She Is My Baby, I Love Her So, But It's Too Late Now, I've Let Her Go, chapter 3
Baker Street had almost finished their first set of the NuRock competition. Bailey and Chalky had gotten slightly hyper, and were running around the stage, drawing excitement from the crowd. They had almost reached the end of "No Fear", the first song Bailey and Nibs had written, and different to the Rasmus song, and Bailey and Chalky had to finish up on a hard power chord. They shot off to opposite ends of the stage and clambered up onto the massive speaker stands. They had timed it so they would jump off on the power chord, and land as they finished. It went perfectly, until Bailey landed, snapping the heel of her boots. She stumbled, pains shooting up her right ankle, but managed to steady herself, before waving and walking offstage like nothing was wrong.
"Arrrgh!" Bailey shrieked, as she reached their dressing room. Green Day was there waiting for them. She collapsed into Tre's arms dramatically. Tre scooped her up and plonked her onto the sofa.
"Arrrgh!" Bailey wailed again, tugging off her broken boot. All the guys winced in sympathy as they saw her poor ankle. It was already turning a gorgeous, purple bluey black colour.
"Oh, clashes with my Sketchers, now!" Bailey giggled, as she pulled on her favourite light purple Sketchers trainers.
"Take it you won't be coming out tonight, then?" Nibs remarked. Bailey shook her head. Mike folded his arms.
"And where exactly where you planning on going?" He asked.
"Under eighteen's night at the Vibe." Bailey answered. "Dad." She added cheekily. Billie Joe bristled slightly. Tre pulled out his phone.
"Want me to call you a taxi and take you to the ER?" He asked her.
Bailey nodded. "Cheers, mate."
"Make that two." Mike said. Tre nodded, and walked out of the room as he got an answer.
Billie Joe sat next to Bailey, and pulled a can of Dr Pepper from their mini fridge. "Does it hurt much?" He asked, gesturing to her foot.
Bailey shrugged. "Meh." She replied. "Kinda, but I've had worse."
"Like?"
"Well, like when I got hit by a car. Or when I "fell" out of a third story window into a Dumpster. Or the helter skelter thing, for a start." The young boys began to laugh. Mike and Billie Joe looked at them and Bailey, amused expressions on the adults" faces.
"Come again?"
Nibs began to explain. "Well, last year, in our local park, Bailey thought it would be a good idea to play Spin the Bottle... "
"Tre loves that game."
"... Yeah, well anyway, she had to either kiss Peter O'Reilly... "
"A total pervy creep." Bailey added.
"Bailey, I"M telling the story. Anyway, kiss the pervy creep, or skate board down the helter skelter slide. So, obviously, she chose the slide."
"And I did it perfectly the first time," continued Bailey. "But on the second time, Peter thought it would be HILARIOUS if he caught my ankle as I came down... "
PeeWee carried on. "So down comes Bailey, and Peter lunges for her foot, making Bailey fall off the skateboard and the slide... "
"Breaking both wrists, cracking her skull and getting a mild concussion." Finished Chalky. By this time, PeeWee, Chalky, Nibs and Mike were in hysterics, Nibs doing an impression of Bailey falling.
"Oh, yeah cause it must have been SO funny!" Billie Joe and Bailey Jade spoke in unison. They glanced at each other, grinning uncertainly, when Tre poked his head back round the door.
"Five minutes." He called. "Why are you laughing?"
Five minutes later, after the boys had finished telling Tre the story, the taxis arrived. Mike, Nibs, Chalky and PeeWee clambered into one. Bailey hopped gracefully into the other. Tre and Billie Joe dithered on the kerb.
"Go on." Billie Joe said to Tre. "Be good. Bailey, don't let Tre take ANY medication. Tre, just... try and be normal!" Billie Joe jumped into Mike"s taxi as Tre pretended to stab himself in the heart.
"Uh, the hospital," Bailey said to the driver. "Please." The taxi slid away from the NuRock studio, and towards the hospital. It wasn't far away, about a ten-minute drive, at the taxi driver's fast speed. Bailey spotted some wheelchairs abandoned outside the ER entrance. She tugged at Tre's sleeve.
"Ooh, Tre, can I have a wheelchair?"
"Sure." Tre paid the driver, before half-carrying Bailey to the chairs. He tried to control "himself" as Bailey leaned against him. Little did he know, the exact same thoughts were racing through Bailey"s head.
"Ohmigod, TRE COOL has his arms around me! Oh, please don't let me scream! Wow, he smells nice!" And so on. Tre pulled out a wheel chair, and helped Bailey into it. She paused, taking in the empty car park, and the other wheelchair. She turned to Tre, an evil grin on her face.
"Wanna race?" She nodded to the other chair.
Tre shook his head. Bailey pouted, pulling her famous puppy eyes face. Tre shuddered slightly; it was almost identical to Billie Joe's puppy eyes. He quickly swung the wheelchair towards the ER.
"Hi," Tre said to the old receptionist. "Uh, my... er, um, Bailey here hurt her foot."
Bailey held up her right leg to the receptionist. The miserable old cow tutted.
"And how did you do that?" She asked in a bored voice.
"Jumped off a speaker in killer boots."
The lady tutted again. "Take a seat. And return the wheelchair when you are finished, please." Tre and Bailey flipped their middle fingers to her as she turned to the phone.
Tre wheeled Bailey to the plastic waiting chairs. She hunched over in her wheelchair, and brought her left knee to her chest.
"Hate hospitals." Bailey muttered moodily. Tre couldn't help himself- he leaned over and slid his arms around her shoulders.
"Is your mom in hospital?" he asked cautiously. Bailey stiffened.
"Yeah. Psychiatric ward. She's a suicidal depressive druggie. Tried to kill herself three times before I was six." A small tear slid down her cheek. She started to speak again, but the moody cow in reception had just called her name. Bailey wiped her cheek viciously. She stood up, and limped to the waiting doctor.
"Be back in a bit." She said to Tre. Tre nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. He stood up and got himself a coffee from the machine. He gagged as he sipped it. It was thick and sludgy, and it tasted remarkable similar to the mud he and Billie Joe had eaten at Woodstock, '94. (I know Billie Joe ate mud there, but just for this story, so did Tre.) He reached over to the low table littered with magazines, all women's interests. Oh well, he sure did love knitting patterns. He kicked back in his chair, and flipped through the old magazines.
Half an hour later, Bailey came back out of the doctor's room. Tre jumped up and walked over to her. Bailey's foot had been carefully bandaged, and she was now walking with crutches.
"... So, just rest your foot for a few days, and try to keep jumping off of high things to a bare minimum, ok?" The doctor smiled at Bailey and Tre, before going back into her surgery thing. Tre turned to Bailey.
"Ready?" Bailey nodded. "Ok, let's go back to the hotel."
Bailey was silent all the way back to Tre"s suite.
Bailey flicked through the room service menu.
"Can I have veggie lasagne and a root beer? It's my favourite." She asked sweetly.
"Sure. That's Billie Joe's favourite, too." Tre reached for the phone, and ordered their food. He hung up the phone, and slumped next to Bailey.
"What"s on?" Bailey asked.
"Uh, Meet The Fockers, or House Of Wax. House Of Wax?"
"Yeah! Paris Hilton dies!" Tre laughed.
The couple onscreen had just entered the creepy House Of Wax, when the room service guy banged on the door. Tre jumped up to get the food. Bailey slipped her phone from her pocket, and quickly punched out a text to Naomi.
"OMFG, lying on sofa wtchin House Of Wax wif Tre Cool!" it said. Tre came back with her lasagne, and she swung her legs round, momentarily forgetting her ankle, and bashed her leg against the table. She yelped in pain as Tre laughed. She tucked into her food, rubbing her sore ankle. Tre took a bite of his massive burger, and tried to concentrate on the hot girl"s chest, bouncing around on the screen. Bailey snorted.
"What?"
"Well, just look at her. She's supposedly getting chased by a murderous psycho, and she looks like she"s just jumped out of a shampoo ad." She tossed down her fork, and put her now empty plate on the table. She limped over to the sofa, and sat down quickly, just as Tre sat down.
He wiggled on the thin sofa, trying to get comfy.
"Piss off, I was here first." Bailey said in mock- pissed tones.
"Well sit up slightly, and lean on me." Tre snaked an arm around Bailey's slim shoulders. She hesitated slightly, before resting her head back on Tre's shoulder. Tre was now lying on his back on the sofa. Bailey was lying on her side, her back against the back of the sofa, half-lying stomach down on Tre. Paris Hilton's character had just gotten a stick through her head. She wrinkled up her nose, moving her chin slightly on Tre's shoulder. Tre turned to look at her, unaware of how close her face was to his. His lips brushed against her cheek. Bailey twisted her face, her lips grazed his. Then they were kissing properly, passionately.
Tre tried to force himself to pull away. He knew what he was doing was wrong- for crying out loud, Bailey's his best friend's fifteen-year-old daughter, even if Bailey Jade didn't actually know that yet. Tre moaned. As though she had read his thoughts, Bailey moved her lips to his ear.
"Sometimes," she murmured softly, "Being bad can be very good." She ran her hand down Tre"s stomach, to the top of his jeans and tugged at his belt buckle.
Tre moved underneath her, rolling them both off the sofa, and lay on top f her. Bailey ignored the hot pain in her ankle as Tre looked into her eyes. With the lamp off, the only light from the TV, her eyes looked more brown than hazel.
Tre pinned her, gently nuzzling her neck. He looked back into her eyes. "You sure?" Bailey nodded silently. Tre got to his feet, and gently scooped Bailey up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms wound around his neck, her hands running through his hair. Their lips met again as Tre carried her through to his bed. He slipped off her top, and Bailey returned the favour.
Pretty soon, they were both completely naked. Tre silently asked her permission again. Bailey didn't speak. Her response was to pull Tre even closer to her. Tre traced his finger around her lips, down her throat, around her nipples, down to her belly button, and down further. He pressed his mouth to hers as he pushed his finger deep inside her. She gasped slightly in pain as he slid his finger back and forth. Bailey pushed herself against him.
"Tre, please."
Tre slipped his finger out of Bailey, and wrapped her slim legs back around his waist. Bailey felt his erection slide up her thigh, and gasped again, a shot of hot pain lancing through her lower body as Tre entered her. He kissed away the solitary tear from her cheek as they began to move faster together, and reached their climaxes.
When they had finished, Tre slipped back out of Bailey, and just held her tightly. Her eyes were fluttering heavily, and she was trying desperately to stay awake. He helped her pull on her clothes, and dressed himself. They moved back into the lounge bit of the suite, and slumped back onto the sofa. Tre pulled Bailey gently onto his stomach.
Tre's phone bleeped. It was a text from Mike. They were coming back in half an hour. He glanced at his watch. 12.30. Bailey snuffled quietly. She was now fast asleep.
"Ah, bless." Tre said softly. He plumped up some pillows, and lay Bailey gently down on them, covering her carefully with his jacket. He moved to the squishy armchair, and flicked through the TV channels, settling on some documentary thing about something crap.
Almost an hour later, somebody thumped on the door. Tre was instantly at the door, letting a half-stoned Mike and Billie Joe enter. Mike stumbled over one of Bailey"s crutches, and fell into Billie Joe. They collapsed into a giggling heap on the floor.
"Sssh." Tre admonished, his finger to his lips, pointing at Bailey Jade's sleeping figure. Billie Joe instantly sobered up as he watched her sleep. A small tear trickled down his face, before he rushed out of the door to his own room. Tre moved, as though to run after his friend, but Mike caught his arm.
"Go to bed, Tre." Mike told him. "I'm gonna take Bailey back."
Tre nodded. " "Kay. Night Mike."
"Night."
Tre stroked one of Bailey's messy curls as he walked past her. She had spent an hour straightening them that afternoon, but Nibs had tipped a water bottle over her head onstage, so Bailey's hair was a mad mess again. Plus, the whole thing with Tre just now hadn"t helped, much.
"Night Bai." Tre murmured softly, before crossing back into his room.
Mike shook Bailey's shoulder gently. "C'mon, Bailey J, wakey- wakey."
Bailey took a sleepy swipe at his face. "Noo, bad monkey." Bailey groaned. Mike chuckled softly, before sitting Bailey up. She squeaked as he bashed her foot against his legs.
"Ouch, what did you do?" Mike asked, taking in her bandaged ankle.
"Sprained it. Got some crutches somewhere."
It took about ten minutes for Mike to get Bailey up to bed. When they got in, they found Chalky spread-eagled on the floor, PeeWee half on the couch, half on the table, and Nibs had passed out in the bathtub.
"Night Mike. See you in the morning." Bailey hopped tiredly into her room.
Mike held up his hand. "Night, Bailey Jade."
"Arrrgh!" Bailey shrieked, as she reached their dressing room. Green Day was there waiting for them. She collapsed into Tre's arms dramatically. Tre scooped her up and plonked her onto the sofa.
"Arrrgh!" Bailey wailed again, tugging off her broken boot. All the guys winced in sympathy as they saw her poor ankle. It was already turning a gorgeous, purple bluey black colour.
"Oh, clashes with my Sketchers, now!" Bailey giggled, as she pulled on her favourite light purple Sketchers trainers.
"Take it you won't be coming out tonight, then?" Nibs remarked. Bailey shook her head. Mike folded his arms.
"And where exactly where you planning on going?" He asked.
"Under eighteen's night at the Vibe." Bailey answered. "Dad." She added cheekily. Billie Joe bristled slightly. Tre pulled out his phone.
"Want me to call you a taxi and take you to the ER?" He asked her.
Bailey nodded. "Cheers, mate."
"Make that two." Mike said. Tre nodded, and walked out of the room as he got an answer.
Billie Joe sat next to Bailey, and pulled a can of Dr Pepper from their mini fridge. "Does it hurt much?" He asked, gesturing to her foot.
Bailey shrugged. "Meh." She replied. "Kinda, but I've had worse."
"Like?"
"Well, like when I got hit by a car. Or when I "fell" out of a third story window into a Dumpster. Or the helter skelter thing, for a start." The young boys began to laugh. Mike and Billie Joe looked at them and Bailey, amused expressions on the adults" faces.
"Come again?"
Nibs began to explain. "Well, last year, in our local park, Bailey thought it would be a good idea to play Spin the Bottle... "
"Tre loves that game."
"... Yeah, well anyway, she had to either kiss Peter O'Reilly... "
"A total pervy creep." Bailey added.
"Bailey, I"M telling the story. Anyway, kiss the pervy creep, or skate board down the helter skelter slide. So, obviously, she chose the slide."
"And I did it perfectly the first time," continued Bailey. "But on the second time, Peter thought it would be HILARIOUS if he caught my ankle as I came down... "
PeeWee carried on. "So down comes Bailey, and Peter lunges for her foot, making Bailey fall off the skateboard and the slide... "
"Breaking both wrists, cracking her skull and getting a mild concussion." Finished Chalky. By this time, PeeWee, Chalky, Nibs and Mike were in hysterics, Nibs doing an impression of Bailey falling.
"Oh, yeah cause it must have been SO funny!" Billie Joe and Bailey Jade spoke in unison. They glanced at each other, grinning uncertainly, when Tre poked his head back round the door.
"Five minutes." He called. "Why are you laughing?"
Five minutes later, after the boys had finished telling Tre the story, the taxis arrived. Mike, Nibs, Chalky and PeeWee clambered into one. Bailey hopped gracefully into the other. Tre and Billie Joe dithered on the kerb.
"Go on." Billie Joe said to Tre. "Be good. Bailey, don't let Tre take ANY medication. Tre, just... try and be normal!" Billie Joe jumped into Mike"s taxi as Tre pretended to stab himself in the heart.
"Uh, the hospital," Bailey said to the driver. "Please." The taxi slid away from the NuRock studio, and towards the hospital. It wasn't far away, about a ten-minute drive, at the taxi driver's fast speed. Bailey spotted some wheelchairs abandoned outside the ER entrance. She tugged at Tre's sleeve.
"Ooh, Tre, can I have a wheelchair?"
"Sure." Tre paid the driver, before half-carrying Bailey to the chairs. He tried to control "himself" as Bailey leaned against him. Little did he know, the exact same thoughts were racing through Bailey"s head.
"Ohmigod, TRE COOL has his arms around me! Oh, please don't let me scream! Wow, he smells nice!" And so on. Tre pulled out a wheel chair, and helped Bailey into it. She paused, taking in the empty car park, and the other wheelchair. She turned to Tre, an evil grin on her face.
"Wanna race?" She nodded to the other chair.
Tre shook his head. Bailey pouted, pulling her famous puppy eyes face. Tre shuddered slightly; it was almost identical to Billie Joe's puppy eyes. He quickly swung the wheelchair towards the ER.
"Hi," Tre said to the old receptionist. "Uh, my... er, um, Bailey here hurt her foot."
Bailey held up her right leg to the receptionist. The miserable old cow tutted.
"And how did you do that?" She asked in a bored voice.
"Jumped off a speaker in killer boots."
The lady tutted again. "Take a seat. And return the wheelchair when you are finished, please." Tre and Bailey flipped their middle fingers to her as she turned to the phone.
Tre wheeled Bailey to the plastic waiting chairs. She hunched over in her wheelchair, and brought her left knee to her chest.
"Hate hospitals." Bailey muttered moodily. Tre couldn't help himself- he leaned over and slid his arms around her shoulders.
"Is your mom in hospital?" he asked cautiously. Bailey stiffened.
"Yeah. Psychiatric ward. She's a suicidal depressive druggie. Tried to kill herself three times before I was six." A small tear slid down her cheek. She started to speak again, but the moody cow in reception had just called her name. Bailey wiped her cheek viciously. She stood up, and limped to the waiting doctor.
"Be back in a bit." She said to Tre. Tre nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. He stood up and got himself a coffee from the machine. He gagged as he sipped it. It was thick and sludgy, and it tasted remarkable similar to the mud he and Billie Joe had eaten at Woodstock, '94. (I know Billie Joe ate mud there, but just for this story, so did Tre.) He reached over to the low table littered with magazines, all women's interests. Oh well, he sure did love knitting patterns. He kicked back in his chair, and flipped through the old magazines.
Half an hour later, Bailey came back out of the doctor's room. Tre jumped up and walked over to her. Bailey's foot had been carefully bandaged, and she was now walking with crutches.
"... So, just rest your foot for a few days, and try to keep jumping off of high things to a bare minimum, ok?" The doctor smiled at Bailey and Tre, before going back into her surgery thing. Tre turned to Bailey.
"Ready?" Bailey nodded. "Ok, let's go back to the hotel."
Bailey was silent all the way back to Tre"s suite.
Bailey flicked through the room service menu.
"Can I have veggie lasagne and a root beer? It's my favourite." She asked sweetly.
"Sure. That's Billie Joe's favourite, too." Tre reached for the phone, and ordered their food. He hung up the phone, and slumped next to Bailey.
"What"s on?" Bailey asked.
"Uh, Meet The Fockers, or House Of Wax. House Of Wax?"
"Yeah! Paris Hilton dies!" Tre laughed.
The couple onscreen had just entered the creepy House Of Wax, when the room service guy banged on the door. Tre jumped up to get the food. Bailey slipped her phone from her pocket, and quickly punched out a text to Naomi.
"OMFG, lying on sofa wtchin House Of Wax wif Tre Cool!" it said. Tre came back with her lasagne, and she swung her legs round, momentarily forgetting her ankle, and bashed her leg against the table. She yelped in pain as Tre laughed. She tucked into her food, rubbing her sore ankle. Tre took a bite of his massive burger, and tried to concentrate on the hot girl"s chest, bouncing around on the screen. Bailey snorted.
"What?"
"Well, just look at her. She's supposedly getting chased by a murderous psycho, and she looks like she"s just jumped out of a shampoo ad." She tossed down her fork, and put her now empty plate on the table. She limped over to the sofa, and sat down quickly, just as Tre sat down.
He wiggled on the thin sofa, trying to get comfy.
"Piss off, I was here first." Bailey said in mock- pissed tones.
"Well sit up slightly, and lean on me." Tre snaked an arm around Bailey's slim shoulders. She hesitated slightly, before resting her head back on Tre's shoulder. Tre was now lying on his back on the sofa. Bailey was lying on her side, her back against the back of the sofa, half-lying stomach down on Tre. Paris Hilton's character had just gotten a stick through her head. She wrinkled up her nose, moving her chin slightly on Tre's shoulder. Tre turned to look at her, unaware of how close her face was to his. His lips brushed against her cheek. Bailey twisted her face, her lips grazed his. Then they were kissing properly, passionately.
Tre tried to force himself to pull away. He knew what he was doing was wrong- for crying out loud, Bailey's his best friend's fifteen-year-old daughter, even if Bailey Jade didn't actually know that yet. Tre moaned. As though she had read his thoughts, Bailey moved her lips to his ear.
"Sometimes," she murmured softly, "Being bad can be very good." She ran her hand down Tre"s stomach, to the top of his jeans and tugged at his belt buckle.
Tre moved underneath her, rolling them both off the sofa, and lay on top f her. Bailey ignored the hot pain in her ankle as Tre looked into her eyes. With the lamp off, the only light from the TV, her eyes looked more brown than hazel.
Tre pinned her, gently nuzzling her neck. He looked back into her eyes. "You sure?" Bailey nodded silently. Tre got to his feet, and gently scooped Bailey up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms wound around his neck, her hands running through his hair. Their lips met again as Tre carried her through to his bed. He slipped off her top, and Bailey returned the favour.
Pretty soon, they were both completely naked. Tre silently asked her permission again. Bailey didn't speak. Her response was to pull Tre even closer to her. Tre traced his finger around her lips, down her throat, around her nipples, down to her belly button, and down further. He pressed his mouth to hers as he pushed his finger deep inside her. She gasped slightly in pain as he slid his finger back and forth. Bailey pushed herself against him.
"Tre, please."
Tre slipped his finger out of Bailey, and wrapped her slim legs back around his waist. Bailey felt his erection slide up her thigh, and gasped again, a shot of hot pain lancing through her lower body as Tre entered her. He kissed away the solitary tear from her cheek as they began to move faster together, and reached their climaxes.
When they had finished, Tre slipped back out of Bailey, and just held her tightly. Her eyes were fluttering heavily, and she was trying desperately to stay awake. He helped her pull on her clothes, and dressed himself. They moved back into the lounge bit of the suite, and slumped back onto the sofa. Tre pulled Bailey gently onto his stomach.
Tre's phone bleeped. It was a text from Mike. They were coming back in half an hour. He glanced at his watch. 12.30. Bailey snuffled quietly. She was now fast asleep.
"Ah, bless." Tre said softly. He plumped up some pillows, and lay Bailey gently down on them, covering her carefully with his jacket. He moved to the squishy armchair, and flicked through the TV channels, settling on some documentary thing about something crap.
Almost an hour later, somebody thumped on the door. Tre was instantly at the door, letting a half-stoned Mike and Billie Joe enter. Mike stumbled over one of Bailey"s crutches, and fell into Billie Joe. They collapsed into a giggling heap on the floor.
"Sssh." Tre admonished, his finger to his lips, pointing at Bailey Jade's sleeping figure. Billie Joe instantly sobered up as he watched her sleep. A small tear trickled down his face, before he rushed out of the door to his own room. Tre moved, as though to run after his friend, but Mike caught his arm.
"Go to bed, Tre." Mike told him. "I'm gonna take Bailey back."
Tre nodded. " "Kay. Night Mike."
"Night."
Tre stroked one of Bailey's messy curls as he walked past her. She had spent an hour straightening them that afternoon, but Nibs had tipped a water bottle over her head onstage, so Bailey's hair was a mad mess again. Plus, the whole thing with Tre just now hadn"t helped, much.
"Night Bai." Tre murmured softly, before crossing back into his room.
Mike shook Bailey's shoulder gently. "C'mon, Bailey J, wakey- wakey."
Bailey took a sleepy swipe at his face. "Noo, bad monkey." Bailey groaned. Mike chuckled softly, before sitting Bailey up. She squeaked as he bashed her foot against his legs.
"Ouch, what did you do?" Mike asked, taking in her bandaged ankle.
"Sprained it. Got some crutches somewhere."
It took about ten minutes for Mike to get Bailey up to bed. When they got in, they found Chalky spread-eagled on the floor, PeeWee half on the couch, half on the table, and Nibs had passed out in the bathtub.
"Night Mike. See you in the morning." Bailey hopped tiredly into her room.
Mike held up his hand. "Night, Bailey Jade."
