Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 1
Would you believe me if I told you that I was in love with Billie Joe Armstrong? You probably would. Hell, we've been together so long, right? Well, if you could see what really goes on in this relationship, I think you'd be having your doubts. How can a person hurt so much, be so angry all of the time, and still be in love? So, I guess the question is, 'do I love Billie Joe Armstrong?' My answer...'I don't know'...
*Nobody's POV*
Billie Joe woke up sprawled across the floor, which was covered in beer bottles. "Oh shit" he thought. Today was going to be hell, maybe even worse than last night. Wait, what happened last night? Billie Joe thought. He tried to stand up, but almost screamed. He was sore from head to toe. Then, all of the events from the previous night came flooding back to him. 'I had fallen asleep, and..no, I blacked out. That's right, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I passed out. She must have went back to the bedroom. I hope she's feeling okay now. Last night must have been hell for her.' Then, some sick part of Billie Joe Armstrong rebelled against these caring thoughts. He wasn't sorry. She totally deserves everything she's getting today. Billie Joe froze. He was scared beyond his wits. He had never had these thoughts after an episode like last night. And these episodes happened a lot. Anger turned into yelling, yelling turned into pushing, pushing turned into.......well, you get my drift. Bruises were just another sick reminder to get the cycle starting again. Billie Joe quickly shoved those nasty thoughts out of his head. They were the thoughts that would get him in very deep trouble. He tried his hardest to bring back the loving , caring attitude he had not minutes before, but found it hard to do. He forced himself to grab some Aspirin and a glass of water, to ease her pain. He walked into the bedroom as quietly as possible, but, despite his efforts, he still aroused her. She looked up at him with that face that now angered him beyond belief.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"... but that was enough to strike fear into anybody..."Um, I just, um, brought some Aspirin, for your headache. You drank a lot last night."
*Nobody's POV*
Billie Joe woke up sprawled across the floor, which was covered in beer bottles. "Oh shit" he thought. Today was going to be hell, maybe even worse than last night. Wait, what happened last night? Billie Joe thought. He tried to stand up, but almost screamed. He was sore from head to toe. Then, all of the events from the previous night came flooding back to him. 'I had fallen asleep, and..no, I blacked out. That's right, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I passed out. She must have went back to the bedroom. I hope she's feeling okay now. Last night must have been hell for her.' Then, some sick part of Billie Joe Armstrong rebelled against these caring thoughts. He wasn't sorry. She totally deserves everything she's getting today. Billie Joe froze. He was scared beyond his wits. He had never had these thoughts after an episode like last night. And these episodes happened a lot. Anger turned into yelling, yelling turned into pushing, pushing turned into.......well, you get my drift. Bruises were just another sick reminder to get the cycle starting again. Billie Joe quickly shoved those nasty thoughts out of his head. They were the thoughts that would get him in very deep trouble. He tried his hardest to bring back the loving , caring attitude he had not minutes before, but found it hard to do. He forced himself to grab some Aspirin and a glass of water, to ease her pain. He walked into the bedroom as quietly as possible, but, despite his efforts, he still aroused her. She looked up at him with that face that now angered him beyond belief.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"... but that was enough to strike fear into anybody..."Um, I just, um, brought some Aspirin, for your headache. You drank a lot last night."
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