Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 2
Billie Joe practically cowered in fear. He knew what her reaction would be. And he was right.
"And whose fucking fault is that?!?" she screamed. "If you weren't such a fuck up, if you were the man I need, I wouldn't need an escape! But you cause me so much shame. You are what I'm stuck with, and I have to live with that every day! You KNOW that if it weren't for the money, I wouldn't be here. I'd have a real man, not some sissy punk. FUCK, WHERE THE FUCK'S THAT ASPIRIN!?!" she shrieked.
But Billie Joe seemed to have had enough. "Get it yourself, bitch!" he screamed. But he realized his mistake before he even finished his sentence. The look on her face was enough to make Billie Joe want to cry.
"What did you say to me, Billie Joe Armstrong?" she said in a barely audible, yet sickeningly dangerous whisper. Billie Joe was silent. He'd really fucked up this time. He saw her pick up the closest thing she could find that would hurt... Which just happened to be his studded belt.
She stood up, glowering at him, and started heading his way. Raising the belt, she struck her first blow. The pain was almost unbearable, and Billie Joe knew that it wouldn't end anytime soon. Still speaking in that deadly whisper which was a million times worse than shrieking, she said,
"Don't. (another strike from the belt) You. (another) Ever. (hits him again) Talk. (Billie Joe was crying at this point) To. (another blow) Me. (another) That (another) Way. (another hit. Billie Joe was screaming as the silver spikes cut into his flesh) Again... EVER! (Billie Joe was now bleeding profusely). Do you FUCKING hear me?!?"
Billie Joe could only mumble.
"I said do you hear me!" she screamed at the top of her voice, hitting Billie Joe once again.
"Yes." Billie Joe whispered.
"That's what I thought. Now get your ass up. You're so pathetic." she said, looking at him with disgust. Billie Joe shakily got up and cowered against the wall. Giving the bleeding and tearstained Billie Joe one last evil look, she headed towards the bathroom for a shower. Once the water turned on and Billie Joe knew it was safe, he sunk to the floor, crying like a child. He cried until his head hurt. He heard the water stop, and was thrown into a state of panic. Not knowing whether he should leave the room, he decided to tidy up.
When she walked out of the bathroom and saw Billie Joe's trembling and red, puffy eyed figure, trying his best to please her, she only felt a twinge of disgust. This was normal. Once she sobered up and the headache started to fade, she would become something close to human again. But that doesn't mean she had to be nice.
"Hurry your ass up and make me some breakfast." she spat at him. "And for fuck's sake, clean yourself up, you look pathetic."
He sniffled a little and finished cleaning, with her standing there and watching him. When he finished he went into the bathroom. She followed.
He was in the process of washing his face. When he looked up from the sink and saw her in the mirror standing behind him, he guessed what was coming.
"Sit down." she said, pointing at the toilet. He sat and waited while she grabbed some peroxide, anti-bacterial ointment, cotton balls, and some dressings for his wounds. She put some peroxide on his cuts, and smiled as his face contorted in pain. She finished dressing his wounds very roughly, and commanded him out of the bathroom. She grabbed him some clean clothes and he changed into them, a little shy about being seen naked by this woman who seemed to hate him. When he was done, she shoved him out of the room and slammed the door. He knew punishment was going to be severe all day; she was extremely pissed about the way he spoke to her this morning. He stumbled, and she pushed him down the stairs. He fell in a ball at the floor.
"Get up," was all she said as she walked past him and into the kitchen. He lay there, trying his hardest not to cry. He truly did love her when they got together, and he had the smallest feeling that she just might of loved him, too. But it seemed that that had all changed. Now every day that he was with her, he was miserable.
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw her sitting at the table, looking at him with nothing short of hate.
"Make my breakfast. And hurry up, I don't want your pathetic cowering to slow you down again," she said.
He moved to get a pan and he heard her mumbling 'pathetic' under her breath.
Once he had finished Billie Joe placed the plate in front of her. He moved to make his own breakfast when she grabbed his arm.
"Sit down," she commanded.
He sat there, watching her eat the meal, belly wracked with hunger. When she finished, she looked up at his miserable face.
"What?" she spat. "Are you hungry?"
He looked like he was on the verge of tears. When he didn't answer, her temper started to rise again.
"I asked you a fucking question! Answer me!" she screamed. A tear leaked from his face.
"Are you hungry?" she said again, this time calmer.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Alright then." she said. "I'll make you breakfast." she headed over to the fridge and started fishing out something to feed Billie Joe. She came upon a packet of bacon, and a satisfied smirk played across her face. She stood up and headed towards the pan. When Billie Joe saw the bacon, he was both confused and hurt. No matter how mad she got at him, she always managed to respect the fact that he was vegetarian. He gave her a pathetic look, and she stopped.
"What, I thought you were hungry. Aren't you?" she smiled as he hesitated. "Well! Are you fucking hungry, or aren't you!?! Cause you can starve, I don't give a flying fuck! Do you want the food I'm taking my precious time to prepare for you!?!"
"Yes." he whispered. He really was hungry.
She set the plate in front of Billie Joe and his stomach turned.
"Eat it." she said. He took one of the pieces of bacon and looked at it. He was disgusted beyond belief.
"Eat it." she repeated. "Or I'll go get that belt again."
He lifted the bacon and took a bite. When he swallowed, he knew he was going to hurl. She laughed coldly as he ran into the bathroom. Just then, the phone rang. She looked at the caller i. D. It said 'Mike Dirnt. ' She picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey, Adrienne." Mike answered.
"And whose fucking fault is that?!?" she screamed. "If you weren't such a fuck up, if you were the man I need, I wouldn't need an escape! But you cause me so much shame. You are what I'm stuck with, and I have to live with that every day! You KNOW that if it weren't for the money, I wouldn't be here. I'd have a real man, not some sissy punk. FUCK, WHERE THE FUCK'S THAT ASPIRIN!?!" she shrieked.
But Billie Joe seemed to have had enough. "Get it yourself, bitch!" he screamed. But he realized his mistake before he even finished his sentence. The look on her face was enough to make Billie Joe want to cry.
"What did you say to me, Billie Joe Armstrong?" she said in a barely audible, yet sickeningly dangerous whisper. Billie Joe was silent. He'd really fucked up this time. He saw her pick up the closest thing she could find that would hurt... Which just happened to be his studded belt.
She stood up, glowering at him, and started heading his way. Raising the belt, she struck her first blow. The pain was almost unbearable, and Billie Joe knew that it wouldn't end anytime soon. Still speaking in that deadly whisper which was a million times worse than shrieking, she said,
"Don't. (another strike from the belt) You. (another) Ever. (hits him again) Talk. (Billie Joe was crying at this point) To. (another blow) Me. (another) That (another) Way. (another hit. Billie Joe was screaming as the silver spikes cut into his flesh) Again... EVER! (Billie Joe was now bleeding profusely). Do you FUCKING hear me?!?"
Billie Joe could only mumble.
"I said do you hear me!" she screamed at the top of her voice, hitting Billie Joe once again.
"Yes." Billie Joe whispered.
"That's what I thought. Now get your ass up. You're so pathetic." she said, looking at him with disgust. Billie Joe shakily got up and cowered against the wall. Giving the bleeding and tearstained Billie Joe one last evil look, she headed towards the bathroom for a shower. Once the water turned on and Billie Joe knew it was safe, he sunk to the floor, crying like a child. He cried until his head hurt. He heard the water stop, and was thrown into a state of panic. Not knowing whether he should leave the room, he decided to tidy up.
When she walked out of the bathroom and saw Billie Joe's trembling and red, puffy eyed figure, trying his best to please her, she only felt a twinge of disgust. This was normal. Once she sobered up and the headache started to fade, she would become something close to human again. But that doesn't mean she had to be nice.
"Hurry your ass up and make me some breakfast." she spat at him. "And for fuck's sake, clean yourself up, you look pathetic."
He sniffled a little and finished cleaning, with her standing there and watching him. When he finished he went into the bathroom. She followed.
He was in the process of washing his face. When he looked up from the sink and saw her in the mirror standing behind him, he guessed what was coming.
"Sit down." she said, pointing at the toilet. He sat and waited while she grabbed some peroxide, anti-bacterial ointment, cotton balls, and some dressings for his wounds. She put some peroxide on his cuts, and smiled as his face contorted in pain. She finished dressing his wounds very roughly, and commanded him out of the bathroom. She grabbed him some clean clothes and he changed into them, a little shy about being seen naked by this woman who seemed to hate him. When he was done, she shoved him out of the room and slammed the door. He knew punishment was going to be severe all day; she was extremely pissed about the way he spoke to her this morning. He stumbled, and she pushed him down the stairs. He fell in a ball at the floor.
"Get up," was all she said as she walked past him and into the kitchen. He lay there, trying his hardest not to cry. He truly did love her when they got together, and he had the smallest feeling that she just might of loved him, too. But it seemed that that had all changed. Now every day that he was with her, he was miserable.
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw her sitting at the table, looking at him with nothing short of hate.
"Make my breakfast. And hurry up, I don't want your pathetic cowering to slow you down again," she said.
He moved to get a pan and he heard her mumbling 'pathetic' under her breath.
Once he had finished Billie Joe placed the plate in front of her. He moved to make his own breakfast when she grabbed his arm.
"Sit down," she commanded.
He sat there, watching her eat the meal, belly wracked with hunger. When she finished, she looked up at his miserable face.
"What?" she spat. "Are you hungry?"
He looked like he was on the verge of tears. When he didn't answer, her temper started to rise again.
"I asked you a fucking question! Answer me!" she screamed. A tear leaked from his face.
"Are you hungry?" she said again, this time calmer.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Alright then." she said. "I'll make you breakfast." she headed over to the fridge and started fishing out something to feed Billie Joe. She came upon a packet of bacon, and a satisfied smirk played across her face. She stood up and headed towards the pan. When Billie Joe saw the bacon, he was both confused and hurt. No matter how mad she got at him, she always managed to respect the fact that he was vegetarian. He gave her a pathetic look, and she stopped.
"What, I thought you were hungry. Aren't you?" she smiled as he hesitated. "Well! Are you fucking hungry, or aren't you!?! Cause you can starve, I don't give a flying fuck! Do you want the food I'm taking my precious time to prepare for you!?!"
"Yes." he whispered. He really was hungry.
She set the plate in front of Billie Joe and his stomach turned.
"Eat it." she said. He took one of the pieces of bacon and looked at it. He was disgusted beyond belief.
"Eat it." she repeated. "Or I'll go get that belt again."
He lifted the bacon and took a bite. When he swallowed, he knew he was going to hurl. She laughed coldly as he ran into the bathroom. Just then, the phone rang. She looked at the caller i. D. It said 'Mike Dirnt. ' She picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey, Adrienne." Mike answered.
