Mike's Drunken Gamble, chapter 12
"What?" asked Billie Joe.
"It was Tre'. He's still balming me about what happend at the camp!"
"Mike, don't worry, it's not your fault!" he said holding Mike, who was shaking in Billie Joe's arms.
MIKE'S POV
Why?
Why did this happen?
I should have done something!
Because of me, Tre's cousin's daughter is dead!
Why me?
I hate myself! I hate myelf! I hate myself!
END
about 2 and a half hours later...
Mike was standing infront of a mirror, looking at himself. He told himself earliar that he hated himself.
His effort paid off.
He began to punch and kick himself, menatlly and physilcally.
By the time he was done, blood soaked the carpet, and he was black and blue.
Thankfully neither Tre' nor Billie Joe came in and saw him. He half walked, half crawled to the couch in his hotel room.
the next morning, Billie Joe came to Mike's room, wich was still a mess.
Billie Joe, opened the door.
He was sick at the sight of Mike.
Mike was sprawled out across the couch, blodd stained him and the furnture, and he was bruised from head to toe.
"MIKE!" Billie Joe shouted but the he shouted: "TRE'!"
Tre' came in.
"What?"
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MIKE?"
"What do you mean what have I done?"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT! I KNOW THAT YOU BEAT HIM!"
"YES BILLIE I DO! BUT I DIDN'T DO THIS!"
"WHY SHOULD I BELIVE YOU?"
Mike started to wake up.
"Aah good your awake!" said Tre'.
"Mike, did Tre' beat you?"
"No," Billie Joe had the look on his face that said what the fuck?
"He didn't?"
"No, I did," Mike said turning over, and facing the wall.
A very satisisfed Tre cool, and a very confused Billie Joe walked out the room leaving Mike alone with his thoughts
"It was Tre'. He's still balming me about what happend at the camp!"
"Mike, don't worry, it's not your fault!" he said holding Mike, who was shaking in Billie Joe's arms.
MIKE'S POV
Why?
Why did this happen?
I should have done something!
Because of me, Tre's cousin's daughter is dead!
Why me?
I hate myself! I hate myelf! I hate myself!
END
about 2 and a half hours later...
Mike was standing infront of a mirror, looking at himself. He told himself earliar that he hated himself.
His effort paid off.
He began to punch and kick himself, menatlly and physilcally.
By the time he was done, blood soaked the carpet, and he was black and blue.
Thankfully neither Tre' nor Billie Joe came in and saw him. He half walked, half crawled to the couch in his hotel room.
the next morning, Billie Joe came to Mike's room, wich was still a mess.
Billie Joe, opened the door.
He was sick at the sight of Mike.
Mike was sprawled out across the couch, blodd stained him and the furnture, and he was bruised from head to toe.
"MIKE!" Billie Joe shouted but the he shouted: "TRE'!"
Tre' came in.
"What?"
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MIKE?"
"What do you mean what have I done?"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT! I KNOW THAT YOU BEAT HIM!"
"YES BILLIE I DO! BUT I DIDN'T DO THIS!"
"WHY SHOULD I BELIVE YOU?"
Mike started to wake up.
"Aah good your awake!" said Tre'.
"Mike, did Tre' beat you?"
"No," Billie Joe had the look on his face that said what the fuck?
"He didn't?"
"No, I did," Mike said turning over, and facing the wall.
A very satisisfed Tre cool, and a very confused Billie Joe walked out the room leaving Mike alone with his thoughts
