Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 4
Billie Joe woke up the next morning with his wife almost falling off of the couch. He didn't dare move. He was terrified. Adrienne was almost as bad when she had a hangover as she was when she was drunk. He yawned, and Adrienne stirred. She woke up and stretched. She moved to get up, and rested her hand on Billie Joe's crotch for support. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying; he was just painfully reminded of last night's events. She looked at her surroundings, from the empty beer bottles, to Billie Joe, to their clothes strewn across the floor.
"Get me some fucking Aspirin, Billie." she whispered. He got up and fetched her the bottle of Aspirin and a glass of water. When he got back to the living room, he handed it to her.
"Sit down." she commanded him. He did as he was told. She swallowed down the pills with a gulp of water, then set the glass on the table next to the couch. Then she turned to him, looking him straight in the eyes. She was shocked to find that it gave her a peculiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wracked her brain for the memory that would explain why, but she was too drunk last night to remember anything except her first few beers.
"Now, I want you to tell me, in every detail, what happened last night. I want to hear the conversations word-for-word." she commanded her husband. He had a pained look on his face. She smiled, realizing that whatever happened last night was painful for him. Despite his efforts to keep calm, he started crying.
"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed. "Tell me what fucking happened!" He sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"God, you're pathetic. Stop your childish sniffling and tell me what fucking happened. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
He calmed himself down. "Well, you were here, in the living room, on the couch, and you called me into the room......... You, uh, told me to sit.... Um, next to you....." he waited for her reaction, but her face remained blank, so he continued. "So, I, I did. You, um, you were, ah,........ Really drunk. You said you thought you were a little drunk. Then you kinda started mumbling the word 'drunk' to yourself. And then, you, um, you kinda, well, um,"
"Spit it out, you stuttering fucking retard!" she interrupted him.
"Um, you, ah, you said, well, you kinda leaned over to speak into my ear, and, um, you sorta said........ I mean, you told me that...... Er, um, you were all like,........... Uh."
"HOLY FUCK, JUST FUCKING SAY IT, I HAVEN'T GOT A FUCKING LIFETIME TO WAIT FOR YOU TO GROW UP AND BE A MAN. TELL ME WHAT I FUCKING SAID!" she shrieked.
"You, uh, you sorta told me that you, um......... You told me that you loved me." he finally got it out.
She just looked at him. Finally, after about thirty seconds, she said,
"I did?" she asked. Billie Joe nodded, more tears coming to his eyes. She just sat there, shocked.
"What happened after that?" she asked.
"Well, then, you, um....... You." he choked out that last 'you'. It was so hard for him to tell her what had happened. He just wanted to forget all about it. But she wouldn't let him. She knew it hurt.
"Tell me." she said. He looked at her, pain etched into his every feature, wishing he were anywhere but there. Finally, he spoke,
"You, ah, you took your, um, your hand, and you, kinda, did this thing, and, um, you like."
"Billie, what did I fucking do!" she screamed impatiently.
"You, ah, you ran your hand down my stomach," he paused, shuddering at the memory, "and you, um, you kinda placed it on....... On, my, um......."
"Oh." she said, taking in this shocking bit of information. "Keep going." she demanded.
"Then, um, you kinda, um, told me, you told me that you thought I was, ah, um.... Sexy." He paused, looking for her reaction. Her face was dark and she looked deep in thought. "You, well, I mean, we, we, well, you know. Please don't make me go into detail...... Please." he pleaded.
"Of course not, you fucking idiot. You think I want to hear about the crazy shit I did while I was drunk?!?" she looked at him with fresh disgust. Billie looked like he was struggling with himself. He kept lowering his head, then raising it again, biting his lip and looking anxious. Finally, he spoke.
"Ah, Adrienne? You, um, you didn't mean any of it, I mean, from last night, did you?" he asked nervously.
She looked at him hard. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Then, out of nowhere, she busted out laughing.
"You think I meant that?!? Hahahaha, bitch, you know I don't love you! How could I love a worthless fuck like you?!? Think about it! You're a pathetic, mumbling, sissy punk who's only good for the money and the bad sex when I'm too drunk and horny to think straight! You don't mean shit to me! GET A FUCKING CLUE! Hahahaha!" she was laughing cruelly at him. He couldn't help it, he started crying. Harder than he'd cried in a long time. He felt worthless and unloved. She had hurt him worse than he'd been hurt in a good while, and she hadn't laid a finger on him. She hated him. He just wanted to die. He just wanted to end it all, because life was never going to get better for him. I can't even begin to explain how horrible he felt at that moment. He just wanted to drown in his tears and sorrows. She laughed coldly at him. She was enjoying every moment of this. As she left the room, she lifted him up and smacked him in the face.
"Don't you ever even begin to think that I love you, or that I find you the least bit attractive. Because I don't. You're a pathetic idiot and I hate everything about you, right down to you're pathetic sniveling. I need a man, and Billie, you don't even come close." With that, to prove how serious she was, she kneeled him in the stomach. She kneeled him so hard, he couldn't breathe. He just wanted to die. He truly did just want to end it all. She was right, he really was a pathetic, mumbling sissy. He was worth nothing, and nobody loved him. At that moment Billie Joe Armstrong was perhaps the most depressed person on the planet. And things were never going to get better for him......... Never.
"Get me some fucking Aspirin, Billie." she whispered. He got up and fetched her the bottle of Aspirin and a glass of water. When he got back to the living room, he handed it to her.
"Sit down." she commanded him. He did as he was told. She swallowed down the pills with a gulp of water, then set the glass on the table next to the couch. Then she turned to him, looking him straight in the eyes. She was shocked to find that it gave her a peculiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wracked her brain for the memory that would explain why, but she was too drunk last night to remember anything except her first few beers.
"Now, I want you to tell me, in every detail, what happened last night. I want to hear the conversations word-for-word." she commanded her husband. He had a pained look on his face. She smiled, realizing that whatever happened last night was painful for him. Despite his efforts to keep calm, he started crying.
"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed. "Tell me what fucking happened!" He sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"God, you're pathetic. Stop your childish sniffling and tell me what fucking happened. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
He calmed himself down. "Well, you were here, in the living room, on the couch, and you called me into the room......... You, uh, told me to sit.... Um, next to you....." he waited for her reaction, but her face remained blank, so he continued. "So, I, I did. You, um, you were, ah,........ Really drunk. You said you thought you were a little drunk. Then you kinda started mumbling the word 'drunk' to yourself. And then, you, um, you kinda, well, um,"
"Spit it out, you stuttering fucking retard!" she interrupted him.
"Um, you, ah, you said, well, you kinda leaned over to speak into my ear, and, um, you sorta said........ I mean, you told me that...... Er, um, you were all like,........... Uh."
"HOLY FUCK, JUST FUCKING SAY IT, I HAVEN'T GOT A FUCKING LIFETIME TO WAIT FOR YOU TO GROW UP AND BE A MAN. TELL ME WHAT I FUCKING SAID!" she shrieked.
"You, uh, you sorta told me that you, um......... You told me that you loved me." he finally got it out.
She just looked at him. Finally, after about thirty seconds, she said,
"I did?" she asked. Billie Joe nodded, more tears coming to his eyes. She just sat there, shocked.
"What happened after that?" she asked.
"Well, then, you, um....... You." he choked out that last 'you'. It was so hard for him to tell her what had happened. He just wanted to forget all about it. But she wouldn't let him. She knew it hurt.
"Tell me." she said. He looked at her, pain etched into his every feature, wishing he were anywhere but there. Finally, he spoke,
"You, ah, you took your, um, your hand, and you, kinda, did this thing, and, um, you like."
"Billie, what did I fucking do!" she screamed impatiently.
"You, ah, you ran your hand down my stomach," he paused, shuddering at the memory, "and you, um, you kinda placed it on....... On, my, um......."
"Oh." she said, taking in this shocking bit of information. "Keep going." she demanded.
"Then, um, you kinda, um, told me, you told me that you thought I was, ah, um.... Sexy." He paused, looking for her reaction. Her face was dark and she looked deep in thought. "You, well, I mean, we, we, well, you know. Please don't make me go into detail...... Please." he pleaded.
"Of course not, you fucking idiot. You think I want to hear about the crazy shit I did while I was drunk?!?" she looked at him with fresh disgust. Billie looked like he was struggling with himself. He kept lowering his head, then raising it again, biting his lip and looking anxious. Finally, he spoke.
"Ah, Adrienne? You, um, you didn't mean any of it, I mean, from last night, did you?" he asked nervously.
She looked at him hard. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Then, out of nowhere, she busted out laughing.
"You think I meant that?!? Hahahaha, bitch, you know I don't love you! How could I love a worthless fuck like you?!? Think about it! You're a pathetic, mumbling, sissy punk who's only good for the money and the bad sex when I'm too drunk and horny to think straight! You don't mean shit to me! GET A FUCKING CLUE! Hahahaha!" she was laughing cruelly at him. He couldn't help it, he started crying. Harder than he'd cried in a long time. He felt worthless and unloved. She had hurt him worse than he'd been hurt in a good while, and she hadn't laid a finger on him. She hated him. He just wanted to die. He just wanted to end it all, because life was never going to get better for him. I can't even begin to explain how horrible he felt at that moment. He just wanted to drown in his tears and sorrows. She laughed coldly at him. She was enjoying every moment of this. As she left the room, she lifted him up and smacked him in the face.
"Don't you ever even begin to think that I love you, or that I find you the least bit attractive. Because I don't. You're a pathetic idiot and I hate everything about you, right down to you're pathetic sniveling. I need a man, and Billie, you don't even come close." With that, to prove how serious she was, she kneeled him in the stomach. She kneeled him so hard, he couldn't breathe. He just wanted to die. He truly did just want to end it all. She was right, he really was a pathetic, mumbling sissy. He was worth nothing, and nobody loved him. At that moment Billie Joe Armstrong was perhaps the most depressed person on the planet. And things were never going to get better for him......... Never.
