Love lasts not only in life but in death, chapter 4
"Jem nnnnnooooooooo!!!!!!"
Billie's voice rang through Jemma's pain. The knife dropped to the floor with a loud thud and her head also dropped hanging like her neck had just been broken. Billie ran to her and knelt on the floor next to her feet, looking up at Jem.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I just wanted the pain to end."
Tears dripped onto knees. Billie wrapped his hands around hers.
"Shh don't be sorry. I will love you forever. You should have talked to me instead of bottling it all up."
They embraced and Jem held onto Billie tightly. They talked things over before going back down. Billie had arranged for the kids to stay at his mums. He and Jem promised to tell each other everything and how they were feeling.
Jess and Tre left leaving Billie, Mike and Jem. Mike had another beer then said his goodnights and went downstairs. Jem and Billie sat on the couch snuggled up together. Jem could not cry anymore. She didn't know whether she had cried her share or had no energy left.
"Billie" she moved so she could face him.
"Yeh" he answered. His eyes closed.
"I need you."
*****
As she awoke, Billie smiled as she looked confusedly around. She smiled back, still waking up. She rested her head on his chest.
"Can we stay in bed today?" she asked quietly almost a whisper.
"Whatever you want is fine with me."
And so they stayed there all day in each other's arms.
"Billie it's the producer he's downstairs and needs to talk to us. Tre's on his way over." Came Mike's voice, softly from the other side of the door.
"Ok be right there" Billie replied gently.
He got out of the bed and slipped his black trousers and MCR t-shirt on. He went downstairs and sat on the seat in the kitchen. Mike made him a coffee then sat opposite him. Tre came pounding through the door.
"I'm... here... .." he said through gasping.
"Ok first of all, I am sorry about your loss Billie." Billie looked down and stared into his cup trying to hold back his tears.
"But I am afraid I need to ask you guys to play a secret performance next Monday for the K! awards.
Billie shot his head up and looked at him, rage building up inside of him like fire that's out of control.
Jem appeared from behind the wall, in her black silky nightdress.
"What do you think you are doing coming into our house the day after our son's funeral and asking them to play a gig next week. You're sick. You need treatment. Fucktard." She breathed deeply after shouting all this in one breath.
"I'm sorry about all this... "
"Oh you're sorry?"
"Yes but they are a huge successful band and if they don't play it may jeopardise their career.
"His..no, our son has just died and all you can think about is money and publicity. Get out of our house!"
"Mrs Armstrong... I'm... "
"NOW!" she screamed with all the rage and hatred she possessed within her.
"I'm sorry Billie. I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. Please forgive me?"
"I forgive you. We're not playing I was about to snap before you came in. God, do you know how hot you look when you're angry."
Jem smiled shyly at him. She had totally forgotten she was still in her nighty so went to change.
Ollie kept the kids for the next few days so Jem and Billie could be alone and grieve. Jem went to pick them up and ran towards them, her arms open wide. She had missed them so much. She embraced her children all at once. She thanked Ollie for having them and hugged her. She drove the kids home but took them for dinner first. She drove up to a McDonalds and their faces lit up. They sat down while Jem ordered. 10 mins later 5 happy meals were bought and within 5 they were gone.
"DADDY!" Sammy shouted from the front door. He appeared from the kitchen and ran to his children. Jem went to the kitchen and what she saw made her jaw drop and caused her to drop her car keys. They made a crashing noise as they hit the floor and broke. A woman stood there by the counter, looking a little flustered. She had brown hair but it was dreaded. She was quite short and wore a small skirt and even smaller top.
Billie's voice rang through Jemma's pain. The knife dropped to the floor with a loud thud and her head also dropped hanging like her neck had just been broken. Billie ran to her and knelt on the floor next to her feet, looking up at Jem.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I just wanted the pain to end."
Tears dripped onto knees. Billie wrapped his hands around hers.
"Shh don't be sorry. I will love you forever. You should have talked to me instead of bottling it all up."
They embraced and Jem held onto Billie tightly. They talked things over before going back down. Billie had arranged for the kids to stay at his mums. He and Jem promised to tell each other everything and how they were feeling.
Jess and Tre left leaving Billie, Mike and Jem. Mike had another beer then said his goodnights and went downstairs. Jem and Billie sat on the couch snuggled up together. Jem could not cry anymore. She didn't know whether she had cried her share or had no energy left.
"Billie" she moved so she could face him.
"Yeh" he answered. His eyes closed.
"I need you."
*****
As she awoke, Billie smiled as she looked confusedly around. She smiled back, still waking up. She rested her head on his chest.
"Can we stay in bed today?" she asked quietly almost a whisper.
"Whatever you want is fine with me."
And so they stayed there all day in each other's arms.
"Billie it's the producer he's downstairs and needs to talk to us. Tre's on his way over." Came Mike's voice, softly from the other side of the door.
"Ok be right there" Billie replied gently.
He got out of the bed and slipped his black trousers and MCR t-shirt on. He went downstairs and sat on the seat in the kitchen. Mike made him a coffee then sat opposite him. Tre came pounding through the door.
"I'm... here... .." he said through gasping.
"Ok first of all, I am sorry about your loss Billie." Billie looked down and stared into his cup trying to hold back his tears.
"But I am afraid I need to ask you guys to play a secret performance next Monday for the K! awards.
Billie shot his head up and looked at him, rage building up inside of him like fire that's out of control.
Jem appeared from behind the wall, in her black silky nightdress.
"What do you think you are doing coming into our house the day after our son's funeral and asking them to play a gig next week. You're sick. You need treatment. Fucktard." She breathed deeply after shouting all this in one breath.
"I'm sorry about all this... "
"Oh you're sorry?"
"Yes but they are a huge successful band and if they don't play it may jeopardise their career.
"His..no, our son has just died and all you can think about is money and publicity. Get out of our house!"
"Mrs Armstrong... I'm... "
"NOW!" she screamed with all the rage and hatred she possessed within her.
"I'm sorry Billie. I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. Please forgive me?"
"I forgive you. We're not playing I was about to snap before you came in. God, do you know how hot you look when you're angry."
Jem smiled shyly at him. She had totally forgotten she was still in her nighty so went to change.
Ollie kept the kids for the next few days so Jem and Billie could be alone and grieve. Jem went to pick them up and ran towards them, her arms open wide. She had missed them so much. She embraced her children all at once. She thanked Ollie for having them and hugged her. She drove the kids home but took them for dinner first. She drove up to a McDonalds and their faces lit up. They sat down while Jem ordered. 10 mins later 5 happy meals were bought and within 5 they were gone.
"DADDY!" Sammy shouted from the front door. He appeared from the kitchen and ran to his children. Jem went to the kitchen and what she saw made her jaw drop and caused her to drop her car keys. They made a crashing noise as they hit the floor and broke. A woman stood there by the counter, looking a little flustered. She had brown hair but it was dreaded. She was quite short and wore a small skirt and even smaller top.
