Cut My Wrist And Black My Eyes., chapter 24

Natalie just sunk down crawling into a ball and cried her eyes out.
After a couple of minutes she got up and walked into the front room to see Billie necking back shots of vodka and smoking, what looked like a joint.
"So you're just gonna drink your problems away, huh?" she questioned.
He looked up at her stern face. "Fuck you, I don't even wanna look at you, you're a fucking bitch, that baby needs its real father!"
She daringly walked in front of him and spoke firmly. "Tre is its real father, you mean nothing to this baby, all you are is a control freak who's used to getting his way, well with me your not, understand me?"
He let her words sink in, it hurt, also made him angry too, he through a bottle of vodka across the room hearing it smash and stood up as she folded her arms looking up at him.
"I have rights, you know that right?" he spoke with mean looking eyes.
"No, you have no proof this baby could be yours, and you won't get any proof either," she explained.
"Get a blood test, find out," he spoke swallowing back a lump. He wanted this baby.
He knew it would fuck up his relationship with Olivia but a baby needs its father.
"No, I'm not doing that Billie, as far as everyone is concerned this baby is Tre's, and me and you only did it once, so there's more of a chance that its his anyway," she spoke still looking into his piercing green eyes.
He just laughed. "You know what, fuck you, like I said; the truth will come out,"
And then he walked out of the house.
As he stormed out, Mike and Tre came walking in seeing the house look a bombsite.
Tre looked over to his girlfriend who had obviously been crying.
"What the fuck happened here?" he asked with a confused expression.
She shook her head. "We just got into a fight that's all,"
Tre sighed. "For fuck's sake, the sooner we get out of here the better,"
"Don't I know it," she replied huffily folding her arms together.
He walked over to where the smashed vodka bottle was and picked up the little pieces of glass.
"What was it about anyway? Your fight?" he wondered throwing the glass in the bin.
She shrugged her shoulders. "He's a male, I'm a female... I think we were just pissing each other off, then we just started fighting,"
Mike walked towards the window and watched Billie puffing on his joint.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," he muttered walking out of the front door.
Tre shook his head. "Mike, you don't have to,"
The skinny Mike looked at Natalie and nodded. "I do, I think I know what's up with him,"
Natalie saw the way Mike looked at her and got a little scared. 'Did he know?'
He walked outside to join his best friend.
"What's up, Bill?" he asked coolly standing next to the shorter young man.
"It doesn't matter," he muttered with an attitude.
"Well, it actually does... I heard your conversation with Nat, what's going on Billie?"
"What exactly did you hear?" he asked looking up at his friend with a worried expression on his face.
"You and her had sex, and she's pregnant, she doesn't know who the dad is."
Billie Joe's eyes widened, oh fucking shit, grrr, fucking Mike always listens to other peoples convosations, what was he gonna do now?
He sighed. "It doesn't matter, she's made it clear she wants fuck all to do with me being the dad, and that's it, end of."
"When did you sleep with her?" he asked sighing lighting up his cigarette.
"Um... a month or so ago I think, at Steve Widowson's party," he sighed.
"What the fuck possessed you to sleep with her, did you not use your fucking brain and think, 'oh yeah I have a beautiful girlfriend at home called Olivia I can sleep with'?" he wondered.
"She looked so beautiful, and I'd been drinking, I... I just couldn't help it, and the fucking thing is, that I enjoyed it and I feel so guilty because I love Olivia, but I still love Natalie, and I know she's from a past relationship, but I'll always love her."
"Fucking hell, stick to via, Natalie is seeing Tre now, and they're both going to live together and raise the baby, you just stay out of Natalie's life," Mike scolded as he threw his cigarette on the floor.
"Well I can't do that Mike, she could be carrying my kid!" he growled.
"Billie, forget it, have your own babies with Olivia, just leave it, we don't want this thing to get any messier than it is already... what was you and Nat fighting about in their anyway?"
"About the baby," he muttered pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket.
"What a fucking mess eh?" Mike sighed taking out another cigarette; he had problems of his own without having to deal with Billie's too.
"Ugh don't I fucking know about it... I heard you and Kerry split, what happened?"
"She said, she couldn't be with me anymore, that we'd had our fun, and we've grown apart, some fucking stupid excuse," he grumbled lighting up his cigarette and Billie's too.
"Sorry about that buddy," Billie Joe replied sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it, you've got bigger problems than me," mike replied, Billie shoulders slumped and he lowered his head.
Three weeks had gone by, Natalie and tre were settled in their new home, Billie stayed away from Natalie and kept his focus on Olivia and the new album, which was to be called Kerplunk, he only ever went round there to organize gigs and when to record the album.
It was a Saturday afternoon, Natalie was in the kitchen reading through all the mother and baby magazine's, she was picking out all the expensive stuff she'd buy if she was rich, as for Tre he was slouched on the couch watching a mid-day movie.
"Nat, grab us a beer would ya?" yelled Tre as he settled down to watch the boring film.
She grabbed her boyfriend a beer and handed it to him. "Do you think I'm starting to show?" she smiled kissing his neck from behind.
"Um... I dunno, yeah a little, but not noticeable though," he replied with a smile.
"I cant believe were having a baby, did I hear you talking to Billie earlier?" she asked hating to say his name, because all she felt was guilt.
"Yeah, he's coming round soon," Tre spoke stretching out on the sofa.
"Why?" she grumbled, she hadn't seen him since their fight.
"Band stuff, he's going to show me some designs for the new album, then were off to his to practice," explained Tre opening up his beer and gulping it down.
"All right, well I'm gonna clear off upstairs then," she spoke not wanting to be in the same room as him.
"Alright then babe."
"Alright, fine," she muttered, fucking hell, he didn't even care! When she said she was going upstairs he should of said. 'No babe, you don't have to do that.'
She turned to walk away, she was feeling down that week, tre was being so lazy, and he didn't even notice how his girlfriend was feeling.
As she walked over to the stairs there was knock at the door and then there was a huge burp to be heard. "Get the door."
She frowned at her boyfriends rudeness and walked towards the door, when she opened it up she saw Billie Joe looking absolutely gorgeous, she stared at him for a second, he was shirtless since it was hot outside, she noticed a tattoo on his chest, and he had 80 and punx on his waist, and his hair looked like it had been styled, he was looking good.
Without realizing it she continued to stare at him, he smirked. "You gonna let me in, or are you gonna continue to stare?"
She shook her head, it was like she'd forgotten what an asshole he used to be. "Uhh sorry, come in, Tre's on the couch, wanna beer?"
He nodded. "Um yeah and uh... I wanna apologize to you... so um... I'm sorry, but I still mean what I said, the truth will come out."
It was like Billie had cleaned himself up, asshole Billie had gone, and he genuinely was sorry for treating her like shit, but he still felt like the baby should have its real father, and he felt certain he was the dad.
"And it probably will, one day, but right now, I don't want the truth to come out," she spoke softly so Tre couldn't hear. He nodded. "I understand that."
They both took a look at each other; finally they were being mature about the situation, she smiled and stepped out of the way letting him past, she closed the door. "Alright, I'll just grab you a beer."
He sat on a chair on the dining room table and looked at Natalie. "Yeah, thanks."
"No problem," she spoke walking over to the kitchen, she bent down to the fridge door and opened it up, that's odd, she was so sure that there was one beer left.
"Tre!" she yelled standing up and slamming the fridge door shut.
"Yeah babe?" he wondered, still slouched on the couch, she came strolling through and stood right in front of the TV.
"Babe move, its getting good, move!" he spoke getting anxious.
"Wanna tell me why the beer from the fridge has gone?" she asked folding her arms.
Billie was finding this pretty funny, Tre just smiled one of his 'oops' smiles.
"Sorry, I got thirsty yesterday when you were resting," he excused himself.
"Well now we have nothing to offer Billie!" she yelled. "You know what, I am so sick and tired of you, I'm the one that fucking works, I mean I've graduated from school, and I've taken on my job at sparkles full time, and I buy food, I pay the bills, what money do you bring home huh? Nothing!" she yelled furious at him throwing a pillow at him.
He shot up from off of the couch. "Oh so you've had enough of me have you... I fucking told you when this album is fucking done, we get money, so shut the fuck up moaning... I tell you what I have some lose change I'll go buy a fucking beer for Billie, happy yet!" he shouted angrily pushing her over and storming out of the house.
Well that was Natalie and Tre's first official argument, right in front of Billie Joe too; she curled up into a ball and started crying. Billie got up completely shocked and crouched down next to her.
"Oh fucking hell, baby, are you alright?" he asked sympathetically, she shook her head and fell into his arms balling her eyes out, he held onto her.
"Its alright, she'll be calming down," he spoke, she took a deep breath and looked up at him, there eyes locked, they were both wrapped up in each others embrace, not losing eye contact the two of them slowly leaned in to kiss.
They both just shared a little kiss, a friendly one, they smiled and she rested her head on his shoulder, it was obvious they both still loved each other but they couldn't be together like they wanted to be anymore.
The best they could do for each other was to be friends, and that was better than nothing.
After a while, Natalie seemed to be okay, and she went upstairs while Billie waited downstairs for tre to come home, an hour went by, tre still wasn't home, Billie had called his cell phone but it was switched off, so Billie went upstairs and entered the bedroom where Natalie was, he saw that she was sleeping and had some photo's in front of her.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and picked up the photos, it was of the two of them together back in 1987, and what good times they were he thought.
He spotted an old shoe box with all the memories in, he put the pictures back in there and saw their was a draw open, they must belong in their he thought.
So he put the shoebox away and put some covers over Natalie, he kissed her cheek.
"I'd be with you today if things didn't get so fucked up, I still love you, I'll always love you, sorry I was such an asshole, its just that I became obsessed with you and I couldn't stand it anymore, all I wanted was you, but I understand we've moved onto other lovers, I hope you work things out with Tre, love you," and kissed her goodnight.