Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 5
Adrienne sat there on her bed, thinking about what she had done. Did she really tell him that she loved him? She must have been really drunk, she had trained herself to hide those feelings, even when she was drinking. But this episode had opened her eyes to the thoughts, feelings, and memories she had abandoned long ago? Had she ever loved him? Hell yeah. She loved him with all her heart. Maybe that's why she wouldn't let him leave. She was too confused to understand it. Should we go back a decade or so? Lets....
Adrienne was madly in love. All she thought about was Billie Joe Armstrong. Every time she saw him, she was the happiest she could ever be. But he never seemed to return that love. Sure, he had feelings for her. She was a great girl. But he was in no hurry to admit that he was madly in love, much less marry her. This always caused her to be so depressed. She would start drinking, thinking about how he would never treat her the way she wished he could. He would talk to her like a friend. He wouldn't give her the attention she felt that she deserved. And worst of all, she would catch him checking out other girls out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't serious about their relationship at all. She was just another girl he really liked. He was too young and naïve. And that was his downfall.
One day, Adrienne was plastered. She had bottles of beer everywhere, and she was crying like a child. Billie Joe just didn't love her. She knew it. She loved him so damn much. There was just no point in going on if she couldn't have him. She found a razor and started cutting into her arm. As she saw the fresh blood leaking down her wrists, she cried harder and harder. She cut deeper. It hurt so fucking bad. Just then, the phone rang. She looked at the caller I. D. "Aw, fuck," she thought. It was none other than Billie Joe. She thought about just not answering. He didn't really want to talk to her. Then her emotions overcame her and she picked up the telephone.
"Hello?" she said, shakily.
"Hey, Adie, I just wanted........ What's wrong?" he questioned, as he heard her sniffle. She hesitated. "What's wrong, Hun?" he asked again.
"You," she said. Something inside of her had just changed. She fucking hated him. She hated him for being an immature idiot. She hated him for being insensitive and uncaring. She hated him for not loving her the way she loved him.
"Me?" he said. "What did I do?" God, he sounded so innocent, yet so sickeningly dumb.
"You... You......, you fucking idiot. I loved you. I loved you more than I ever loved anybody. More than I thought I could ever possibly love anybody. You know what, Billie? This is too much. Tell everybody I said good bye," and with that, she hung up.
Billie Joe was so confused. What did he do wrong? Then he repeated her last words in his head. "Tell everybody I said goodbye." what the hell was that supposed to mean? After a minute of thinking, it hit him like a brick to the head.
"Oh my God," he whispered to himself. He grabbed his car keys and dashed into his beat-up car. "No," he thought, "she can't do this to me." For he had just realized that he loved her. He loved her with all of his heart. Why hadn't he realized this before? She was sweet, and fun, she was smart, and she didn't care what anybody thought. Everybody loved her. She was punk without trying to be. She was what punk was supposed to be. She didn't have purple hair, and she didn't hate the world. He loved Adrienne Nesser with all of his heart and he would do anything for her.
Adrienne was in her bathroom, in the tub, with a knife held against the vein in her wrist. She wasn't crying anymore. She just felt hateful. Hateful towards her friends and family, for not understanding her. Hateful that every guy she dated left her for some poser supermodel. And especially hateful towards Billie. Towards the man, or, until recently in her eyes, who ignored and neglected her, who never loved her, who never understood her, who couldn't take a fucking clue when everything she did pointed to her love towards him. She hated him. She had convinced herself that she hated him. She screamed, venting all of her anger. She screamed until she was hoarse. Then, she pushed the knife against her skin, and cut deep. Just then, she passed out.
At that moment, Billie Joe pulled into the driveway of Adrienne's tiny house. He ran into the house at surprising speed, and called out her name. When he didn't hear an answer, he was struck by a terror that practically made his heart stop. He dashed around the house, from room to room, frantically searching for the woman he just recently discovered that he loved. He reached the bathroom, and what he found made him want to faint. It was Adrienne, in her bathtub, soaking in a pool of her own blood. Tears swelled in his eyes as he approached her, hoping to God that she wasn't...... He couldn't even bring himself to think that horrible word. He cried. He just sat there, for about a minute, and cried. Then he realized that she could be dying. He dashed downstairs to call the police.
Soon, Adrienne was in a hospital room, bandages around her arm and all of that fun stuff. Billie Joe sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up. He had been sitting there since last night, when it happened. He was afraid to go to sleep, for fear that she would wake up while he was asleep. He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe that she had loved him so much, for all this time. He couldn't believe he hurt her enough to make her want to die. He hated himself. And that's when it all started. The next morning, she woke up. When she saw the tired looking Billie Joe in her room, she was filled with fresh anger.
"What the fuck are you doing here, bastard!?!" she screamed. Just then, some nurses came rushing into the room.
"Is everything all right, ma'am?" asked one of the nurses.
"Get him out of here. Who the fuck let this prick into my room? I want him out!"
"Adrienne, honey, please, can we talk."
"M' am, is everything okay? Would you like us to escort this young man out?" asked the nurse again. Adrienne thought.
"Everything's fine here. He can stay, for now. Thank you," she said. The nurse who spoke nodded, and her and the others left the room.
"Adrienne," Billie Joe started, "I love you. I'm sorry I didn't realize it until now. But I truly do love you with all I am, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, Adrienne."
She bent her head.
"You bastard," she said. "You wait until you've done so much damage that I'm ready to take my own life, then you decide that you love me? What kind of sick fuck are you?" she said quietly. But, despite the low volume, Billie Joe could still sense the extreme anger and sadness in her statement.
"Adie, you couldn't possibly understand how sorry I am. I hate myself so much for hurting you. Please, give me another chance. I love you. I truly love you."
Well, Adrienne had loved that kid so much, she still felt that attachment. To make an even longer story short, they moved in together. Adrienne pretended to be the person she used to be. She only stayed with him for the money he had been getting from his album "Kerplunk." They got married and all of that fun stuff. But when Adrienne found out she was pregnant, that's when things got nasty. Then the violent side, the side Billie Joe had never seen before, came out. That's when the bruises started showing up on Billie Joe's arms, legs, and back. That's when Billie Joe lost the life he had never appreciated. That's when he truly discovered what he had done to this poor woman.
Adrienne was madly in love. All she thought about was Billie Joe Armstrong. Every time she saw him, she was the happiest she could ever be. But he never seemed to return that love. Sure, he had feelings for her. She was a great girl. But he was in no hurry to admit that he was madly in love, much less marry her. This always caused her to be so depressed. She would start drinking, thinking about how he would never treat her the way she wished he could. He would talk to her like a friend. He wouldn't give her the attention she felt that she deserved. And worst of all, she would catch him checking out other girls out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't serious about their relationship at all. She was just another girl he really liked. He was too young and naïve. And that was his downfall.
One day, Adrienne was plastered. She had bottles of beer everywhere, and she was crying like a child. Billie Joe just didn't love her. She knew it. She loved him so damn much. There was just no point in going on if she couldn't have him. She found a razor and started cutting into her arm. As she saw the fresh blood leaking down her wrists, she cried harder and harder. She cut deeper. It hurt so fucking bad. Just then, the phone rang. She looked at the caller I. D. "Aw, fuck," she thought. It was none other than Billie Joe. She thought about just not answering. He didn't really want to talk to her. Then her emotions overcame her and she picked up the telephone.
"Hello?" she said, shakily.
"Hey, Adie, I just wanted........ What's wrong?" he questioned, as he heard her sniffle. She hesitated. "What's wrong, Hun?" he asked again.
"You," she said. Something inside of her had just changed. She fucking hated him. She hated him for being an immature idiot. She hated him for being insensitive and uncaring. She hated him for not loving her the way she loved him.
"Me?" he said. "What did I do?" God, he sounded so innocent, yet so sickeningly dumb.
"You... You......, you fucking idiot. I loved you. I loved you more than I ever loved anybody. More than I thought I could ever possibly love anybody. You know what, Billie? This is too much. Tell everybody I said good bye," and with that, she hung up.
Billie Joe was so confused. What did he do wrong? Then he repeated her last words in his head. "Tell everybody I said goodbye." what the hell was that supposed to mean? After a minute of thinking, it hit him like a brick to the head.
"Oh my God," he whispered to himself. He grabbed his car keys and dashed into his beat-up car. "No," he thought, "she can't do this to me." For he had just realized that he loved her. He loved her with all of his heart. Why hadn't he realized this before? She was sweet, and fun, she was smart, and she didn't care what anybody thought. Everybody loved her. She was punk without trying to be. She was what punk was supposed to be. She didn't have purple hair, and she didn't hate the world. He loved Adrienne Nesser with all of his heart and he would do anything for her.
Adrienne was in her bathroom, in the tub, with a knife held against the vein in her wrist. She wasn't crying anymore. She just felt hateful. Hateful towards her friends and family, for not understanding her. Hateful that every guy she dated left her for some poser supermodel. And especially hateful towards Billie. Towards the man, or, until recently in her eyes, who ignored and neglected her, who never loved her, who never understood her, who couldn't take a fucking clue when everything she did pointed to her love towards him. She hated him. She had convinced herself that she hated him. She screamed, venting all of her anger. She screamed until she was hoarse. Then, she pushed the knife against her skin, and cut deep. Just then, she passed out.
At that moment, Billie Joe pulled into the driveway of Adrienne's tiny house. He ran into the house at surprising speed, and called out her name. When he didn't hear an answer, he was struck by a terror that practically made his heart stop. He dashed around the house, from room to room, frantically searching for the woman he just recently discovered that he loved. He reached the bathroom, and what he found made him want to faint. It was Adrienne, in her bathtub, soaking in a pool of her own blood. Tears swelled in his eyes as he approached her, hoping to God that she wasn't...... He couldn't even bring himself to think that horrible word. He cried. He just sat there, for about a minute, and cried. Then he realized that she could be dying. He dashed downstairs to call the police.
Soon, Adrienne was in a hospital room, bandages around her arm and all of that fun stuff. Billie Joe sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up. He had been sitting there since last night, when it happened. He was afraid to go to sleep, for fear that she would wake up while he was asleep. He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe that she had loved him so much, for all this time. He couldn't believe he hurt her enough to make her want to die. He hated himself. And that's when it all started. The next morning, she woke up. When she saw the tired looking Billie Joe in her room, she was filled with fresh anger.
"What the fuck are you doing here, bastard!?!" she screamed. Just then, some nurses came rushing into the room.
"Is everything all right, ma'am?" asked one of the nurses.
"Get him out of here. Who the fuck let this prick into my room? I want him out!"
"Adrienne, honey, please, can we talk."
"M' am, is everything okay? Would you like us to escort this young man out?" asked the nurse again. Adrienne thought.
"Everything's fine here. He can stay, for now. Thank you," she said. The nurse who spoke nodded, and her and the others left the room.
"Adrienne," Billie Joe started, "I love you. I'm sorry I didn't realize it until now. But I truly do love you with all I am, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, Adrienne."
She bent her head.
"You bastard," she said. "You wait until you've done so much damage that I'm ready to take my own life, then you decide that you love me? What kind of sick fuck are you?" she said quietly. But, despite the low volume, Billie Joe could still sense the extreme anger and sadness in her statement.
"Adie, you couldn't possibly understand how sorry I am. I hate myself so much for hurting you. Please, give me another chance. I love you. I truly love you."
Well, Adrienne had loved that kid so much, she still felt that attachment. To make an even longer story short, they moved in together. Adrienne pretended to be the person she used to be. She only stayed with him for the money he had been getting from his album "Kerplunk." They got married and all of that fun stuff. But when Adrienne found out she was pregnant, that's when things got nasty. Then the violent side, the side Billie Joe had never seen before, came out. That's when the bruises started showing up on Billie Joe's arms, legs, and back. That's when Billie Joe lost the life he had never appreciated. That's when he truly discovered what he had done to this poor woman.
