She Is My Baby, I Love Her So, But It's Too Late Now, I've Let Her Go, chapter 25
Eighteen months later. Bailey and Tre got married, and Bailey is back in California, living with Tre. She made up with Billie Joe, and everything is going great. (For now).
"OMFG! Since when did DINA become a TV presenter?" I howled. Naomi and I were watching yet another awards show, where Green Day and Sweet Children were nominated. I immediately hated myself for getting sick so I couldn't attend the show where my husband's ex- wife was presenting awards.
"Mommy?" Steffi's little voice came floating through the door. "Mommy, can I have a drink?"
"Sure, sweetie." I uncurled myself from the sofa, where I was sitting with Naomi, and took her through to the kitchen.
"Did Daddy and Grampa and Uncle Mikey win?" Steffi asked.
"Dunno, sweetie, they're now announcing best rock act. You wanna watch with me?" Steffi nodded, and we settled down on the sofa together again. Steffi snuggled in between Naomi and I, and fixed her electric blue eyes, so like her dad's, on the flat screen plasma TV.
"And the winner is... Green Day!" The blonde bimbo presenter squealed. Steffi cheered loudly, but I bit down hard on my lip as I watched the bimbo lean in for a far too long kiss with MY husband. It was just Billie Joe and Tre at the awards, as Mike had got the same bug as me, and was at his house in Oakland,
"Jeez, Bai, chill out!" Naomi murmured, as Steffi went back to bed. I flipped my middle finger at her, and tried to smile.
"Easy for you to say," I replied. I spun my wedding ring around my finger with my left thumb, as I quickly punched out a congratulatory text to Tre, Dad and Mike.
"Ooh, your category's up!" Naomi slapped my thigh. It was the idol award. I had won it last year as well, but wasn't attending the ceremony, as I had a sickness bug again this time.
"And the winner is... Bailey Jade Armstrong- Wright, from Sweet Children!" The fit male presenter crowed. (I never actually realised how long my name is!)
"Yaaaaaay!" Naomi and I cheered loudly.
Nibs, PeeWee and Chalky went up to accept for me.
"I swear, if any of 'em make any puking jokes... " I scowled warningly at the TV.
"... And, yeah, so, thanks to everyone on Bailey's behalf. Unfortunately, she can't be here tonight, as she is not well, but we all know how loudly she's probably screaming! Well done, Bailey!"
Dina bared her teeth in a wide, fake smile.
"Yes, well done, little Bailey. Though I can't really understand why she won it again. Some good role model, getting pregnant at seventeen, wasn't it, Freddie?" The sexy guy flustered, and hurriedly introduced the next live act.
"Ooh, you bitch!" I hissed at the TV. I threw some more insults to the unfortunate appliance, but stopped when I remembered my little daughter upstairs. I settled for mouthing the rudies at the TV instead.
AT THE AWARDS
Billie Joe was deafened by a large group of teeny fans screaming his names. Billie Joe forced grins, and posed with them for a bit, before joining My Chemical Romance's Gerard and Mikey Way.
"Hey, dude!" Slurred Gerard. He had at least five empty bottles in front of him, plus shot glasses.
Mikey nodded in greeting. "Tre was here, but he said to tell you he went back to the hotel. Wanted to call Bailey, or something."
"Thanks, Mikey." Billie Joe slopped his beer over himself and Mikey Way as the hammered Gerard threw his arms around him, proclaiming
"Birrie, youse ish my beshtest buddy, EVER!"
AT TRE'S HOTEL ROOM
Tre kicked off his shoes, and tugged at his collar, loosening his pretty bow tie. He turned on the lights, but they hurt his eyes, so he walked around in the dark. He went into the bathroom, and 'dropped a Dookie' (Thanks, Ben.), before walking to the hotel phone to call his wife. He didn't get far, though. The room spun around, and he had to sit on the bed.
"Whoa!" No way had he drank that much. His fuzzy brain tried to remember how much he had had. Three beers, two shots, and that was it. Oh, and some 'Cheeches'.
"Hello, baby." A smooth voice spoke from the door. Tre jumped up in shock, and fell back down on the bed. The blonde woman laughed huskily. She walked into the room, locking the door, and reached out, leaning sexily with one hand resting on the TV.
"D-Dina?" Tre stuttered.
"Uh-huh." Before Tre could do anything, Dina had straddled him, and was kissing him passionately, tugging at his belt, and ripping at the buttons of his shirt.
And I think you can guess what happened from there.
NEXT MORNING
TRE'S POV
Oh God, my head! I didn't drink that much, did I? Wait, where am I? Oh yeah, awards show last night, hotel. Where's Bailey? At home, ill.
There was a loud banging at the door. I groaned. Each thump sent red-hot knives through my head.
"Who is it?"
"Room Service. I have your pre ordered breakfast. And a package."
I got up, and wrapped myself in a hotel robe. The breakfast looked disgusting. Sausages that looked like burnt penises, greasy eggs and bacon and congealed beans. Eww.
I put the tray in the bathroom, and ripped open the package. It was a blank videotape. Curious, I stuck it into the TV/ VCR combi, and hit play.
What I saw made my throw up violently.
It started off with a close up of a shot glass. Then, a feminine looking hand with long red nails dropped three little white pills into it. Then it cut to me taking the same glass off a waiter, and drinking it down in one.
Next, it was my hotel room, and the camera had been switched to an infra red, night vision setting. All I could see of the woman was tanned, smooth skin, and long blonde hair. I was lying back on the bed, looking up at the woman.
"D-Dina?" The onscreen me stuttered.
"Uh-huh." And as the woman straddled me, I hung my head in my hands, sobbing, memories of last night coming back to me. What had I done to Bailey?
But that wasn't all. On-screen me obviously passed out, and Dina got dressed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and spoke directly to the camera.
"Hello, Tre. Don't worry, Bailey won't see this tape."
I looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
Dina laughed. Evilly. "No. This is your copy. I made a special one for Bailey. One that doesn't have me spiking your drink. Your copy can only be seen once, so you can't show her that bit either." Dina reached to flick off the camera, then stopped. "Oh yeah," She continued. "No matter how fast you try to get back from California, Bailey will have already seen this tape. I am delivering it myself, tomorrow morning. Or this morning, as it will be when you watch this! It'll be about eight p.m. in California! Bye, baby!"
CALIFORNIA
BAILEY'S POV
I was sobbing as the tape ended. Luckily, Steffi was at Adie's, but I was alone. Nibs and Naomi were on a date, as were Chalky and PeeWee.
I called Mike.
"Hello?"
"Mike, its Bailey. I um, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just washing up some dinner plates."
"Is Estelle, or anyone there?" Mike had broken up with Ali last month.
"No, just me. Why?" Mike sounded concerned, and I broke down into tears again.
"Someone's sent me a video tape." I choked out between sobs. "Of Tre and Dina. Together last night."
"Shit. I'll be right over."
Sure enough, Mike arrived about half an hour later. I let him in, and he held me for hours, making shushing noises while I wept.
Then I began to calm down. I looked into Mike's soft eyes, and kissed him gently on the mouth.
And he gently kissed me back.
"OMFG! Since when did DINA become a TV presenter?" I howled. Naomi and I were watching yet another awards show, where Green Day and Sweet Children were nominated. I immediately hated myself for getting sick so I couldn't attend the show where my husband's ex- wife was presenting awards.
"Mommy?" Steffi's little voice came floating through the door. "Mommy, can I have a drink?"
"Sure, sweetie." I uncurled myself from the sofa, where I was sitting with Naomi, and took her through to the kitchen.
"Did Daddy and Grampa and Uncle Mikey win?" Steffi asked.
"Dunno, sweetie, they're now announcing best rock act. You wanna watch with me?" Steffi nodded, and we settled down on the sofa together again. Steffi snuggled in between Naomi and I, and fixed her electric blue eyes, so like her dad's, on the flat screen plasma TV.
"And the winner is... Green Day!" The blonde bimbo presenter squealed. Steffi cheered loudly, but I bit down hard on my lip as I watched the bimbo lean in for a far too long kiss with MY husband. It was just Billie Joe and Tre at the awards, as Mike had got the same bug as me, and was at his house in Oakland,
"Jeez, Bai, chill out!" Naomi murmured, as Steffi went back to bed. I flipped my middle finger at her, and tried to smile.
"Easy for you to say," I replied. I spun my wedding ring around my finger with my left thumb, as I quickly punched out a congratulatory text to Tre, Dad and Mike.
"Ooh, your category's up!" Naomi slapped my thigh. It was the idol award. I had won it last year as well, but wasn't attending the ceremony, as I had a sickness bug again this time.
"And the winner is... Bailey Jade Armstrong- Wright, from Sweet Children!" The fit male presenter crowed. (I never actually realised how long my name is!)
"Yaaaaaay!" Naomi and I cheered loudly.
Nibs, PeeWee and Chalky went up to accept for me.
"I swear, if any of 'em make any puking jokes... " I scowled warningly at the TV.
"... And, yeah, so, thanks to everyone on Bailey's behalf. Unfortunately, she can't be here tonight, as she is not well, but we all know how loudly she's probably screaming! Well done, Bailey!"
Dina bared her teeth in a wide, fake smile.
"Yes, well done, little Bailey. Though I can't really understand why she won it again. Some good role model, getting pregnant at seventeen, wasn't it, Freddie?" The sexy guy flustered, and hurriedly introduced the next live act.
"Ooh, you bitch!" I hissed at the TV. I threw some more insults to the unfortunate appliance, but stopped when I remembered my little daughter upstairs. I settled for mouthing the rudies at the TV instead.
AT THE AWARDS
Billie Joe was deafened by a large group of teeny fans screaming his names. Billie Joe forced grins, and posed with them for a bit, before joining My Chemical Romance's Gerard and Mikey Way.
"Hey, dude!" Slurred Gerard. He had at least five empty bottles in front of him, plus shot glasses.
Mikey nodded in greeting. "Tre was here, but he said to tell you he went back to the hotel. Wanted to call Bailey, or something."
"Thanks, Mikey." Billie Joe slopped his beer over himself and Mikey Way as the hammered Gerard threw his arms around him, proclaiming
"Birrie, youse ish my beshtest buddy, EVER!"
AT TRE'S HOTEL ROOM
Tre kicked off his shoes, and tugged at his collar, loosening his pretty bow tie. He turned on the lights, but they hurt his eyes, so he walked around in the dark. He went into the bathroom, and 'dropped a Dookie' (Thanks, Ben.), before walking to the hotel phone to call his wife. He didn't get far, though. The room spun around, and he had to sit on the bed.
"Whoa!" No way had he drank that much. His fuzzy brain tried to remember how much he had had. Three beers, two shots, and that was it. Oh, and some 'Cheeches'.
"Hello, baby." A smooth voice spoke from the door. Tre jumped up in shock, and fell back down on the bed. The blonde woman laughed huskily. She walked into the room, locking the door, and reached out, leaning sexily with one hand resting on the TV.
"D-Dina?" Tre stuttered.
"Uh-huh." Before Tre could do anything, Dina had straddled him, and was kissing him passionately, tugging at his belt, and ripping at the buttons of his shirt.
And I think you can guess what happened from there.
NEXT MORNING
TRE'S POV
Oh God, my head! I didn't drink that much, did I? Wait, where am I? Oh yeah, awards show last night, hotel. Where's Bailey? At home, ill.
There was a loud banging at the door. I groaned. Each thump sent red-hot knives through my head.
"Who is it?"
"Room Service. I have your pre ordered breakfast. And a package."
I got up, and wrapped myself in a hotel robe. The breakfast looked disgusting. Sausages that looked like burnt penises, greasy eggs and bacon and congealed beans. Eww.
I put the tray in the bathroom, and ripped open the package. It was a blank videotape. Curious, I stuck it into the TV/ VCR combi, and hit play.
What I saw made my throw up violently.
It started off with a close up of a shot glass. Then, a feminine looking hand with long red nails dropped three little white pills into it. Then it cut to me taking the same glass off a waiter, and drinking it down in one.
Next, it was my hotel room, and the camera had been switched to an infra red, night vision setting. All I could see of the woman was tanned, smooth skin, and long blonde hair. I was lying back on the bed, looking up at the woman.
"D-Dina?" The onscreen me stuttered.
"Uh-huh." And as the woman straddled me, I hung my head in my hands, sobbing, memories of last night coming back to me. What had I done to Bailey?
But that wasn't all. On-screen me obviously passed out, and Dina got dressed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and spoke directly to the camera.
"Hello, Tre. Don't worry, Bailey won't see this tape."
I looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
Dina laughed. Evilly. "No. This is your copy. I made a special one for Bailey. One that doesn't have me spiking your drink. Your copy can only be seen once, so you can't show her that bit either." Dina reached to flick off the camera, then stopped. "Oh yeah," She continued. "No matter how fast you try to get back from California, Bailey will have already seen this tape. I am delivering it myself, tomorrow morning. Or this morning, as it will be when you watch this! It'll be about eight p.m. in California! Bye, baby!"
CALIFORNIA
BAILEY'S POV
I was sobbing as the tape ended. Luckily, Steffi was at Adie's, but I was alone. Nibs and Naomi were on a date, as were Chalky and PeeWee.
I called Mike.
"Hello?"
"Mike, its Bailey. I um, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just washing up some dinner plates."
"Is Estelle, or anyone there?" Mike had broken up with Ali last month.
"No, just me. Why?" Mike sounded concerned, and I broke down into tears again.
"Someone's sent me a video tape." I choked out between sobs. "Of Tre and Dina. Together last night."
"Shit. I'll be right over."
Sure enough, Mike arrived about half an hour later. I let him in, and he held me for hours, making shushing noises while I wept.
Then I began to calm down. I looked into Mike's soft eyes, and kissed him gently on the mouth.
And he gently kissed me back.
