Dry Ice, chapter 2
I walked out of the front door, while thinking: "Why is this happening to me?" I though and went down another corner. My cell was vibrating in my pocket, and I picked it up. "Hello?" I said. "Hello Trè. Where the fuck are you?" Billie's voice said. "Aah.. Nowhere." I told him and all I wanted was to hung up. "You've got to come home and make me some dinner soon." he nodded. "Why me?" I said nervous. "Because Mike isn't home, and Adrienne will soon bring the kids, and I can't cook." "Ok..ey," I whispered. "That's a deal," Billie said and hunged up. I quickly went home, and when I got there Billie was in the door. "What the hell took you so long time?!" "Hey, it's just a quarter since yo.." I started. "Whatever asshole, get in the kitchen and make me some food, omg, I'm fucking starving already." "Okey," I said, and obeyed as always. I made him some meat and went to him with it. "Trèèè.. You know I'm a vegetarian!" he said complaining. But then I went more angry than sad. "Hey, I did what you told me, eat it or make your own food," I said fast and Billie got up. "You wanna bet?" he said ad stared into my eyes. I know it wasn't a good idea, but never if I were going to do that again.
"Where did the old Billie go?" I asked myself when I was on the kitchen again, cooking a new dinner. "Nah.. But I think it's gonna work," Billie said when I brough him his food. "It better do," I said lowly and went upstairs. How was I gonna make this hell? I decided, and went downstears again. "Billie, I feel ill, I think I'm going to bed," I lied. "Okey," Billie said and he wasn't even looking at me. I smiled a little bit, and went upstairs. I wrote a note for Billie, and lay it down at my desk. Then I left.
[Billie's point of view:]
Two hours later Adrienne brough the kids, Mike came home. "Hey, where is Trè?" he asked me. "Who care's?" I erected and I got to admit, I was in pretty bad mood that day. Mike smiled. "Stop kidding, where is he?" "In his bedroom sleeping, he got ill." I replied. "Okey, I gotta tell him something importaint." Mike said, but then I went cureiouss. "Hey Mike.. What's so importaint?" "I guess you would like to know," he laughed and went upstairs, but was quickly down again. "Trè isn't in his room," Mike said. "Maybe his in your's," I said and laughed. Mike stared at me as if I had killed Trè or something. "What? That's more annoying than he is," I told Mike. Mike still looked at me. "I am sure he just went out or something, don't worry." "Without your notice?" he asked me. "Well, I guess I fell asleep for a moment," I told him. "Dont worry, Trè always come back.." "Yes, you've got right, he does, Mike smiled.
The day after that I awoke elleven oh' clock while the doorbell was ringing. "Why didn't Trè awoke me?" I wondered, but soon got up when the doorbell ringed one more time. I went down and opened the door. "Hey, I was just gonna pick up the kids," Adrienne said. "They didn't even had time to get up," I said and she came in the hall. "Okey, but then you can wake them. This is the only time I can get them, I've got other stuff to do later," she said. "Oh, ofcourse." I replied, and woke the kids. "Hurry up," Adrienne yelled in the hall while they were dressing. "Bye, I love you," I said and kissed them at their chins. "Bye daddy," they said and went down. I wondered why Trè didn't had awoked yet, but I figured out a sort of revence. I went in his room. "Trèèèè, get u.." I stopped and looked in the empty room. "You don't fool me that easy," I said with a teasing voice and went over to his bed. It wasn't touched. I went around the room sometimes, wondering where he could be. I looked down at the floor and found a message. "To Billie. All I ever did since the year of 1992 was obbeying you. Doing everything you told me to do. Mike was nicer, and I tried to behave like him around you, but you just ignored me. Anyhow it comes, I still care for you, even though I know you hate me. Btw, tell Mike I care for him to. Bye." "Haha," I said and didn't took the message serious. I recyled it. He was probably just at the foodstore or something.
[Mike's point of view:]
I woke up later than normal, and that felt kinda good. "Thank you Trè," I though and went downstairs. "Hi Billie, where is Trè?" "At the foodstore I think," he replied. "You think?" I said and looked weird at him. "Yes. He hasn't touched his bed so.." he stopped. "So?" I said. "So? Nothing." he replied. "He wasn't in yesterday either." I said and looked at him. "No, but.. You know Trè." he said and I calmed. "Stop worrying yourself Mike, Billie's got right." I though and went into the kitchen, making some coffee.
Two hours went, and no sigh of Trè. "He left a funny message though," Billie said and laughed while he was pointing at the trash can. I started looking in it, and I found the massage. I read it. "Billie.." I started. "Hey man. You know that isn't true. Oh, come on Mike, Trè is just joking as always." he said and nodded. "Oh yes, sure he does," I said lowly. But Trè didn't came home that day.
"Where did the old Billie go?" I asked myself when I was on the kitchen again, cooking a new dinner. "Nah.. But I think it's gonna work," Billie said when I brough him his food. "It better do," I said lowly and went upstairs. How was I gonna make this hell? I decided, and went downstears again. "Billie, I feel ill, I think I'm going to bed," I lied. "Okey," Billie said and he wasn't even looking at me. I smiled a little bit, and went upstairs. I wrote a note for Billie, and lay it down at my desk. Then I left.
[Billie's point of view:]
Two hours later Adrienne brough the kids, Mike came home. "Hey, where is Trè?" he asked me. "Who care's?" I erected and I got to admit, I was in pretty bad mood that day. Mike smiled. "Stop kidding, where is he?" "In his bedroom sleeping, he got ill." I replied. "Okey, I gotta tell him something importaint." Mike said, but then I went cureiouss. "Hey Mike.. What's so importaint?" "I guess you would like to know," he laughed and went upstairs, but was quickly down again. "Trè isn't in his room," Mike said. "Maybe his in your's," I said and laughed. Mike stared at me as if I had killed Trè or something. "What? That's more annoying than he is," I told Mike. Mike still looked at me. "I am sure he just went out or something, don't worry." "Without your notice?" he asked me. "Well, I guess I fell asleep for a moment," I told him. "Dont worry, Trè always come back.." "Yes, you've got right, he does, Mike smiled.
The day after that I awoke elleven oh' clock while the doorbell was ringing. "Why didn't Trè awoke me?" I wondered, but soon got up when the doorbell ringed one more time. I went down and opened the door. "Hey, I was just gonna pick up the kids," Adrienne said. "They didn't even had time to get up," I said and she came in the hall. "Okey, but then you can wake them. This is the only time I can get them, I've got other stuff to do later," she said. "Oh, ofcourse." I replied, and woke the kids. "Hurry up," Adrienne yelled in the hall while they were dressing. "Bye, I love you," I said and kissed them at their chins. "Bye daddy," they said and went down. I wondered why Trè didn't had awoked yet, but I figured out a sort of revence. I went in his room. "Trèèèè, get u.." I stopped and looked in the empty room. "You don't fool me that easy," I said with a teasing voice and went over to his bed. It wasn't touched. I went around the room sometimes, wondering where he could be. I looked down at the floor and found a message. "To Billie. All I ever did since the year of 1992 was obbeying you. Doing everything you told me to do. Mike was nicer, and I tried to behave like him around you, but you just ignored me. Anyhow it comes, I still care for you, even though I know you hate me. Btw, tell Mike I care for him to. Bye." "Haha," I said and didn't took the message serious. I recyled it. He was probably just at the foodstore or something.
[Mike's point of view:]
I woke up later than normal, and that felt kinda good. "Thank you Trè," I though and went downstairs. "Hi Billie, where is Trè?" "At the foodstore I think," he replied. "You think?" I said and looked weird at him. "Yes. He hasn't touched his bed so.." he stopped. "So?" I said. "So? Nothing." he replied. "He wasn't in yesterday either." I said and looked at him. "No, but.. You know Trè." he said and I calmed. "Stop worrying yourself Mike, Billie's got right." I though and went into the kitchen, making some coffee.
Two hours went, and no sigh of Trè. "He left a funny message though," Billie said and laughed while he was pointing at the trash can. I started looking in it, and I found the massage. I read it. "Billie.." I started. "Hey man. You know that isn't true. Oh, come on Mike, Trè is just joking as always." he said and nodded. "Oh yes, sure he does," I said lowly. But Trè didn't came home that day.
