Broken Bones and Nasty Cuts, chapter 8
Billie Joe walked into the front door of his house. He took off his hat and sunglasses and put them on a table next to the door. He walked into his living room to see Adrienne sitting on the couch with a cup of what looked like coffee. She turned his way and immediately gave him a disgusted look. She motioned for the couch.
"Sit down." she commanded. Billie Joe did as he was told.
"You're tour starts next month." she told him, as if he didn't already know this.
"I know." Billie Joe said.
"Shut up. I didn't tell you to speak. Like I said, your tour starts next month, and we need to get some things sorted out." she said. She then went over the normal "chat" before each tour. Simple things that any wife of a rock star goes over. But then, the subject changed.
"And I just want you to know, though I might not always be there, you're being watched, and if you're caught even looking at another woman, know what I'll do to you?" she said, nastily. He didn't like the tone in her voice.
"Huh?" he said, shakily.
"I'll force you to retire. Permanently. You'll never sing to a crowd again. Don't fucking think I won't." Billie Joe was stunned. That was pretty much the worst thing she could ever have done to him. She really was serious. But why was it that big of a deal all of a sudden? Sure, it had been a big deal before, but never this big. His eyes were as wide as saucers. She smiled as it all settled in.
"It's late. C'mon." she said. Yep, they slept in the same bed. This used to puzzle Billie Joe, until one night, years ago. It was summer, and he couldn't sleep, because it felt like it was a million degrees in his bedroom. He got up to open a window, and felt Adrienne stir. When she didn't show any signs of being awake, he proceeded over to the window. As soon as he started to open it, Adrienne practically jumped a foot into the air and started shrieking at him, asking him what he was doing. That was followed by a severe beating, and a lecture about how she would never let him leave her. So, it's kind of obvious why she kept him close at night.
They went upstairs and headed to their bedroom. Billie Joe sat on his bed while Adrienne went into the bathroom. When she came out, brushing her hair, she sat next to him.
"Where the fuck were you today?" she asked, with a hint of hostility in her voice.
"I took a walk." Billie Joe said.
"For the whole fucking day?!? I don't think so, Billie. Where the fuck were you. It'll only be worse if you lie." she said, coldly.
"I took a walk, then just kind of sat around for a while. I was just thinking." he said, shrugging. She looked at him, disgusted.
"You're going to be watched from now on. I don't trust you." she said. Billie Joe was just so confused. Where did she think he had gone? Why was she so worried? They laid down and went to sleep. Soon Billie Joe was having a crazy dream.
Him and Mike were on a bed somewhere, making love to each other. It was so passionate and loving... you didn't even want to call it sex. Billie Joe twisted over and pulled Mike into a passionate kiss. Then he blurted out,
"I love you, Mike." he said. He was almost crying with his emotions. Mike stopped and looked at Billie Joe, and saw how serious he was.
"I love you, too, Billie." he said. They kissed again. Billie Joe had been with Mike before, but it had never meant this much. They were in love.
Then, the dream changed.
Billie Joe was lying on the floor, covered in blood, with Adrienne hunched over him. She was crying, and mumbling something. Billie Joe wasn't moving. There was a metal baseball bat next to him, covered in blood. Then, Adrienne screamed.
"I LOVE YOU, BILLIE JOE!!!!!" she shrieked through her tears.
"I love you so much, you stupid fucker. Gah!" she said. She looked really fucked up, like she had really lost it.
Billie Joe woke up in a cold sweat and looked at the clock. It read 4:25 A.M. He looked at his wife's sleeping form. She seemed. so sweet and kind when she was asleep. So harmless. Like the woman he fell in love with. He wished she was like that again. He would have done anything for the old Adrienne. He rolled over and laid down, slowly slipping away, and finally giving up and falling asleep.
"Sit down." she commanded. Billie Joe did as he was told.
"You're tour starts next month." she told him, as if he didn't already know this.
"I know." Billie Joe said.
"Shut up. I didn't tell you to speak. Like I said, your tour starts next month, and we need to get some things sorted out." she said. She then went over the normal "chat" before each tour. Simple things that any wife of a rock star goes over. But then, the subject changed.
"And I just want you to know, though I might not always be there, you're being watched, and if you're caught even looking at another woman, know what I'll do to you?" she said, nastily. He didn't like the tone in her voice.
"Huh?" he said, shakily.
"I'll force you to retire. Permanently. You'll never sing to a crowd again. Don't fucking think I won't." Billie Joe was stunned. That was pretty much the worst thing she could ever have done to him. She really was serious. But why was it that big of a deal all of a sudden? Sure, it had been a big deal before, but never this big. His eyes were as wide as saucers. She smiled as it all settled in.
"It's late. C'mon." she said. Yep, they slept in the same bed. This used to puzzle Billie Joe, until one night, years ago. It was summer, and he couldn't sleep, because it felt like it was a million degrees in his bedroom. He got up to open a window, and felt Adrienne stir. When she didn't show any signs of being awake, he proceeded over to the window. As soon as he started to open it, Adrienne practically jumped a foot into the air and started shrieking at him, asking him what he was doing. That was followed by a severe beating, and a lecture about how she would never let him leave her. So, it's kind of obvious why she kept him close at night.
They went upstairs and headed to their bedroom. Billie Joe sat on his bed while Adrienne went into the bathroom. When she came out, brushing her hair, she sat next to him.
"Where the fuck were you today?" she asked, with a hint of hostility in her voice.
"I took a walk." Billie Joe said.
"For the whole fucking day?!? I don't think so, Billie. Where the fuck were you. It'll only be worse if you lie." she said, coldly.
"I took a walk, then just kind of sat around for a while. I was just thinking." he said, shrugging. She looked at him, disgusted.
"You're going to be watched from now on. I don't trust you." she said. Billie Joe was just so confused. Where did she think he had gone? Why was she so worried? They laid down and went to sleep. Soon Billie Joe was having a crazy dream.
Him and Mike were on a bed somewhere, making love to each other. It was so passionate and loving... you didn't even want to call it sex. Billie Joe twisted over and pulled Mike into a passionate kiss. Then he blurted out,
"I love you, Mike." he said. He was almost crying with his emotions. Mike stopped and looked at Billie Joe, and saw how serious he was.
"I love you, too, Billie." he said. They kissed again. Billie Joe had been with Mike before, but it had never meant this much. They were in love.
Then, the dream changed.
Billie Joe was lying on the floor, covered in blood, with Adrienne hunched over him. She was crying, and mumbling something. Billie Joe wasn't moving. There was a metal baseball bat next to him, covered in blood. Then, Adrienne screamed.
"I LOVE YOU, BILLIE JOE!!!!!" she shrieked through her tears.
"I love you so much, you stupid fucker. Gah!" she said. She looked really fucked up, like she had really lost it.
Billie Joe woke up in a cold sweat and looked at the clock. It read 4:25 A.M. He looked at his wife's sleeping form. She seemed. so sweet and kind when she was asleep. So harmless. Like the woman he fell in love with. He wished she was like that again. He would have done anything for the old Adrienne. He rolled over and laid down, slowly slipping away, and finally giving up and falling asleep.
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