Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 3
LATER THAT NIGHT
Adrienne lay slumped on the couch with a beer bottle dangling from her finger tips. "Billie Joe!" she said, slurring her words. Billie Joe came into the room timidly; he knew how she got when she was drunk. But to his surprise, she motioned for him to sit next to her. Once he had made himself comfortable on the couch, she leaned towards him.
"Hey, Billie. You know what? I think I'm a little drunk. Hahaha, drunk. That's a funny word. But seriously, you know what?"
Billie Joe was shocked to see her in such a good mood. "What's that?" he said.
Adrienne hesitated. Finally, she bent over him and put her mouth next to his ear.
"I love you." she said. Billie Joe couldn't move. Was this the alcohol speaking? It must be. She didn't really love him. He just looked at her. Then he saw a new look on her face. It was like curiosity. She leaned forward so that their faces were only inches apart. She studied his face, from the flawless complexion to the beautiful green eyes. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. She leaned even closer, staring into his eyes. He could smell the beer on her breath. Then, after a few minutes, still staring into his eyes, she broke the distance. Their lips closed over each other as softly as physically possible, and all the time they never stopped looking into each other's eyes. Then, Adrienne pulled apart and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. Finally, she spoke.
"Hey, Billie? Guess what." she said, swaying a little.
"Huh?" he said, still in a state of shock. She slid her hand down his stomach and rested it on his crotch. His eyes widened. Not from excitement, but from fear. This wasn't what he wanted. She was going to hurt him.
"You're really sexy." She smiled stupidly. His eyes were watering. She then proceeded to take off his black pants. She was in the middle of sliding them down his legs when he grabbed her arm.
"Please, Adrienne," he said, "I really don't want to." She twisted his arm and came up to his face. "Yes, you do." she said. A tear leaked down his face as the pain in his arm intensified. The entire experience was painful for him, both physically and emotionally. When she was done, she got off of him and collapsed on to his chest. After a few minutes, she spoke.
"Billie Joe, you're mine, you know that?" she said. He said nothing, so she continued. "You're mine, you belong to me, so don't you ever fucking leave me, do you hear? Don't ever leave. Cause I'll kill you. I swear on everything holy, I'll kill you." He was still crying, and this last statement made him cry even harder. They fell asleep like that. Adrienne, drunk, on his lap, and Billie Joe, crying, trying to recover from the pain she had just inflicted on him. No, she didn't love him.
Adrienne lay slumped on the couch with a beer bottle dangling from her finger tips. "Billie Joe!" she said, slurring her words. Billie Joe came into the room timidly; he knew how she got when she was drunk. But to his surprise, she motioned for him to sit next to her. Once he had made himself comfortable on the couch, she leaned towards him.
"Hey, Billie. You know what? I think I'm a little drunk. Hahaha, drunk. That's a funny word. But seriously, you know what?"
Billie Joe was shocked to see her in such a good mood. "What's that?" he said.
Adrienne hesitated. Finally, she bent over him and put her mouth next to his ear.
"I love you." she said. Billie Joe couldn't move. Was this the alcohol speaking? It must be. She didn't really love him. He just looked at her. Then he saw a new look on her face. It was like curiosity. She leaned forward so that their faces were only inches apart. She studied his face, from the flawless complexion to the beautiful green eyes. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. She leaned even closer, staring into his eyes. He could smell the beer on her breath. Then, after a few minutes, still staring into his eyes, she broke the distance. Their lips closed over each other as softly as physically possible, and all the time they never stopped looking into each other's eyes. Then, Adrienne pulled apart and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. Finally, she spoke.
"Hey, Billie? Guess what." she said, swaying a little.
"Huh?" he said, still in a state of shock. She slid her hand down his stomach and rested it on his crotch. His eyes widened. Not from excitement, but from fear. This wasn't what he wanted. She was going to hurt him.
"You're really sexy." She smiled stupidly. His eyes were watering. She then proceeded to take off his black pants. She was in the middle of sliding them down his legs when he grabbed her arm.
"Please, Adrienne," he said, "I really don't want to." She twisted his arm and came up to his face. "Yes, you do." she said. A tear leaked down his face as the pain in his arm intensified. The entire experience was painful for him, both physically and emotionally. When she was done, she got off of him and collapsed on to his chest. After a few minutes, she spoke.
"Billie Joe, you're mine, you know that?" she said. He said nothing, so she continued. "You're mine, you belong to me, so don't you ever fucking leave me, do you hear? Don't ever leave. Cause I'll kill you. I swear on everything holy, I'll kill you." He was still crying, and this last statement made him cry even harder. They fell asleep like that. Adrienne, drunk, on his lap, and Billie Joe, crying, trying to recover from the pain she had just inflicted on him. No, she didn't love him.
