Where did Tre go!?, chapter 15
On Billie's car in spray paint were the words IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN CALL THIS NUMBER. On the ground in chalk were the numbers 569-285-1569. Billie's yard had been teepeed, there was toilet paper everywhere. Plastic forks and knifes in the ground. The spray paint on the car wouldn't come off in a long time. "Dammit." Billie whispered. "Go get the phone." he said standing on his steps. Mike smiled. "Here." he said and handed him his cell phone. "You broke your phone remember?" he asked.
Billie took the cell phone and dialed the number. A man picked up. "Hey you little fucker, this isn't funny anymore. If you wanna say shit about me, I don't care. But you fucking say it to my face. Now give me Tré you asshole." he said. Billie listened as the man on the other line tried to negotiate. "I'll give you Tré, but I want something in return. $50, 000." the man said. "Fuck you! I'm not giving you that much money!" Billie yelled into the phone. "No deal, I'll give you Tré, and you give me the money." the man said again. "Ok fine whatever, I just want Tré." Billie said. "Where do I meet you at?" The man on the other line took a moment to think. He finally gave an address and hung up.
Billie looked at Mike. "I know where to meet him. I just need $50, 000." he said looking down. "Come on Mike, we gotta tell Adie." he said and went back into his house and headed for his room. "Stay here. I'll be right back." he said and left Mike in the hallway. "Adrienne... I'm going to get Tré. I'll be back later." he said and left.
Billie and Mike walked out to Mike's car and got in. Billie gave Mike the directions on how to get to the corner they were to exchange Tré and the money. "I miss that kid. He was baby of Green Day, and always will be." Billie said looking forward. "I really just wanna get that guy and send him to jail." Billie said.
Mike listened to what Billie had to say. "Don't worry Bill, we'll get him back. Safe and sound. No matter what it takes. And that sick pervert will be sent to jail. Don't worry." Mike reassured Billie. But in the back of his head he was wondered if they'd ever actually see him again. In a few moments the car pulled up to the corner where they were to meet the guy. Near them was a black van, a guy looking around was sitting in the driver's seat.
Billie got out of the car, along with Mike. "Come on." he said and crossed the street to the van. The man in the driver's seat was wearing all black, a ski mask, everything to hide his identity. "Ok. Give us Tré." Billie said. "Where's the damn money?" the man asked. Billie shook his head as he held up the suitcase with money. "Give us Tré and you can have the money." Billie said. "No, you give the money, and then you get him." the man said. Billie looked at Mike and handed the guy the suitcase. The man took it and smiled. "Now give us Tré!" Billie yelled. "Ha, yea right." the man said and drove off. "I didn't even have the bastard with me!" he yelled.
Billie ran after the van for a moment and gave up. "We're never gonna get Tré!" he yelled at Mike. "Why don't we just give up? He's probably dead now! We just gave $50, 000 to a man who didn't even have him!" Billie got in the passenger seat of Mike's car and waited to be dropped off back home.
Mike looked at Billie. "He's not dead. Not yet. He can't be. We just gotta keep looking. We'll find him eventually." Mike said and got in the drivers seat. He drove down the road to Billie's house. After a few minutes he stopped infront of Billie's house. "I'll come back tomorrow Bill." Mike said letting Billie out and driving off.
Billie went to his room, calling Adrienne's name "Adie! Adrienne!" he yelled looking around. He opened his bedroom door to find something he'd never thought he'd see in his whole life. Shock filled him, and he finally screamed. On Billie's bed was Tré, dead. Blood everywhere, the bed, the floor, the walls everywhere. On the wall, written in blood was "Here he is, you wanted him, and you never said dead, or alive." Billie ran to Tré's body. It was cold. Billie had been gone for 2 hours, long enough for his body to become cold and still. Billie started crying, looking at Tré's green hair, his cold, lifeless body.
Billie took the cell phone and dialed the number. A man picked up. "Hey you little fucker, this isn't funny anymore. If you wanna say shit about me, I don't care. But you fucking say it to my face. Now give me Tré you asshole." he said. Billie listened as the man on the other line tried to negotiate. "I'll give you Tré, but I want something in return. $50, 000." the man said. "Fuck you! I'm not giving you that much money!" Billie yelled into the phone. "No deal, I'll give you Tré, and you give me the money." the man said again. "Ok fine whatever, I just want Tré." Billie said. "Where do I meet you at?" The man on the other line took a moment to think. He finally gave an address and hung up.
Billie looked at Mike. "I know where to meet him. I just need $50, 000." he said looking down. "Come on Mike, we gotta tell Adie." he said and went back into his house and headed for his room. "Stay here. I'll be right back." he said and left Mike in the hallway. "Adrienne... I'm going to get Tré. I'll be back later." he said and left.
Billie and Mike walked out to Mike's car and got in. Billie gave Mike the directions on how to get to the corner they were to exchange Tré and the money. "I miss that kid. He was baby of Green Day, and always will be." Billie said looking forward. "I really just wanna get that guy and send him to jail." Billie said.
Mike listened to what Billie had to say. "Don't worry Bill, we'll get him back. Safe and sound. No matter what it takes. And that sick pervert will be sent to jail. Don't worry." Mike reassured Billie. But in the back of his head he was wondered if they'd ever actually see him again. In a few moments the car pulled up to the corner where they were to meet the guy. Near them was a black van, a guy looking around was sitting in the driver's seat.
Billie got out of the car, along with Mike. "Come on." he said and crossed the street to the van. The man in the driver's seat was wearing all black, a ski mask, everything to hide his identity. "Ok. Give us Tré." Billie said. "Where's the damn money?" the man asked. Billie shook his head as he held up the suitcase with money. "Give us Tré and you can have the money." Billie said. "No, you give the money, and then you get him." the man said. Billie looked at Mike and handed the guy the suitcase. The man took it and smiled. "Now give us Tré!" Billie yelled. "Ha, yea right." the man said and drove off. "I didn't even have the bastard with me!" he yelled.
Billie ran after the van for a moment and gave up. "We're never gonna get Tré!" he yelled at Mike. "Why don't we just give up? He's probably dead now! We just gave $50, 000 to a man who didn't even have him!" Billie got in the passenger seat of Mike's car and waited to be dropped off back home.
Mike looked at Billie. "He's not dead. Not yet. He can't be. We just gotta keep looking. We'll find him eventually." Mike said and got in the drivers seat. He drove down the road to Billie's house. After a few minutes he stopped infront of Billie's house. "I'll come back tomorrow Bill." Mike said letting Billie out and driving off.
Billie went to his room, calling Adrienne's name "Adie! Adrienne!" he yelled looking around. He opened his bedroom door to find something he'd never thought he'd see in his whole life. Shock filled him, and he finally screamed. On Billie's bed was Tré, dead. Blood everywhere, the bed, the floor, the walls everywhere. On the wall, written in blood was "Here he is, you wanted him, and you never said dead, or alive." Billie ran to Tré's body. It was cold. Billie had been gone for 2 hours, long enough for his body to become cold and still. Billie started crying, looking at Tré's green hair, his cold, lifeless body.
