Take Me From My Hell, chapter 5
I bit back my lip as she took me to another room for a physical. She made me sit on the white, crinkle paper that I didn't really care for. The nurse came over and started poking me, telling to tale deep breaths, took my blood pressure and all that fun stuff. Then she sat in a chair and started asking me questions.
"Name?"; She asked
"Khristina Valeya. Khris with a K-H, not a C-H."
"Okay, birthdate?"
"May 28, 1991"
"Ok... what's today's date? I have to date the paper."
"May 30, 2006"
"Thanks, wait...you're 15?"
"Yeah... "
"Oh my gosh! I thought you were 19! You're pregnant!" I wanted to say 'no shit'.
"I was the girl who came in that was raped, remember?"
"Oh...yes... " She put on a look of sympathy. "You know, you could get an abortion"
"W-what!? I can't do that... I'd rather have a child then kill it. I know...it's not really 'there' yet but... I don't know. This is one of those cases where it'd be a wise idea... I just won't do it."
"I see, well. According to your mother and fathers files, one of them has a gene that says they can't have kids. If you want, we can check of you got it."
"But if they had it... how am I here?"
"It's recessive. That means it can skip generations. Believe it or not, your father I think has it. His mother got pregnant with another man, because her husband couldn't have kids due top some acid trip he took when he was 12, and he got the recessive gene, and it might have skipped your brother and you got it. Make sense?"
I nodded
"Do you want a test?"
I nodded again.
We walked out of that room, to yet another one. I saw Billie in the hall.
"Hey, they let me down here...so, what's going on?" He asked, he smelled nice today. I explained everything the nurse had said as we walked to the room. We got to the doors after what seemed like endless turning.
"I'll wait for you out here" Billie said
"No!"
"What?"
"I don't wanna be alone in there. They have to stick me with fu-freakin' needles and I need some one there to distract me or I'll freak out and not want it done. I'm scared." I sighed, and to my surprise he actually took my hand and went in with me. I started breathing heavier and heavier.
"Hey...calm down, it's gonna be alright" Billie said to me as I sat down, shaking,
"I know...but what if I can get pregnant, Billie? Where am I going to live? How am I gonna raise a baby?" I started crying a little bit, and then a needle was brought fourth to me. I reached out for Billie's hand again and he took it and watched carefully as the needle pierced my skin. Damn blood tests and the pain. I bit my lip in the pain and another tear feel. Billie tightened his grip on my hand, a sign I could do that to him. So I did. Just when I thought she was done...she started pressing it to tape it down. My nerves starting responding a sensitive manner and I wanted to scream.
"Chris...it's okay now. She's gone" I looked up at Billie, who was smiling. I then looked at the bottle the tube in my arm was connected too. It was gonna take a while. I felt sick looking at the blood drip ... the way it had from the walls one of the days my brother was beat, one of the few times he was beat. And when she hit him... I always started crying thinking he was going to die.
"Like I was saying, I talked it over with Adie, and neither of us mind if you want to live with us. We have two sons, 14 and 11. I think you'd be happier if you did...you could get counseling and help fix up any metal problems. I like you; you're a good kid... I don't want to see you get hurt again. What happened to you, that night and your whole life, was unfair. I would never treat you like that. I'm asking you to come live with me, to make my wife, you and me happy. What'd ya say to that?"
"I'd love that." I said. He kissed my cheek and stared at the blood falling into the jar and looked like he was about to be sick.
"That's gonna make me sick... " He said
"Don't look at it"
"I can't help it" I laughed. He started talking about Mike, while facing me the whole time.
"Is he married?" I asked, smiling
"Engaged"
"Damnit!"
"What?"
"Mike sounds sexy" I laughed out. "And his back up vocals bled so nicely. He sounds pretty"
Billie smiled, knowing to give Mike that word.
After a short while, the needle was taken out, Billie did get sick, and now the two of us were back in my hospital room, waiting for the results on the morning of the next day.
"Hello?" The doctor asked at the door
"We're up" Billie Joe responded.
"Are you the father?"
"Caretaker"
"I see, Khristina Valeya?" He asked, pointing an envelope at me. I nodded.
"Okay, you-" He opened the results "-carry the gene. You're pregnant, but you can't have a child. It'll be a miss carriage."
I was somewhat happy and sad. I would like to have a kid in my lifetime.
"Thanks... " I said, and he walked out.
"What's that look for?" Billie asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"I don't know. I mean... I'm happy I'm not going to have a baby... but I wanna have one in my lifetime. The gene says I can't carry a baby, that means I can't have one"
"Well, there is a solution... but I'll get into that at a later time." He smiled at me. I liked him a lot. Not in the I-want to-get-in-bed-with-you way. In the You-make-me-feel-loved way. He knew me for almost 2 weeks and he knew my whole story and was willing to take me in. Just then, another guy walked in.
This one just shy of 6'0" wearing a black button up T-shirt with the sleeves torn off and black pants with a red stripe down the side. His left arm was beautiful, the blue and green colors. His eyes were an electric blue and his hair looked like it had just grown out of a brown color, now back to his natural blonde I was guessing.
"Hey, Mike"
So this was Mike.
"Hey, that's her?" He asked, walking over and pointing to me. Billie nodded.
"Hi, I'm Mike" He said
"Hi, I'm Christina, you're sexier in person. Oh... shit... you didn't hear that" I smiled and turned a bright red as he smiled.
"Sexier?"
"Yeah, Billie told me about you and I listened to your backing vocals and I thought 'Wow, he must be sexy' and you are"
"Well, that's flattering" He sat down on the chair and Billie remained on the bed.
"You look tired" Mike said, looking at Billie
"I am, I didn't sleep last night at all. I was here for awhile, went home and Adrienne's brothers daughter, who is 6 months old was over for the night because he and his wife went out. And Jesus fucking Christ! She was crying all night, due to a fever and he cries made Joey's look like a sweet bird call" Billie explained, rubbing his eye. Mike cringed; remembering Joey's wails... bringing up the writing of Brain Stew. And from what I've been told, that kid could cry...loud.
"You could've stayed home today and slept," I said
"No... " He yawned "I need to be here... " He said. I smiled slightly.
Billie remained silent as I talked to Mike for the time being. At one point, Billie laid down, resting his head on my leg and his knees near his chest. We continued talking in a quieter tone for about another ½ hour.
"Is he asleep?" I whispered
"Yeah... you should see him" He said, turning back to me. I leaned forward the best I could to see
"Aww... that's so adorable" I said. And it was, he looked so cute and peaceful when he was asleep. From the look of him, you would never guess he was in his early thirties.
"I guess, I've been looking at that for 17 years, he'd pass out from too much to drink or he'd just fall asleep and Tre and I would just make fun of him and how cute he looked.
"He looks like he'd make those weird noises and squeaks in his sleep"
"He does"
"I bet you snore like a fucker... " I said
"Right again"
"And I need to see Tre" I said, Billie made a squeaked and Mike and I burst out laughing,
"Aww...that was so cute!" I said, still laughing, Billie shifted his body and moved further up the bed and closer to me, hugging my leg.
"Oh my God... does he do this often?" I asked
"I guess... well, not hugging peoples legs but the holding stuff in his sleep... yeah" Mike smiled and stifled a laugh. I felt tired myself looking at Billie Joe sleep. I wanted to smack him and wake him up, too cute for his own good. The last thing I wanted right now was to like him.
"Hey, Mike... if you want you can go. I should try and get some sleep"
"Okay, do you want me to take him?" Mike asked, I stared at BJ for a second
"No... he needs it too."
"And Khristina?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to sound stupid or redundant, but I'm sorry about what happened. I really am. I had a friend who was raped when she was 17.I felt so bad. I don't really know what to say but I am sorry. So uh...I'll see ya around. Bye" He kissed my forehead
"Bye, Mike... and thanks for the concern." I smiled. I laid back down, Billie's body heat felt really nice against my legs. That was the reason I didn't want him to leave, he was so warm.
If you had looked in the room, I was laying on my side facing the door. Billie was in front of my legs, face at the top of my knees... hugging my legs with his face against them. I started playing with his hair with my left hand and He moved around in his sleep.
I just lay there, thinking. Billie's body moving slowly up and down against me. I sighed and twirled his hair in my finger some more as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up it was around 9:00 AM, Billie was still asleep. My leg was somewhat cramped from not being able to move it during the night. My hand was still in his hair, too. I smiled at him and started petting his hair as if he were a cat while I started thinking if Mike was going to show up today. I felt him move after a few more minutes and he let go of my legs. I moved over so he could have more room and he rolled over so he was on his stomach. His head was facing me and he put his arms under his head as a pillow. The bed was only supposed to fit one person, so I was almost on the edge and he was curled up into him own little spot now, as if he were a dog lying on the floor.
Around 9:30 he started moving around again and when he settled I decided to wake him up. I started nudging him gently.
"Hey... Billie... wake up" I whispered. He moaned turned to face the wall. I laughed and tried it again.
"Billie, get your ass outta the bed." I said
"No... sleep" Then he moaned again. This time I nudged him harder
"Billie! Wake up! Mike just beat up Tre!"
"What!?" His eyes flew open
"What, what? I think you're hearing things, Billie." I looked down at him "Yeah, you sorta...uh... fell asleep yesterday on my legs"
"Oh, I'm sorry... you should've woken me up"
"It's okay...you looked like you needed it"
"And...heh, at one point...were you petting my hair?" He smiled at my embarrassment
"Yeah, it's all soft and fluffy... I couldn't help it" I said, turning redder.
"Well, that's a new one" He sat up and walked to the bathroom, that was in the corner of the room.
I stared at the ceiling and prayed this place would be an old memory soon.
"Name?"; She asked
"Khristina Valeya. Khris with a K-H, not a C-H."
"Okay, birthdate?"
"May 28, 1991"
"Ok... what's today's date? I have to date the paper."
"May 30, 2006"
"Thanks, wait...you're 15?"
"Yeah... "
"Oh my gosh! I thought you were 19! You're pregnant!" I wanted to say 'no shit'.
"I was the girl who came in that was raped, remember?"
"Oh...yes... " She put on a look of sympathy. "You know, you could get an abortion"
"W-what!? I can't do that... I'd rather have a child then kill it. I know...it's not really 'there' yet but... I don't know. This is one of those cases where it'd be a wise idea... I just won't do it."
"I see, well. According to your mother and fathers files, one of them has a gene that says they can't have kids. If you want, we can check of you got it."
"But if they had it... how am I here?"
"It's recessive. That means it can skip generations. Believe it or not, your father I think has it. His mother got pregnant with another man, because her husband couldn't have kids due top some acid trip he took when he was 12, and he got the recessive gene, and it might have skipped your brother and you got it. Make sense?"
I nodded
"Do you want a test?"
I nodded again.
We walked out of that room, to yet another one. I saw Billie in the hall.
"Hey, they let me down here...so, what's going on?" He asked, he smelled nice today. I explained everything the nurse had said as we walked to the room. We got to the doors after what seemed like endless turning.
"I'll wait for you out here" Billie said
"No!"
"What?"
"I don't wanna be alone in there. They have to stick me with fu-freakin' needles and I need some one there to distract me or I'll freak out and not want it done. I'm scared." I sighed, and to my surprise he actually took my hand and went in with me. I started breathing heavier and heavier.
"Hey...calm down, it's gonna be alright" Billie said to me as I sat down, shaking,
"I know...but what if I can get pregnant, Billie? Where am I going to live? How am I gonna raise a baby?" I started crying a little bit, and then a needle was brought fourth to me. I reached out for Billie's hand again and he took it and watched carefully as the needle pierced my skin. Damn blood tests and the pain. I bit my lip in the pain and another tear feel. Billie tightened his grip on my hand, a sign I could do that to him. So I did. Just when I thought she was done...she started pressing it to tape it down. My nerves starting responding a sensitive manner and I wanted to scream.
"Chris...it's okay now. She's gone" I looked up at Billie, who was smiling. I then looked at the bottle the tube in my arm was connected too. It was gonna take a while. I felt sick looking at the blood drip ... the way it had from the walls one of the days my brother was beat, one of the few times he was beat. And when she hit him... I always started crying thinking he was going to die.
"Like I was saying, I talked it over with Adie, and neither of us mind if you want to live with us. We have two sons, 14 and 11. I think you'd be happier if you did...you could get counseling and help fix up any metal problems. I like you; you're a good kid... I don't want to see you get hurt again. What happened to you, that night and your whole life, was unfair. I would never treat you like that. I'm asking you to come live with me, to make my wife, you and me happy. What'd ya say to that?"
"I'd love that." I said. He kissed my cheek and stared at the blood falling into the jar and looked like he was about to be sick.
"That's gonna make me sick... " He said
"Don't look at it"
"I can't help it" I laughed. He started talking about Mike, while facing me the whole time.
"Is he married?" I asked, smiling
"Engaged"
"Damnit!"
"What?"
"Mike sounds sexy" I laughed out. "And his back up vocals bled so nicely. He sounds pretty"
Billie smiled, knowing to give Mike that word.
After a short while, the needle was taken out, Billie did get sick, and now the two of us were back in my hospital room, waiting for the results on the morning of the next day.
"Hello?" The doctor asked at the door
"We're up" Billie Joe responded.
"Are you the father?"
"Caretaker"
"I see, Khristina Valeya?" He asked, pointing an envelope at me. I nodded.
"Okay, you-" He opened the results "-carry the gene. You're pregnant, but you can't have a child. It'll be a miss carriage."
I was somewhat happy and sad. I would like to have a kid in my lifetime.
"Thanks... " I said, and he walked out.
"What's that look for?" Billie asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"I don't know. I mean... I'm happy I'm not going to have a baby... but I wanna have one in my lifetime. The gene says I can't carry a baby, that means I can't have one"
"Well, there is a solution... but I'll get into that at a later time." He smiled at me. I liked him a lot. Not in the I-want to-get-in-bed-with-you way. In the You-make-me-feel-loved way. He knew me for almost 2 weeks and he knew my whole story and was willing to take me in. Just then, another guy walked in.
This one just shy of 6'0" wearing a black button up T-shirt with the sleeves torn off and black pants with a red stripe down the side. His left arm was beautiful, the blue and green colors. His eyes were an electric blue and his hair looked like it had just grown out of a brown color, now back to his natural blonde I was guessing.
"Hey, Mike"
So this was Mike.
"Hey, that's her?" He asked, walking over and pointing to me. Billie nodded.
"Hi, I'm Mike" He said
"Hi, I'm Christina, you're sexier in person. Oh... shit... you didn't hear that" I smiled and turned a bright red as he smiled.
"Sexier?"
"Yeah, Billie told me about you and I listened to your backing vocals and I thought 'Wow, he must be sexy' and you are"
"Well, that's flattering" He sat down on the chair and Billie remained on the bed.
"You look tired" Mike said, looking at Billie
"I am, I didn't sleep last night at all. I was here for awhile, went home and Adrienne's brothers daughter, who is 6 months old was over for the night because he and his wife went out. And Jesus fucking Christ! She was crying all night, due to a fever and he cries made Joey's look like a sweet bird call" Billie explained, rubbing his eye. Mike cringed; remembering Joey's wails... bringing up the writing of Brain Stew. And from what I've been told, that kid could cry...loud.
"You could've stayed home today and slept," I said
"No... " He yawned "I need to be here... " He said. I smiled slightly.
Billie remained silent as I talked to Mike for the time being. At one point, Billie laid down, resting his head on my leg and his knees near his chest. We continued talking in a quieter tone for about another ½ hour.
"Is he asleep?" I whispered
"Yeah... you should see him" He said, turning back to me. I leaned forward the best I could to see
"Aww... that's so adorable" I said. And it was, he looked so cute and peaceful when he was asleep. From the look of him, you would never guess he was in his early thirties.
"I guess, I've been looking at that for 17 years, he'd pass out from too much to drink or he'd just fall asleep and Tre and I would just make fun of him and how cute he looked.
"He looks like he'd make those weird noises and squeaks in his sleep"
"He does"
"I bet you snore like a fucker... " I said
"Right again"
"And I need to see Tre" I said, Billie made a squeaked and Mike and I burst out laughing,
"Aww...that was so cute!" I said, still laughing, Billie shifted his body and moved further up the bed and closer to me, hugging my leg.
"Oh my God... does he do this often?" I asked
"I guess... well, not hugging peoples legs but the holding stuff in his sleep... yeah" Mike smiled and stifled a laugh. I felt tired myself looking at Billie Joe sleep. I wanted to smack him and wake him up, too cute for his own good. The last thing I wanted right now was to like him.
"Hey, Mike... if you want you can go. I should try and get some sleep"
"Okay, do you want me to take him?" Mike asked, I stared at BJ for a second
"No... he needs it too."
"And Khristina?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to sound stupid or redundant, but I'm sorry about what happened. I really am. I had a friend who was raped when she was 17.I felt so bad. I don't really know what to say but I am sorry. So uh...I'll see ya around. Bye" He kissed my forehead
"Bye, Mike... and thanks for the concern." I smiled. I laid back down, Billie's body heat felt really nice against my legs. That was the reason I didn't want him to leave, he was so warm.
If you had looked in the room, I was laying on my side facing the door. Billie was in front of my legs, face at the top of my knees... hugging my legs with his face against them. I started playing with his hair with my left hand and He moved around in his sleep.
I just lay there, thinking. Billie's body moving slowly up and down against me. I sighed and twirled his hair in my finger some more as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up it was around 9:00 AM, Billie was still asleep. My leg was somewhat cramped from not being able to move it during the night. My hand was still in his hair, too. I smiled at him and started petting his hair as if he were a cat while I started thinking if Mike was going to show up today. I felt him move after a few more minutes and he let go of my legs. I moved over so he could have more room and he rolled over so he was on his stomach. His head was facing me and he put his arms under his head as a pillow. The bed was only supposed to fit one person, so I was almost on the edge and he was curled up into him own little spot now, as if he were a dog lying on the floor.
Around 9:30 he started moving around again and when he settled I decided to wake him up. I started nudging him gently.
"Hey... Billie... wake up" I whispered. He moaned turned to face the wall. I laughed and tried it again.
"Billie, get your ass outta the bed." I said
"No... sleep" Then he moaned again. This time I nudged him harder
"Billie! Wake up! Mike just beat up Tre!"
"What!?" His eyes flew open
"What, what? I think you're hearing things, Billie." I looked down at him "Yeah, you sorta...uh... fell asleep yesterday on my legs"
"Oh, I'm sorry... you should've woken me up"
"It's okay...you looked like you needed it"
"And...heh, at one point...were you petting my hair?" He smiled at my embarrassment
"Yeah, it's all soft and fluffy... I couldn't help it" I said, turning redder.
"Well, that's a new one" He sat up and walked to the bathroom, that was in the corner of the room.
I stared at the ceiling and prayed this place would be an old memory soon.
