will hear about your success and will go to your show and talk to you again. For this to happen you and green Day better work hard. Work as a team. There is hope.
"Yesh," I lisped to myself "there ish hope."
* * *
It was somewhere between 5:30 and 6:00. nearly one whole day without seeing her. But it also meant that Ollie had to leave for her so called 'business meeting' soon.
I sat on the couch beside Mike, my closest friend. We were watching MTV on the crappy little T.V in the living room. Well, I wasn't the one watching MTV, Mike was. I was just thinking about my entire life.
"Okay bois," Ollie said in the arch way connecting the living room to the hallway "I'm going now and I want you boys to behave. Alright?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Armstrong." Mike replied politely.
"Why can't you talk like that to me Billie?" mom teased as I groaned angrily.
"Well I'd better be off," she quickly said "Goodbye, and behave."
The door closed. Neither one of us made a sound. The only noise we could hear was the heavy metal music pounding from Metallica's heavy music beats and riffs on MTV.
I wasn't focused on that. I had something else on my mind.
I had a flashback to the day I died. The fight that actually killed me. It hit me that I died for her. For Adrienne. It was all because of that bastard Taylor. That gothic, fascist bastard who ruined part of my life. I hated him.
However, I had another thought.
Brad.
My step father who attempted to kill me and get me into trouble.
But it wasn't just that. I remembered a few years ago when I was going out with Aveerla my cousin. I was walking out of mom's bathroom and found Brad sneaking into the wardrobe. I didn't make a sound. He didn't know I was there. He snuck into the room, stayed in there for a few seconds and hen came out. By the noise he was making, he was hiding something. When he came out of the wardrobe, he caught my eye contact.
"What's in the 'drobe?" I asked with my arms folded across my bare chest.
"Nothing." He hesitated.
"Bullshit it's nothing," I said.
I repeated myself but this time leaving a small pause in between words. "What's in the 'drobe?"
He said nothing. He walked up to me and looked straight into my eye since I was only slightly shorter than him. He brought up his right hand, spread his fingers out and clutched my throat.
"Never ever question my authority" he threatened as he started choking me with his single hand "or else."
He pushed me backwards and walked out the room, leaving me on the floor, gasping for breath.
Then I realised something. What if that mischievous item was still hiding in that small room? The most important question was what is it and why is it so secretive?
I threw myself off the couch and ran upstairs, leaving Mike to do whatever he desired.
"Billie," he called from downstairs "what the hell's wrong with you?"
I ignored him and ran into Ollie's room and zoomed through the beaded door of the wardrobe. There was a pile of boxes crammed in a small corner, all property of Brad. I thought to myself that maybe it would be he very back one. I looked closely at the box only to get a slight scent of something quite inviting.
Old marijuana.
They were all blue boxes all containing old and useless cannabis. I threw each box over my shoulder to get to the very bottom box. It was strange. All the blue boxes were sealed firmly with several layers of sticky tape on the ends but there was a green box in the very back corner with duct tape wrapped all around it. I picked the box up. It was quite heavy. Without a care, I pulled the tape off, nearly ripping the lid of the box off. There was a layer of bubble wrap tightly wrapped around a fairly slim object. I pulled the wrap off to reveal the heavy object inside. A metal object.
I looked at the grey, shimmering object and smiled...
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