Lather, Rinse, Repeat; a Tre Cool Fan Fiction, chapter 4
I opened the bathroom door holding a pregnancy test in one hand and the box still in the other. Soon after seeing Tre sitting nervously on the couch I started sobbing. He walked towards me, wanting to pull me into a hug. I shoved past him and went to the only person I felt needed to know: Billie Joe. I walked to his hotel room in big strides, wanting to tell him before my courage drained away.
I knocked shakily, when I saw his face the truth spewed from my lips. After the story was out Billie Joe looked at me in shock and disgust. "How... What? TRE?!". He jogged to my room finding a teary eyed Tre still sitting on the leather couch. Tre saw the fury in Billie's eyes "Bil, I can ex-" Billie Joe cut him off by yelling ferosciously: "HOW COULD YOU? WHY? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING. She is so much younger than you! She has a life, she just got out of school, Tre. Why?!" Tre was taken aback "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, your sister... Young... My fault," he stammered, "You're right, it was."
My eyes filled up again with tears when I realized what I had thrown away, my life.
The next day was an awkward one, I refused to eat, leave my bed, or even talk to anyone. I cried for hours on end. Thinking, rethinking, and more sobbing. Many times Mike, Billie, Adrienne, or even Tre tried to get me to speak to someone, anyone. But it failed, I lost it. I can't even describe what was going on inside my head.
After days of moping, sobbing, and thinking I finally emerged from my vegative state to eat something other than the ice cream Adi had given me. I took a shower and made my final desicion, I was keeping the baby. It too, deserved a life, and it was selfish of me to think only about my problems, instead of the human being inside of me.
Too bad that this didn't last.
In Germany, a month later, and accident happened.
It started when the five of us (Ava had enough of the drama, and went back home with her new european boyfriend) decided to go out for the night. Billie Joe, Tre, and Adrienne got hopelessly drunk, leaving me and Mike responsible. We tried to get them to a cab, finally after many minutes of struggling to support them, we were outside. I called a cab while Mike made sure none of the "children" did anything stupid.
Before the cab arrived, I noticed a small group of people messing with, what appeared to be a drag queen, being bisexual, this bothered me deeply. I walked over to the three men, harrasing this poor woman, I confronted them with confidence, "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted. The men looked at me, now looking at them, I realized that they were American, very nationalist right wing Americans.
***
I woke up later, in a bed, strung up to IVs Tre looked at me with tired, dreary, puffy eyes. "What is it with you and hospitals?" he inquired, trying to lighten the mood. For some reason I felt oddly alone, empty even. The next thing I knew, Billie Joe was next to me, telling me what had happened. "They knocked you, knocked you good. You fell hard, they hit you and then ran off, clearly high. Uhh... I'm sorry hunny, there isn't an easy way to tell you... They couldn't... The Doctors tried their best... The baby... Didn't make it." I thought this was a sick joke, and refused to believe it until a doctor showed up and told me what had happened, more blunt then how my brother had. I took it pretty well, if you think sobbing hysterically and falling into an instant hatred toward myself.
I needed to go back to America...
I knocked shakily, when I saw his face the truth spewed from my lips. After the story was out Billie Joe looked at me in shock and disgust. "How... What? TRE?!". He jogged to my room finding a teary eyed Tre still sitting on the leather couch. Tre saw the fury in Billie's eyes "Bil, I can ex-" Billie Joe cut him off by yelling ferosciously: "HOW COULD YOU? WHY? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING. She is so much younger than you! She has a life, she just got out of school, Tre. Why?!" Tre was taken aback "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, your sister... Young... My fault," he stammered, "You're right, it was."
My eyes filled up again with tears when I realized what I had thrown away, my life.
The next day was an awkward one, I refused to eat, leave my bed, or even talk to anyone. I cried for hours on end. Thinking, rethinking, and more sobbing. Many times Mike, Billie, Adrienne, or even Tre tried to get me to speak to someone, anyone. But it failed, I lost it. I can't even describe what was going on inside my head.
After days of moping, sobbing, and thinking I finally emerged from my vegative state to eat something other than the ice cream Adi had given me. I took a shower and made my final desicion, I was keeping the baby. It too, deserved a life, and it was selfish of me to think only about my problems, instead of the human being inside of me.
Too bad that this didn't last.
In Germany, a month later, and accident happened.
It started when the five of us (Ava had enough of the drama, and went back home with her new european boyfriend) decided to go out for the night. Billie Joe, Tre, and Adrienne got hopelessly drunk, leaving me and Mike responsible. We tried to get them to a cab, finally after many minutes of struggling to support them, we were outside. I called a cab while Mike made sure none of the "children" did anything stupid.
Before the cab arrived, I noticed a small group of people messing with, what appeared to be a drag queen, being bisexual, this bothered me deeply. I walked over to the three men, harrasing this poor woman, I confronted them with confidence, "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted. The men looked at me, now looking at them, I realized that they were American, very nationalist right wing Americans.
***
I woke up later, in a bed, strung up to IVs Tre looked at me with tired, dreary, puffy eyes. "What is it with you and hospitals?" he inquired, trying to lighten the mood. For some reason I felt oddly alone, empty even. The next thing I knew, Billie Joe was next to me, telling me what had happened. "They knocked you, knocked you good. You fell hard, they hit you and then ran off, clearly high. Uhh... I'm sorry hunny, there isn't an easy way to tell you... They couldn't... The Doctors tried their best... The baby... Didn't make it." I thought this was a sick joke, and refused to believe it until a doctor showed up and told me what had happened, more blunt then how my brother had. I took it pretty well, if you think sobbing hysterically and falling into an instant hatred toward myself.
I needed to go back to America...
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