We Meet Again, chapter 5
Billie Joe sat up quickly in the bed while I held the sheets closer to my body.
"I, um... I- I just needed to get something. I got it, so um... I'll go now," Adrienne's voice cracked.
"OK," Billie Joe said shamefully, barely wispering.
I bit my lip and looked down. I had no idea what to say.
She nodded slightly, trying desperatly to keep herself from crying and left, closing the door behind her.
Billie Joe didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes on the ground.
"Hey. You OK?" I gently placed my hand on his shoulder but he brushed me off.
I was surprised and hurt by that, but I tried not to show it.
"What's wrong?" I admitt, that was a stupid question considering the circumstances.
"That was the most pathetic question I have ever been asked," He said, angrily.
I was completely taken aback by his last comment.
I somehow managed to keep my chin from quivering rapidly, as I climbed out of the bed and put my clothes on.
"Take me home," I demanded quietly, fearing if I said it any louder I would break down.
Billie Joe obayed me and started to put his clothes on.
***
Niether or us had spoken since I had told Billie to take me home. I was too hurt, he was too occupied thinking about how he was such a fuck up.
As I was stepping out of the car, he grabbed my arm. I turned around to look at him.
"I'm sorry," He choked.
I swallowed and looked down. I didn't know what to say except, "S'okay."
But it really wasn't OK. I knew that, and so did Billie Joe.
He let go of me. I closed the car door and turned to face my house. And without looking back, I went inside and closed the door behind me.
***
For the past couple of days I had done nothing but mope around the house.
I had called my boss and told him I was sick so I wasn't going into work.
I was sitting on the sofa, in my PJ's, watching TV. I had been there all day.
The phone rang multiple times, but I never got up to answer it.
In the middle of an Everybody Loves Raymond rerun, I heard Caroline's voice ring throughout my home.
"Rebecca? Are you home?" I heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor in the kitchen before she appeared in the door way.
"Oh, my god, Becci what's wrong?" She asked as she sat down on the couch next to me.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"I know you aren't fine," She stated. "You haven't answered the phone all day, your eyes are red and puffy, and your house is a mess."
It was a known fact by all my family and friends that if my house was a mess... Something had to be wrong.
I just shrugged, my eyes still glued to the television screen.
Caroline took the remote off the couch and pressed the power button, forcing me to do nothing else but pay attention to her.
"Come on Becca. Tell me what's wrong, I can help you feel better..." She flashed me a smile.
"I don't really feel like talking about it."
Suddenly her eyes grew wide, "Does it have anything to do with Billie Joe?"
I just shrugged again.
"That stupid shit! What did he do to you?"
"Carry, this whole thing is my fault," I said sadly.
"How could it be your fault?" She pressed.
I knew she wasn't going to leave me alone, so slowly I told her about what had happened. When I was finished she looked at me with sympathy.
"I just really want to be left alone right now," I pleaded with her to just leave.
"OK. I'll call you later," She said and gave me hug.
I waved to her as she walked out, "Bye."
I heard the front door close and turned the TV back on.
"I, um... I- I just needed to get something. I got it, so um... I'll go now," Adrienne's voice cracked.
"OK," Billie Joe said shamefully, barely wispering.
I bit my lip and looked down. I had no idea what to say.
She nodded slightly, trying desperatly to keep herself from crying and left, closing the door behind her.
Billie Joe didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes on the ground.
"Hey. You OK?" I gently placed my hand on his shoulder but he brushed me off.
I was surprised and hurt by that, but I tried not to show it.
"What's wrong?" I admitt, that was a stupid question considering the circumstances.
"That was the most pathetic question I have ever been asked," He said, angrily.
I was completely taken aback by his last comment.
I somehow managed to keep my chin from quivering rapidly, as I climbed out of the bed and put my clothes on.
"Take me home," I demanded quietly, fearing if I said it any louder I would break down.
Billie Joe obayed me and started to put his clothes on.
***
Niether or us had spoken since I had told Billie to take me home. I was too hurt, he was too occupied thinking about how he was such a fuck up.
As I was stepping out of the car, he grabbed my arm. I turned around to look at him.
"I'm sorry," He choked.
I swallowed and looked down. I didn't know what to say except, "S'okay."
But it really wasn't OK. I knew that, and so did Billie Joe.
He let go of me. I closed the car door and turned to face my house. And without looking back, I went inside and closed the door behind me.
***
For the past couple of days I had done nothing but mope around the house.
I had called my boss and told him I was sick so I wasn't going into work.
I was sitting on the sofa, in my PJ's, watching TV. I had been there all day.
The phone rang multiple times, but I never got up to answer it.
In the middle of an Everybody Loves Raymond rerun, I heard Caroline's voice ring throughout my home.
"Rebecca? Are you home?" I heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor in the kitchen before she appeared in the door way.
"Oh, my god, Becci what's wrong?" She asked as she sat down on the couch next to me.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"I know you aren't fine," She stated. "You haven't answered the phone all day, your eyes are red and puffy, and your house is a mess."
It was a known fact by all my family and friends that if my house was a mess... Something had to be wrong.
I just shrugged, my eyes still glued to the television screen.
Caroline took the remote off the couch and pressed the power button, forcing me to do nothing else but pay attention to her.
"Come on Becca. Tell me what's wrong, I can help you feel better..." She flashed me a smile.
"I don't really feel like talking about it."
Suddenly her eyes grew wide, "Does it have anything to do with Billie Joe?"
I just shrugged again.
"That stupid shit! What did he do to you?"
"Carry, this whole thing is my fault," I said sadly.
"How could it be your fault?" She pressed.
I knew she wasn't going to leave me alone, so slowly I told her about what had happened. When I was finished she looked at me with sympathy.
"I just really want to be left alone right now," I pleaded with her to just leave.
"OK. I'll call you later," She said and gave me hug.
I waved to her as she walked out, "Bye."
I heard the front door close and turned the TV back on.
