Mike's Drunken Gamble, chapter 2
Two months on...
Mike is at his house now.
Mike woke up with a very sore head, yes he had been drinking!
He went to get out of bed, but his feet got caught in the sheets, and fell falt on his face.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he shouted, he got up, got dressed and headded down stairs, only to find Billie Joe and Tre' sitting by his coffe table.
"FINALLY!" said Billie Joe, throwing up his arms in the air.
"Err, could you guys give me some reason, why you are in my house?"
"Well, it's nearly half past two in the afternoon, and we have a photo shoot in about 30 minutes!" said Tre' smiling at Mike. Mike started to run around like a mad thing.
After that dillema, they finally made it to the studio where the photos were taken place. After the photos were taken, Tre' went to the toilet and Billie Joe and Mike went outside for a quick joint.
"Aah, that's better!" Mike said loudly to a snobby couple that were passing.
"Err, Mike do you think that you can calm down man?"
"Aww, fuck you," said Mike as he walked off.
Mike came to a building and his heart stopped. It was the building, where he was taken prisoner. It couldn't hurt to have a look around. Could it? He went inside the building.
Mike remembered everything, to the place where he was flogged for not doing his work, and he saw where the little girl was killed.
He broke down and cried, he started to shout:
"WHY? WHY?"
Billie Joe, upon hearing this ran to find Mike a shaking heap on the floor. He cradeld Mike in his arms.
"Mike what's wrong?"
"T-this- is where-I was t-taken prisoner!"
"Oh..."
"Billie- they- they..."
"They what?"
"They killed a little girl here!"
"WHAT!"
"Y-yeah and - I saw the whole thing!"
"Sshh, it's alright, it's over now," They must have sat on the concrete floor for about 30 minutes, but they finally got up.
Back in the hotel..
"Mike, can I speak to you?" asked Billie Joe.
"Yeah sure," Tre sensing something left the room.
"Mike, due to what happened to you I have decided to take you to a psychiatrist,"
"Why?" asked Mike in a whiney tone.
"Because I think that it is best for you," After what seemed like a eternity of slience, Mike finally spoke.
"Okay, I accept,"
"Good,"
Mike is at his house now.
Mike woke up with a very sore head, yes he had been drinking!
He went to get out of bed, but his feet got caught in the sheets, and fell falt on his face.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he shouted, he got up, got dressed and headded down stairs, only to find Billie Joe and Tre' sitting by his coffe table.
"FINALLY!" said Billie Joe, throwing up his arms in the air.
"Err, could you guys give me some reason, why you are in my house?"
"Well, it's nearly half past two in the afternoon, and we have a photo shoot in about 30 minutes!" said Tre' smiling at Mike. Mike started to run around like a mad thing.
After that dillema, they finally made it to the studio where the photos were taken place. After the photos were taken, Tre' went to the toilet and Billie Joe and Mike went outside for a quick joint.
"Aah, that's better!" Mike said loudly to a snobby couple that were passing.
"Err, Mike do you think that you can calm down man?"
"Aww, fuck you," said Mike as he walked off.
Mike came to a building and his heart stopped. It was the building, where he was taken prisoner. It couldn't hurt to have a look around. Could it? He went inside the building.
Mike remembered everything, to the place where he was flogged for not doing his work, and he saw where the little girl was killed.
He broke down and cried, he started to shout:
"WHY? WHY?"
Billie Joe, upon hearing this ran to find Mike a shaking heap on the floor. He cradeld Mike in his arms.
"Mike what's wrong?"
"T-this- is where-I was t-taken prisoner!"
"Oh..."
"Billie- they- they..."
"They what?"
"They killed a little girl here!"
"WHAT!"
"Y-yeah and - I saw the whole thing!"
"Sshh, it's alright, it's over now," They must have sat on the concrete floor for about 30 minutes, but they finally got up.
Back in the hotel..
"Mike, can I speak to you?" asked Billie Joe.
"Yeah sure," Tre sensing something left the room.
"Mike, due to what happened to you I have decided to take you to a psychiatrist,"
"Why?" asked Mike in a whiney tone.
"Because I think that it is best for you," After what seemed like a eternity of slience, Mike finally spoke.
"Okay, I accept,"
"Good,"
