Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 12

*Taylor's Point Of View*

I woke up the next morning tangled up in a mess of sheets and Billie Joe's arms. Not bad. I'm afraid of later on today because I know he's going to talk to me about my, umm issue. The only people who know now are Billie Joe and Emma. Well, there is one other person I told but I am ashamed that I told him before Billie Joe. Stupid guilt trip. I felt a hand stroke my bake and turned over. Billie Joe was smiling one of his 'I'm so innocent' smiles. I kissed him.

"Good morning sunshine!" I exclaimed, sitting up and stretching, exposing the top portion of my body to Billie Joe. I didn't feel awkward when things like that happened anymore because we were together countless times before. I got up and strutted across my room in a pair of hot pink boyshort panties. I one of Billie Joe's many tee shirts and pulled it on.
"Hey isn't that mine?" he said, getting up.
"It's mine now." I put on a pair of pajama pants so I could go downstairs and get some breakfast. Actually, I didn't have to worry since my parents weren't home. As I walked downstairs, I inhaled the smell of Billie Joe's shirt. Billie Joe smell is like cat nip to me.

I was getting out pop tarts and cola (hehe don't ask), when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my middle. Billie kissed my neck. "Hey, not before 9 am," I said jokingly.
"Only on Mondays," he replied. WE had the weirdest sense of humor possible.
"Yes but it is not a Monday. No wonder you dropped outta school."
"All I know is that I don't know nothing!" Billie Joe sang. I smiled and continued making breakfast.

***

After breakfast, I decided I needed to shower. I smelt like the party from the night before. Ew. "Hey baby, I'm goin' in the shower." I headed upstairs and shut my door. I didn't lock it. I went into my bathroom and got undressed. I turned on the water and stepped in. I looked down and I saw the red cut across my thigh. It wasn't that deep. I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut and in walked Billie Joe. After a few kisses, he addressed the dreaded question.

"You should go to therapy," he said. I walked out of the shower and got dressed.
"Don't you think I already did that? I have been doing this shit since fucking sixth grade. I went to councilor after councilor but NO! I can't stop. It's a fucking addiction!"
"Calm down. You need help though. You are destroying yourself," Billie Joe said, getting dressed.
"What the fuck? I'm destroying myself? At least I don't get high at every chance I get!" I was furious.
"Well, at least I am not some suicidal psychopath!" That comment was the final straw. I started beating at his chest and pushed him.

"Don't you dare hit me again! I'll fuck you up," Billie Joe said.
"I'd like to see you try." I wish I never said those words. He came over and swung at me. I sat in the corner of my room crying. I looked up at Billie. He regretted hitting me.
"I have to go. I am so fucking sorry baby," Billie Joe said, his voice getting weak. "I'll call you later." He left faster than I could tell him I loved him.

I sat in the corner for what seemed like hours. I staggered up and reached for the phone. I dialled Emma's phone number. "Mike shut up! Oh, sorry. Hello?" Emma was laughing hysterically.
"I need you and Mike to come here right now," I sobbed into the phone.
"Hun, what's the problem? Oh, never mind. Tell me when I get there. We are on our way!" I heard a click so I hung up the phone. I looked in the mirror and saw a bruise already forming. Shit. My door opened and Emma and Mike ran up the stairs.

"Taylor, what's wrong?" Mike asked, while him and Emma put their arms around me like real friends do.
"Oh my gosh, your eye is swollen? Fuck, Tayls, did he hit you?" Emma asked. I nodded my head.
"He said he was sorry," I mumbled.
"That doesn't make a difference. He hit you. What a bastard. I'll have a good long talk with him and set him straight," Mike said. I smiled. Friends like mine will never let you down.

"Why did you guys fight?" Emma asked.
"He went on this whole thing about my cutting. He said I was destroying my fucking body. So, I got on his case about drugs." I started crying. Emma dashed downstairs but then came right back up holding chocolate.
"Here. This will help," she said, handing over the chocolatey goodness. I scarfed it down. Mike shook his head and Emma laughed. I had the remains of chocolate around my mouth. I wiped it on a tissue nearby.
"Wow. I didn't think he would freak that much about the cutting thing," Mike said. Yup, he was the one person that I told before Billie Joe. I was the worst girlfriend in the history of bad girlfriends. I deserved to be cut up in tiny pieces and thrown in the Nile river. Mike, Emma, and I hung out for the rest of the day. Then Billie Joe called...