Take Me With You, chapter 11
Billie didn't stop kissing me as the phone continued to ring.
"Billie shouldn't you... Uh...?" I asked trying to get his attention.
"Uh uh." Was all he replied.
I think heard try sigh loudly and get up and answer the phone.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Who?... Oh yea sure." Tre spoke into the phone.
"Bill, it's for you someone named Adrienne?" Tre said handing the phone to Billie alittle confused.
Billie stoping kissing me but didn't move. He looked straight into my eyes. My face turned from fun and playful to pissed off and hurt. I tried to move from under him but he wouldn't let me move.
"Billie." I said angerly through my teeth, but he still didn't budge.
He took the phone from Tre as a tried to push my way out from under him. I stopped squirming and looked at him in shock as he answered the call.
"Hello?" He spoke.
I was so angry that he wouldn't let me move and most importantly that he was answering a call to the girl who he cheated on me with. So in one quick motion I drove my knee hard and fast into Billie's crotch. He fell to the floor clutched in a ball. I stepped over him and ran to our room. I could hear Tre laughing and Billie trying to speak into the phone. A couple of minutes later I heard Billie hang up the phone. He didn't come into the room to apologize to explain anything, so I opened the door and stood in the door way with my arms folded.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"Uh... She.. Um... She says she's pregnant." Billie said in barly a whisper obviously in shock.
"SHE WHAT?!" I screamed.
He didn't say anymore he just stared at the carpet. I screamed in anger went back into the bedroom, slamming the door on the way in, and dressed put on makeup grabbed my car keys and exited the house. I drove anywhere at first just to get away. Then I came to a bar. I parked the car and went inside, not thinking about my age, Billie, the pregnancy or anything. I took a seat on a car stole next to a man who smelt of some horrible alcohol substance.
"What can I getcha?" the bar tender asked me.
"Um I'll take a beer... You know make that a shot of captain morgan." I said with a smile, I truly for once didn't care about anything.
"Here ya go." the bartender said while setting the drink infront of me.
I downed in one quick move and motioned for another. About an hour later I had had 7 or so shots of captain morgan and wasn't doing to well, in other words I was well passed drunk. The man I was sitting next to wasn't as drunk as me and offered to drive me home. I declined his offer, but he knew I was to drunk to make decisions on my own so he helped me off the bar stole, paid my tab and caught me before I fell on the ground. He took me to his car and leaned me up against it while he opened the door and then helped me in. He went to the driver's side and hopped in. He didn't start the car but turned to me and placed his hand on my leg. I hit it away knowing what he was doing. But I was so weak from all the alcohol it was hard to fight back. He pulled me down and held my shoulders tight. Grabbing my knees tightly he forced my legs apart and sat up straight and began to unbuckle his belt. With one last hope of strenghth I kicked him hard in the face and fall out of the car onto my hands and knees. I tried standing but I couldn't I could only crawl on the concrete causing scraps and sratches on my knees and hands. A waitress just ending her shift came out of the bar and say me crawling on the ground.
"Hey sweetheart what happened?" he asked.
"I couldn't talk either from being to drunk or from what just almost happened to me. "Alright that's ok. Here I'll take you home. I've seen you with Mike, Tre and Billie, I'm a good friend of Mike's I'll take you back there.
A couple minutes passed as she drove me home. Once we got there she supported me and used my keys to get inside. Once inside she made sure I couldn't stand by myself, set down my keys and left the house. As soon as the door shut I fell to my bloodly hands and knees again to weak to move I laid on the floor and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in extreme pain, my head, shoulders and knees all hurt like hell. I slowly took off my jacket, now sitting on the couch. I was suddenly extremely nauseous and ran to the bathroom where I threw up for the next 3 or 4 hours. Finished with that I brushed my teeth and slowly walked to the kitchen and took a few asprains. I sat on the couch with my head leaned back and my eyes closed, wondering where everyone was. My question was answered when everyone came through the door. I squeezed my eyes shut their bickering hurt my head.
"OMG! There you are! Where have you been?!" Billie yelled while sitting next to me on the couch. He looked me up and down noticing my ripped jeans with bruised and bloodly knees.
"What happened?" he asked taking my hand in his.
I hissed in pain and pulled my hand out of his. He took my hand again and opened it to reveal cuts and bruises.
"Omg..." he whispered while examing my hands.
"I'll get some bandages and stuff." Mike said running off into the bathroom.
He came back moments later with alot of bandages and peroxide and a cloth.
"Can you guys leave us alone please?" Billie asked as Mike and Tre nodded and left the room.
I lifted my head and opened my eyes for the first time since they came in.
"Tell me what happened." Billie said while setting my legs up on the table and beginning to clean my knees. I hissed in pain as he applied the peroxide to my knees and hands.
"Well are you going to tell me what happened?" Billie asked.
"What do you care?" I said angerly.
We stayed in silence for the rest of the time while Billie put bandages around all my wounds. I was about to stand up and leave but he pulled me back down by my shoulders.
"Ow!" I yelled in pain.
He let go of my shoulders, and slowly pulled my shirt off of them showing the bruises the man from the bar and given me while attempting to rape me.
"Okay what the hell happened?" Billie asked more forcfully.
"Billie I don't want to talk about it." Was all I said then stood up and walked into the bedroom.
"No we have to talk about this." he yelled from the living room.
"You know what Billie I think we 'need' to talk about the fact that you got the girl you cheated on my with pregnant and not how I was drunk and almost raped last night! That's what I think he need to talk about!" I screamed letting slip what had happened.
"Wait what? You were almost raped. By who? Where?" He asked.
"Billie... Tha... That's not the point..." I said trying to to cry. Saying happened out loud make it more true and horifing. "You... What you did... Omg!" I broke down crying, soaking the bandages on my hands with tears.
"Billie shouldn't you... Uh...?" I asked trying to get his attention.
"Uh uh." Was all he replied.
I think heard try sigh loudly and get up and answer the phone.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Who?... Oh yea sure." Tre spoke into the phone.
"Bill, it's for you someone named Adrienne?" Tre said handing the phone to Billie alittle confused.
Billie stoping kissing me but didn't move. He looked straight into my eyes. My face turned from fun and playful to pissed off and hurt. I tried to move from under him but he wouldn't let me move.
"Billie." I said angerly through my teeth, but he still didn't budge.
He took the phone from Tre as a tried to push my way out from under him. I stopped squirming and looked at him in shock as he answered the call.
"Hello?" He spoke.
I was so angry that he wouldn't let me move and most importantly that he was answering a call to the girl who he cheated on me with. So in one quick motion I drove my knee hard and fast into Billie's crotch. He fell to the floor clutched in a ball. I stepped over him and ran to our room. I could hear Tre laughing and Billie trying to speak into the phone. A couple of minutes later I heard Billie hang up the phone. He didn't come into the room to apologize to explain anything, so I opened the door and stood in the door way with my arms folded.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"Uh... She.. Um... She says she's pregnant." Billie said in barly a whisper obviously in shock.
"SHE WHAT?!" I screamed.
He didn't say anymore he just stared at the carpet. I screamed in anger went back into the bedroom, slamming the door on the way in, and dressed put on makeup grabbed my car keys and exited the house. I drove anywhere at first just to get away. Then I came to a bar. I parked the car and went inside, not thinking about my age, Billie, the pregnancy or anything. I took a seat on a car stole next to a man who smelt of some horrible alcohol substance.
"What can I getcha?" the bar tender asked me.
"Um I'll take a beer... You know make that a shot of captain morgan." I said with a smile, I truly for once didn't care about anything.
"Here ya go." the bartender said while setting the drink infront of me.
I downed in one quick move and motioned for another. About an hour later I had had 7 or so shots of captain morgan and wasn't doing to well, in other words I was well passed drunk. The man I was sitting next to wasn't as drunk as me and offered to drive me home. I declined his offer, but he knew I was to drunk to make decisions on my own so he helped me off the bar stole, paid my tab and caught me before I fell on the ground. He took me to his car and leaned me up against it while he opened the door and then helped me in. He went to the driver's side and hopped in. He didn't start the car but turned to me and placed his hand on my leg. I hit it away knowing what he was doing. But I was so weak from all the alcohol it was hard to fight back. He pulled me down and held my shoulders tight. Grabbing my knees tightly he forced my legs apart and sat up straight and began to unbuckle his belt. With one last hope of strenghth I kicked him hard in the face and fall out of the car onto my hands and knees. I tried standing but I couldn't I could only crawl on the concrete causing scraps and sratches on my knees and hands. A waitress just ending her shift came out of the bar and say me crawling on the ground.
"Hey sweetheart what happened?" he asked.
"I couldn't talk either from being to drunk or from what just almost happened to me. "Alright that's ok. Here I'll take you home. I've seen you with Mike, Tre and Billie, I'm a good friend of Mike's I'll take you back there.
A couple minutes passed as she drove me home. Once we got there she supported me and used my keys to get inside. Once inside she made sure I couldn't stand by myself, set down my keys and left the house. As soon as the door shut I fell to my bloodly hands and knees again to weak to move I laid on the floor and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in extreme pain, my head, shoulders and knees all hurt like hell. I slowly took off my jacket, now sitting on the couch. I was suddenly extremely nauseous and ran to the bathroom where I threw up for the next 3 or 4 hours. Finished with that I brushed my teeth and slowly walked to the kitchen and took a few asprains. I sat on the couch with my head leaned back and my eyes closed, wondering where everyone was. My question was answered when everyone came through the door. I squeezed my eyes shut their bickering hurt my head.
"OMG! There you are! Where have you been?!" Billie yelled while sitting next to me on the couch. He looked me up and down noticing my ripped jeans with bruised and bloodly knees.
"What happened?" he asked taking my hand in his.
I hissed in pain and pulled my hand out of his. He took my hand again and opened it to reveal cuts and bruises.
"Omg..." he whispered while examing my hands.
"I'll get some bandages and stuff." Mike said running off into the bathroom.
He came back moments later with alot of bandages and peroxide and a cloth.
"Can you guys leave us alone please?" Billie asked as Mike and Tre nodded and left the room.
I lifted my head and opened my eyes for the first time since they came in.
"Tell me what happened." Billie said while setting my legs up on the table and beginning to clean my knees. I hissed in pain as he applied the peroxide to my knees and hands.
"Well are you going to tell me what happened?" Billie asked.
"What do you care?" I said angerly.
We stayed in silence for the rest of the time while Billie put bandages around all my wounds. I was about to stand up and leave but he pulled me back down by my shoulders.
"Ow!" I yelled in pain.
He let go of my shoulders, and slowly pulled my shirt off of them showing the bruises the man from the bar and given me while attempting to rape me.
"Okay what the hell happened?" Billie asked more forcfully.
"Billie I don't want to talk about it." Was all I said then stood up and walked into the bedroom.
"No we have to talk about this." he yelled from the living room.
"You know what Billie I think we 'need' to talk about the fact that you got the girl you cheated on my with pregnant and not how I was drunk and almost raped last night! That's what I think he need to talk about!" I screamed letting slip what had happened.
"Wait what? You were almost raped. By who? Where?" He asked.
"Billie... Tha... That's not the point..." I said trying to to cry. Saying happened out loud make it more true and horifing. "You... What you did... Omg!" I broke down crying, soaking the bandages on my hands with tears.
