Billie Joe's Girlfriend, chapter 8
Dylan entered very slowly, walking over, helping him up. Her hands were now covered in his blood, tears rolling down her cheeks, the tears, cold and sad. She tried to put pick him up, but he's too heavy for her own strength. So she called 911.
"Um, yes hello. I'm Dylan Johnson, and I'm here with a Billie Joe Armstrong-" she couldn't continue, she had a frog in her throat as big as the moon.
"Ma'am?" The man on the other end of the phone asked, "what do you need assistance with? Do you need an ambulance?"
"Yes, yes." Dylan managed out, "486 Fairyhead Lane." Dylan hung up the phone and put Billie Joe on the bed.
It took 15 minutes for the ambulance to get there, which was the longest 15 minutes of Dylan's life. She needed Billie more than anything in the world. She loved him. Billie lay there on the bed, his eyes closed, covered in blood. Dylan crawled toward him, put his arm over her shoulders. Now both Billie and Dylan lay there, covered in Billie's blood. Dylan crying and singing Billie's song he wrote, '2000 Light Years Away'.
"I love you Billie...Never leave me. I'm so sorry. Please don't go."
She heard the ambulance come closer and closer.
She ran in the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, sat against it and cried.
***
"Ms. Johnson, are you in there?" asked the familiar voice she heard on the phone.
Dylan stood up, wiped her tears away, and opened the door.
"Ms. Johnson, why are you covered in blood?"
"If you think I killed him, you're fucking crazy..."
"We need to take you down town, miss."
"Hell, no. I'm staying with Billie. I love him! I'm not going anywhere."
"Miss, you have to! You have no other choice."
"Shut up, I'm fucking staying! You are taking him to the fucking hospital right now! And I'm going with you!" Dylan demanded.
"Miss, that's the point, if you come downtown with us, you will save Mr. Armstrong's life. This is not about him dying right now, this is more serious..."
"Um, yes hello. I'm Dylan Johnson, and I'm here with a Billie Joe Armstrong-" she couldn't continue, she had a frog in her throat as big as the moon.
"Ma'am?" The man on the other end of the phone asked, "what do you need assistance with? Do you need an ambulance?"
"Yes, yes." Dylan managed out, "486 Fairyhead Lane." Dylan hung up the phone and put Billie Joe on the bed.
It took 15 minutes for the ambulance to get there, which was the longest 15 minutes of Dylan's life. She needed Billie more than anything in the world. She loved him. Billie lay there on the bed, his eyes closed, covered in blood. Dylan crawled toward him, put his arm over her shoulders. Now both Billie and Dylan lay there, covered in Billie's blood. Dylan crying and singing Billie's song he wrote, '2000 Light Years Away'.
"I love you Billie...Never leave me. I'm so sorry. Please don't go."
She heard the ambulance come closer and closer.
She ran in the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, sat against it and cried.
***
"Ms. Johnson, are you in there?" asked the familiar voice she heard on the phone.
Dylan stood up, wiped her tears away, and opened the door.
"Ms. Johnson, why are you covered in blood?"
"If you think I killed him, you're fucking crazy..."
"We need to take you down town, miss."
"Hell, no. I'm staying with Billie. I love him! I'm not going anywhere."
"Miss, you have to! You have no other choice."
"Shut up, I'm fucking staying! You are taking him to the fucking hospital right now! And I'm going with you!" Dylan demanded.
"Miss, that's the point, if you come downtown with us, you will save Mr. Armstrong's life. This is not about him dying right now, this is more serious..."
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