Kiss the Demons out of my Dreams, chapter 13
BILLIE'S POV
"Tre, you perv!" I cried. "God, BJ! In my very own living room," Tre faked disgust as he went into the kitchen and put down the groceries. I ignored his last remark. "What did you get for breakfast?" I asked. "I bought pancake mix. I'm going to make you people my famous Tre Cool Pancakes!" he said excitedly. "Oh no," I groaned. "Tre, last time you tried to cook, you almost burnt down the house," I reminded him. "Yeah, well, that was a mistake. I didn't mean to leave the toast in the toaster!" he defended himself. "Now, go upstairs with Carrie, and I'll call you down when they're ready," Tre shooed me away. With one last worried look at the kitchen, I went up and opened the door to my room. Carrie was laying on the bed. She was back in my pajama pants and sweatshirt, her wet hair clinging to the sides of her face. "Hurry up, Billie. Mike's gonna be here any minute," she told me, her eyes still closed. I dropped my towel and went rummaging through the drawers. "Billie! Mike's here! And breakfast is ready! Get the fuck down here!" Tre shouted from downstairs. I pulled Carrie up from the bed, wishing everyone else would go away so that we could stay up here. Mike was sitting at the kitchen table where Tre was setting pancakes in front of him. We sat down and I grabbed a pancake. He'sitantly, I took a small bite. "Tre, what did you put in here?" I asked, looking at the droopy pancake in my hand. It was horrible. "I didn't do anything! I just put sugar on them," Tre said. I spit the pancake on my plate. "Dude! That wasn't sugar. It was salt!" I cried. Mike and Carrie were on the floor, laughing. "Let's just forget about breakfast and go practice," I got up and retrieved my guitar. We went down to the basement. "Hey Billie. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm tired," Carrie said, rubbing her eyes. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked, worried. "Yeah. I'm gonna go upstairs. I'm just tired, that's all," she said in an assuring way, then kissed me and left.
CARRIE'S POV
I don't know why I was so tired, but I just shut myself in Billie's room and collapsed on the bed. I was shivering, even though it was the summer. I was shivering so badly. All I could think about was how cold I was. I got under the covers, but the shivering wouldn't stop. My face felt like it was burning up, but my body felt like ice. I tried to call out to Billie, but no sound came from my mouth. I was so thirsty. I just curled up into a tighter ball under the covers. I wished as hard as I could that Billie would come up and hold me, keep me warm take care of me. What was probably minutes but felt like hours later, I felt myself drift into a restless sleep full of fevered dreams. In my unconscious state, pictures and dreams flew across my mind, leaving as quickly as they came. Finally, one, the most familiar, settled in. I was standing on my neighborhood street. But this time it was different. This time, me and Billie were giggling and walking down the street towards our pond. We got there and sat on the edge of the pond, me snuggled up in his arms. I had never had this dream before, and I happily settled into it, briefly forgetting my pain and wounds. In the dream, Billie leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, and he picked up a stone, one with a beautiful pattern of grey speckles. He handed the stone to me, and I smiled. Then, the grin left my face. A sudden jolt of fear ran through my mind. My father had appeared in the clearing, and was stumbling drunkenly. "Carrie, get your ass home," he yelled at me. "Dad, I'll go home later. I'm busy," I pleaded bravely. "Busy doing what? Fucking this punk?" he leered, coming closer. "No, don't come closer. I'll be home soon, I promise," I said, my voice shaking. "Leave her alone," Billie suddenly shouted, standing up. "What are you, her fucking boyfriend?" my father raged at Billie. "Yeah, I am," Billie said. "Carrie, if you don't get home now, I'm gonna kill you," my father shouted. "Don't you dare threaten her, you bastard!" Billie roared, lunging at him. Suddenly, my father pulled out a gun and shot. All I heard was a scream of pain and I saw Billie fall to the floor. "Billie!" I shrieked. I ran to his body, which was lying lifeless on the floor. A pool of dark, red blood was pouring out of his stomach. I threw myself over his body, which was already turning cold. I huddled next to his dead body, willing him to come back. But he was gone. And my father had killed him. I looked up at my father, tears streaming down my face. I had endured years of him beating me, but killing the only person who mattered, who cared about me... I ran at him. He caught my throat and shoved me to the floor. His grip on my neck tightened, and I couldn't get any air. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. The corners of my vision were becoming blurry from lack of oxygen, and I felt my body growing weaker and weaker, heavier and heavier. The last thing I saw was Billie Joe, bleeding on the ground, before my world went black.
"Tre, you perv!" I cried. "God, BJ! In my very own living room," Tre faked disgust as he went into the kitchen and put down the groceries. I ignored his last remark. "What did you get for breakfast?" I asked. "I bought pancake mix. I'm going to make you people my famous Tre Cool Pancakes!" he said excitedly. "Oh no," I groaned. "Tre, last time you tried to cook, you almost burnt down the house," I reminded him. "Yeah, well, that was a mistake. I didn't mean to leave the toast in the toaster!" he defended himself. "Now, go upstairs with Carrie, and I'll call you down when they're ready," Tre shooed me away. With one last worried look at the kitchen, I went up and opened the door to my room. Carrie was laying on the bed. She was back in my pajama pants and sweatshirt, her wet hair clinging to the sides of her face. "Hurry up, Billie. Mike's gonna be here any minute," she told me, her eyes still closed. I dropped my towel and went rummaging through the drawers. "Billie! Mike's here! And breakfast is ready! Get the fuck down here!" Tre shouted from downstairs. I pulled Carrie up from the bed, wishing everyone else would go away so that we could stay up here. Mike was sitting at the kitchen table where Tre was setting pancakes in front of him. We sat down and I grabbed a pancake. He'sitantly, I took a small bite. "Tre, what did you put in here?" I asked, looking at the droopy pancake in my hand. It was horrible. "I didn't do anything! I just put sugar on them," Tre said. I spit the pancake on my plate. "Dude! That wasn't sugar. It was salt!" I cried. Mike and Carrie were on the floor, laughing. "Let's just forget about breakfast and go practice," I got up and retrieved my guitar. We went down to the basement. "Hey Billie. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm tired," Carrie said, rubbing her eyes. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked, worried. "Yeah. I'm gonna go upstairs. I'm just tired, that's all," she said in an assuring way, then kissed me and left.
CARRIE'S POV
I don't know why I was so tired, but I just shut myself in Billie's room and collapsed on the bed. I was shivering, even though it was the summer. I was shivering so badly. All I could think about was how cold I was. I got under the covers, but the shivering wouldn't stop. My face felt like it was burning up, but my body felt like ice. I tried to call out to Billie, but no sound came from my mouth. I was so thirsty. I just curled up into a tighter ball under the covers. I wished as hard as I could that Billie would come up and hold me, keep me warm take care of me. What was probably minutes but felt like hours later, I felt myself drift into a restless sleep full of fevered dreams. In my unconscious state, pictures and dreams flew across my mind, leaving as quickly as they came. Finally, one, the most familiar, settled in. I was standing on my neighborhood street. But this time it was different. This time, me and Billie were giggling and walking down the street towards our pond. We got there and sat on the edge of the pond, me snuggled up in his arms. I had never had this dream before, and I happily settled into it, briefly forgetting my pain and wounds. In the dream, Billie leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, and he picked up a stone, one with a beautiful pattern of grey speckles. He handed the stone to me, and I smiled. Then, the grin left my face. A sudden jolt of fear ran through my mind. My father had appeared in the clearing, and was stumbling drunkenly. "Carrie, get your ass home," he yelled at me. "Dad, I'll go home later. I'm busy," I pleaded bravely. "Busy doing what? Fucking this punk?" he leered, coming closer. "No, don't come closer. I'll be home soon, I promise," I said, my voice shaking. "Leave her alone," Billie suddenly shouted, standing up. "What are you, her fucking boyfriend?" my father raged at Billie. "Yeah, I am," Billie said. "Carrie, if you don't get home now, I'm gonna kill you," my father shouted. "Don't you dare threaten her, you bastard!" Billie roared, lunging at him. Suddenly, my father pulled out a gun and shot. All I heard was a scream of pain and I saw Billie fall to the floor. "Billie!" I shrieked. I ran to his body, which was lying lifeless on the floor. A pool of dark, red blood was pouring out of his stomach. I threw myself over his body, which was already turning cold. I huddled next to his dead body, willing him to come back. But he was gone. And my father had killed him. I looked up at my father, tears streaming down my face. I had endured years of him beating me, but killing the only person who mattered, who cared about me... I ran at him. He caught my throat and shoved me to the floor. His grip on my neck tightened, and I couldn't get any air. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. The corners of my vision were becoming blurry from lack of oxygen, and I felt my body growing weaker and weaker, heavier and heavier. The last thing I saw was Billie Joe, bleeding on the ground, before my world went black.
