She Is My Baby, I Love Her So, But It's Too Late Now, I've Let Her Go, chapter 27
Tre sped to Mike's house in record time. He needed to see at leas one of his best friends, and seeing as he had just cheated on Billie Joe's daughter, Mike was the only option.
"Hey, Mike." Tre let himself into Mike's house, and dropped onto the couch by his friend. Mike jumped up immediately, and stumbled drunkenly to the living room door.
Tre gazed around in stupefied stupefaction. Mike's normally pristine house was a mess. Empty bottles of various alcohols littered all the surfaces. Ashtrays overflowed with ash from cigarettes and, judging by the sweet smell lingering in the air, more than a healthy amount of joints, too. And Mike! If his house was the toilet, then Mike was definitely the shit. Tre could smell him from the other side of the room. His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, his hair and clothes rumpled and filthy. He obviously had forgotten trivial things like washing. His left cheek had an angry, purple bruise on it.
"Dude, what happened?" Tre asked in shock.
Mike threw his arm around the room, sending vodka bottles flying off the sofa arm. He laughed hoarsely. "My idea of a cure." He stopped laughing abruptly, his eyes narrowed. "I really could ask you the same thing."
Tre opened his mouth, and then shut it. He buried his face in his hands. Mike slammed the open window shut, as strains of a crappy thump thump of a disco dance track swirled in from a house party just down the street.
"I made a big, big mistake. A reeeally stupid one." He muttered his voice muffled by his palms.
"You slept with your ex wife." Mike said, very matter of fact.
"You know?" Tre stared.
Mike nodded back. "Bailey called me. In tears, may I add."
Tre covered his face again, rocking backwards and forwards chanting "Shit, shit, shit." Over and over again, to the beat of the dance track.
Mike nodded again, before wandering out to the kitchen. "Your wife is actually a really good kisser," he called over his shoulder. "You wanna beer?"
Tre froze mid-rock. Suddenly, all he could hear was the drunken preps racing their cars around the block, and his own blood pounding around his body.
"What?" He hissed, moving towards Mike.
"Do... You... Want... A... Beer?" Mike said, scrabbling through the fridge. "Ah, here we go!" He turned around, waving two Buds triumphantly, before falling onto the counter. "Whoopsie!"
"MIKE!" Tre howled. "You kissed my fucking wife!"
Mike shook his head and swallowed his mouthful of beer. "Nah-uh. No, no. Oh no, no, no. SHE kissed ME first. THEN she pushed me away. THEN I tried to kiss her again. THEN she said she loved you. THEN I called you a bastard. THEN she slapped me. THEN I left and I have been drinking and what have you pretty much since then." Mike staggered to a chair and sat down heavily, grinning goofily. "What else did ya wanna talk 'bout, buuuuddy?"
Tre's brain flooded with horrible insults that he wanted to scream and shout. Bailey's betrayal- with his supposed best friend too- hurt like a knife in his heart. Then he realized how much she must hurt- she had seen a video of him having sex with his ex-wife!
But Tre's guilt quickly turned back to anger. How dare she say she didn't love him, and wanted a divorce, when she herself had cheated on him just a few hours before? With his best friend? And she wasn't even drugged!
Tre wanted to punch Mike. He took a step towards him, but instead ran out of the door. He was almost across the street to his own car when two bright lights came towards him. Tre threw his arms over his face and screamed in pain as the drunken prep's car collided with him.
BACK AT BAILEY'S
Bailey's POV
It was almost three a.m., and I was still throwing up. I had had a twenty-four hour bug for almost four or five days now and my stomach also felt funny. I vaguely remembered the sensation, but I couldn't quite place it.
I brushed my teeth, and went to get a drink downstairs. I instinctively went to the coffee maker, but a wave of nausea washed over me. I settled for water instead, and went to bed.
I had almost fallen asleep, when I realized something. I remembered the weird, sickly, stomach feeling. I sat up in the dark, knees to my chest, one hand stroking my stomach.
"No way. Hell, please no." I muttered as I made my way to the bathroom. About five minutes, I had my answer. I stared stupidly at the little white plastic stick.
"Please, God, no. I really can't handle this right now!"
After checking on the sweet little daughter I already had, and dragging the dog out from under her bed, I went to my own room. Tears came back to my eyes as I slid into bed by myself, and fell asleep. It was my fault I was cold and alone- I had kicked Tre out, and I regretted every word I said now. I had called him five times, but he wasn't answering his phone.
Instead of a proper dream that night, I remembered instead. Flashes of Tre and me. First time I saw him properly, at NuRock, how gentle he was helping me at the hospital, and later on that night... him with me at that stupid party in the pool, saving me from Liam... all these random memories, finishing with one from about a month after we married.
FLASHBACK
I was lying in bed, curled up tightly as normal with Tre, when his alarm went off at about six. He was supposed to be leaving on tour at half past eight, and he hadn't bothered to pack yet. I leaned over, and flicked off the alarm, untwisting Tre's arm from my neck and head.
"Mmphf. Tre, get off you lump." I tried to push Tre away, but he clung tighter.
"No!" He whined. I kept pushing him, and we rolled off the bed, landing in a giggly heap of silky sheets and bare limbs. Tre pulled me even closer and kissed my neck.
"Tre you have to go." I murmured into his hair, but very quietly. Tre stopped kissing me, and pushed himself up slightly, leaning over me, our noses barely an inch apart.
"I love you." Tre said simply. "Don't wanna go."
I smile against his chest. "Love you too. Aw, suppose you don't have to go just yet, do you?"
Tre smiled back, and shook his head. He sat up higher, me on his lap.
"I love you." He said again. "Please don't ever leave me."
"I won't." I promised.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
I woke up to the godly guitar solo of Sweet Child O' Mine, courtesy of Slash... well, recorded of the CD, anyway! I listened to it for a few seconds, before realizing it was my phone.
The caller idea read 'Tre Mobi'. My heart leapt. I grabbed the phone immediately.
"Tre where are you? Please come back, I really need to talk to you, I love you and I'm so sorry, I love you so much we have to talk please come back I need you and I'm pregnant!" I gabbled quickly and breathlessly before the person on the other end could get a word in.
"Bailey? You're pregnant?" I shot up.
"Uh... Dad?" I began to panic. "Where's Tre? Dad? Dad? Where the hell's my husband?" I shrieked.
"Bailey! Calm down!" Dad soothed. "Jadey, I am so sorry. There's been an accident."
My heart stopped.
"Tre?!"
"Hey, Mike." Tre let himself into Mike's house, and dropped onto the couch by his friend. Mike jumped up immediately, and stumbled drunkenly to the living room door.
Tre gazed around in stupefied stupefaction. Mike's normally pristine house was a mess. Empty bottles of various alcohols littered all the surfaces. Ashtrays overflowed with ash from cigarettes and, judging by the sweet smell lingering in the air, more than a healthy amount of joints, too. And Mike! If his house was the toilet, then Mike was definitely the shit. Tre could smell him from the other side of the room. His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, his hair and clothes rumpled and filthy. He obviously had forgotten trivial things like washing. His left cheek had an angry, purple bruise on it.
"Dude, what happened?" Tre asked in shock.
Mike threw his arm around the room, sending vodka bottles flying off the sofa arm. He laughed hoarsely. "My idea of a cure." He stopped laughing abruptly, his eyes narrowed. "I really could ask you the same thing."
Tre opened his mouth, and then shut it. He buried his face in his hands. Mike slammed the open window shut, as strains of a crappy thump thump of a disco dance track swirled in from a house party just down the street.
"I made a big, big mistake. A reeeally stupid one." He muttered his voice muffled by his palms.
"You slept with your ex wife." Mike said, very matter of fact.
"You know?" Tre stared.
Mike nodded back. "Bailey called me. In tears, may I add."
Tre covered his face again, rocking backwards and forwards chanting "Shit, shit, shit." Over and over again, to the beat of the dance track.
Mike nodded again, before wandering out to the kitchen. "Your wife is actually a really good kisser," he called over his shoulder. "You wanna beer?"
Tre froze mid-rock. Suddenly, all he could hear was the drunken preps racing their cars around the block, and his own blood pounding around his body.
"What?" He hissed, moving towards Mike.
"Do... You... Want... A... Beer?" Mike said, scrabbling through the fridge. "Ah, here we go!" He turned around, waving two Buds triumphantly, before falling onto the counter. "Whoopsie!"
"MIKE!" Tre howled. "You kissed my fucking wife!"
Mike shook his head and swallowed his mouthful of beer. "Nah-uh. No, no. Oh no, no, no. SHE kissed ME first. THEN she pushed me away. THEN I tried to kiss her again. THEN she said she loved you. THEN I called you a bastard. THEN she slapped me. THEN I left and I have been drinking and what have you pretty much since then." Mike staggered to a chair and sat down heavily, grinning goofily. "What else did ya wanna talk 'bout, buuuuddy?"
Tre's brain flooded with horrible insults that he wanted to scream and shout. Bailey's betrayal- with his supposed best friend too- hurt like a knife in his heart. Then he realized how much she must hurt- she had seen a video of him having sex with his ex-wife!
But Tre's guilt quickly turned back to anger. How dare she say she didn't love him, and wanted a divorce, when she herself had cheated on him just a few hours before? With his best friend? And she wasn't even drugged!
Tre wanted to punch Mike. He took a step towards him, but instead ran out of the door. He was almost across the street to his own car when two bright lights came towards him. Tre threw his arms over his face and screamed in pain as the drunken prep's car collided with him.
BACK AT BAILEY'S
Bailey's POV
It was almost three a.m., and I was still throwing up. I had had a twenty-four hour bug for almost four or five days now and my stomach also felt funny. I vaguely remembered the sensation, but I couldn't quite place it.
I brushed my teeth, and went to get a drink downstairs. I instinctively went to the coffee maker, but a wave of nausea washed over me. I settled for water instead, and went to bed.
I had almost fallen asleep, when I realized something. I remembered the weird, sickly, stomach feeling. I sat up in the dark, knees to my chest, one hand stroking my stomach.
"No way. Hell, please no." I muttered as I made my way to the bathroom. About five minutes, I had my answer. I stared stupidly at the little white plastic stick.
"Please, God, no. I really can't handle this right now!"
After checking on the sweet little daughter I already had, and dragging the dog out from under her bed, I went to my own room. Tears came back to my eyes as I slid into bed by myself, and fell asleep. It was my fault I was cold and alone- I had kicked Tre out, and I regretted every word I said now. I had called him five times, but he wasn't answering his phone.
Instead of a proper dream that night, I remembered instead. Flashes of Tre and me. First time I saw him properly, at NuRock, how gentle he was helping me at the hospital, and later on that night... him with me at that stupid party in the pool, saving me from Liam... all these random memories, finishing with one from about a month after we married.
FLASHBACK
I was lying in bed, curled up tightly as normal with Tre, when his alarm went off at about six. He was supposed to be leaving on tour at half past eight, and he hadn't bothered to pack yet. I leaned over, and flicked off the alarm, untwisting Tre's arm from my neck and head.
"Mmphf. Tre, get off you lump." I tried to push Tre away, but he clung tighter.
"No!" He whined. I kept pushing him, and we rolled off the bed, landing in a giggly heap of silky sheets and bare limbs. Tre pulled me even closer and kissed my neck.
"Tre you have to go." I murmured into his hair, but very quietly. Tre stopped kissing me, and pushed himself up slightly, leaning over me, our noses barely an inch apart.
"I love you." Tre said simply. "Don't wanna go."
I smile against his chest. "Love you too. Aw, suppose you don't have to go just yet, do you?"
Tre smiled back, and shook his head. He sat up higher, me on his lap.
"I love you." He said again. "Please don't ever leave me."
"I won't." I promised.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
I woke up to the godly guitar solo of Sweet Child O' Mine, courtesy of Slash... well, recorded of the CD, anyway! I listened to it for a few seconds, before realizing it was my phone.
The caller idea read 'Tre Mobi'. My heart leapt. I grabbed the phone immediately.
"Tre where are you? Please come back, I really need to talk to you, I love you and I'm so sorry, I love you so much we have to talk please come back I need you and I'm pregnant!" I gabbled quickly and breathlessly before the person on the other end could get a word in.
"Bailey? You're pregnant?" I shot up.
"Uh... Dad?" I began to panic. "Where's Tre? Dad? Dad? Where the hell's my husband?" I shrieked.
"Bailey! Calm down!" Dad soothed. "Jadey, I am so sorry. There's been an accident."
My heart stopped.
"Tre?!"
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