Wake Me Up When September Ends...., chapter 2
Lena was shaking by the time her and Billie Joe reached her apartment.
There was three police car's parked outside and Billie Joe took Lena's hand in his.
She looked at him and managed a weak smile through her tear's.
"Ms.Shanchez" A police officer asked and Lena nodded. "Ok we are going to have to ask you a few questions" He asked and they both followed him over to a nearby police car.
"Do you have any enemy's... I mean can you think of anyone who would do this?" He asked and Lena wiped the tear's from her cheek's before answering him. "Not at this moment no... Is it bad?" She asked and the police officer sighed before looking up at her again. "I'm not going to lie to you... It is pretty bad m'am but you can go up now" He said and Lena started to cry again.
"Don't worry" Billie Joe said and he quickly hugged her before they headed up the stairs.
When they reached her apartment door Billie Joe gasped. Lena was too shocked to say anything.
Her front door was hanging off the hinges and the word 'Bitch' was spray painted on it.
As the two of them stepped inside things got worse. Everything that wasn't gone was ruined. There was more rude words painted on the walls and the sofa was torn to pieces. The posters that were on the walls were ripped in half. Billie Joe could see half of his body on the wall and his face was ripped up on the floor.
The words 'Pay Back Bitch' were painted on the kitchen cabinets and it caught Billie's attention. Pay Back?
Lena let go off his hand and left the room.
Billie Joe took another look around and he noticed that there wasn't much stuff left.
A loud sob came from another room and Billie Joe quickly went to find out what was wrong. He entered a room that looked like it used to be a bedroom and he saw Lena sitting down next to a cabinet on the floor.
"Its all gone" She cried and Billie Joe sat on the edge of the paint soaked bed.
"What is?" He asked and Lena looked up at him.
"My money, My songs, My Cds, My guitar, My piano... The only pictures of my father that I had left" She said quietly. "All the things that I cared about... That I needed... He knew." She cried and Billie helped her up onto his lap. "Who knew babe?" He asked again and Lena rested her head on Billie's shoulder.
"The man who murdered my father... He did this."
There was three police car's parked outside and Billie Joe took Lena's hand in his.
She looked at him and managed a weak smile through her tear's.
"Ms.Shanchez" A police officer asked and Lena nodded. "Ok we are going to have to ask you a few questions" He asked and they both followed him over to a nearby police car.
"Do you have any enemy's... I mean can you think of anyone who would do this?" He asked and Lena wiped the tear's from her cheek's before answering him. "Not at this moment no... Is it bad?" She asked and the police officer sighed before looking up at her again. "I'm not going to lie to you... It is pretty bad m'am but you can go up now" He said and Lena started to cry again.
"Don't worry" Billie Joe said and he quickly hugged her before they headed up the stairs.
When they reached her apartment door Billie Joe gasped. Lena was too shocked to say anything.
Her front door was hanging off the hinges and the word 'Bitch' was spray painted on it.
As the two of them stepped inside things got worse. Everything that wasn't gone was ruined. There was more rude words painted on the walls and the sofa was torn to pieces. The posters that were on the walls were ripped in half. Billie Joe could see half of his body on the wall and his face was ripped up on the floor.
The words 'Pay Back Bitch' were painted on the kitchen cabinets and it caught Billie's attention. Pay Back?
Lena let go off his hand and left the room.
Billie Joe took another look around and he noticed that there wasn't much stuff left.
A loud sob came from another room and Billie Joe quickly went to find out what was wrong. He entered a room that looked like it used to be a bedroom and he saw Lena sitting down next to a cabinet on the floor.
"Its all gone" She cried and Billie Joe sat on the edge of the paint soaked bed.
"What is?" He asked and Lena looked up at him.
"My money, My songs, My Cds, My guitar, My piano... The only pictures of my father that I had left" She said quietly. "All the things that I cared about... That I needed... He knew." She cried and Billie helped her up onto his lap. "Who knew babe?" He asked again and Lena rested her head on Billie's shoulder.
"The man who murdered my father... He did this."
