Why are There No Clouds in the Sky?, chapter 3
Billie Joe and Adrienne didn't talk for the rest of the night, that is, until they went to bed. For most of the night, Billie was just reading in his study, while Adrienne read her novel.
Around 9 o'clock, Adrienne decided she best be getting to bed, and trudged up the stairs to her and Billie's bedroom. There, she put on her pajamas and hopped into bed, turning on Fox News.
Billie on the other hand, was intently reading Time Magazine and found no interest in going up to bed and having an awkward confrontation with Adrienne.
By 10 o'clock, Billie figured that Adrienne would be asleep, and he slowly crept upstairs to the bedroom. As he entered the room, he found that his wife was still awake. She took a quick glance at him as he walked into the room, but averted her eyes back to the TV just as quickly.
"What is up with you?" Billie asked, frustrated. "You're being all weird. And this no-talking thing? I mean, I had a horrible day today with Mike and Tre, and I was hoping for a good fuck from you, and now you're pissed at me."
As soon as Billie spoke, he wished that he could swallow his words. As Adrienne's eyes grew wider, his angry face turned more into a scared one.
"A good fuck, Billie? I'm a good fuck? What the hell does that mean? What does this mean to you? You and me? Do I mean nothing more to you than a good fuck?!?" she yelled at him. "Does 8 years of marriage count as nothing more than 8 years of good fucking?!? Are our children the product of a good fuck?!? God dammit Billie, you should go fuck yourself."
She slammed the off button on the TV remote and closed the light, leaving Billie in the dark. Adrienne then turned to her side and put the covers over her. "Good fucking night, Billie," she said.
Billie Joe knew that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as Adrienne tonight, she was way too steamed. Maybe he could get a clean pair of boxers...
"I said good fucking night, Billie!!!"
He thought too soon. Billie knew he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. He went downstairs and pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on. He then laid down on the couch, but shuddered from the cold, so he put a blanket over his body.
Billie just laid there in silence, recollecting his thoughts. In just one day, Billie had gotten everyone who he cared about angry with him. And now Billie was alone. He had no one to talk to and no one to express his pain to.
The pit of his stomach held a feeling of emptiness, for Billie had no one on his side. He always had, because he had so many people to turn to when he was in a fight with someone. But this time Billie had no one.
He felt so empty inside that he couldn't even force himself to cry; his body didn't carry enough strength to allow tears to fall. For the first time in his life, Billie was really, truly, lonely.
And it was the worst feeling in the world.
Around 9 o'clock, Adrienne decided she best be getting to bed, and trudged up the stairs to her and Billie's bedroom. There, she put on her pajamas and hopped into bed, turning on Fox News.
Billie on the other hand, was intently reading Time Magazine and found no interest in going up to bed and having an awkward confrontation with Adrienne.
By 10 o'clock, Billie figured that Adrienne would be asleep, and he slowly crept upstairs to the bedroom. As he entered the room, he found that his wife was still awake. She took a quick glance at him as he walked into the room, but averted her eyes back to the TV just as quickly.
"What is up with you?" Billie asked, frustrated. "You're being all weird. And this no-talking thing? I mean, I had a horrible day today with Mike and Tre, and I was hoping for a good fuck from you, and now you're pissed at me."
As soon as Billie spoke, he wished that he could swallow his words. As Adrienne's eyes grew wider, his angry face turned more into a scared one.
"A good fuck, Billie? I'm a good fuck? What the hell does that mean? What does this mean to you? You and me? Do I mean nothing more to you than a good fuck?!?" she yelled at him. "Does 8 years of marriage count as nothing more than 8 years of good fucking?!? Are our children the product of a good fuck?!? God dammit Billie, you should go fuck yourself."
She slammed the off button on the TV remote and closed the light, leaving Billie in the dark. Adrienne then turned to her side and put the covers over her. "Good fucking night, Billie," she said.
Billie Joe knew that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as Adrienne tonight, she was way too steamed. Maybe he could get a clean pair of boxers...
"I said good fucking night, Billie!!!"
He thought too soon. Billie knew he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. He went downstairs and pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on. He then laid down on the couch, but shuddered from the cold, so he put a blanket over his body.
Billie just laid there in silence, recollecting his thoughts. In just one day, Billie had gotten everyone who he cared about angry with him. And now Billie was alone. He had no one to talk to and no one to express his pain to.
The pit of his stomach held a feeling of emptiness, for Billie had no one on his side. He always had, because he had so many people to turn to when he was in a fight with someone. But this time Billie had no one.
He felt so empty inside that he couldn't even force himself to cry; his body didn't carry enough strength to allow tears to fall. For the first time in his life, Billie was really, truly, lonely.
And it was the worst feeling in the world.
