A Shitty Day For All, chapter 3
Billie was appalled that Tre' would punch him so forcefully and that Tre' was that strong. Tre's punch had knocked Billie on the ground, and Billie sat there, wiping his nose, which was dripping blood. Tre' looked at Billie on the floor. Tre' had a defiant and proud look on his face. Billie quickly stood up. He wobbled around a little, and then socked Tre' in the face. Billie's punch hadn't really affected Tre'. He just stumbled back a little and caught his balance by putting his hand to the wall. Tre' and Billie stood there staring at each other, not sure whether to start laughing or to keep on fighting each other. Billie was quite sure that he didn't want to stick around and get his ass kicked by Tre', so he turned around and left.
"That's right bitch, you're just scared now you little wimpy wimp!" yelled Tre' down the hall after Billie.
"I hate you both. I hope you both die," said Billie after Tre' and Mike, who was leaning on the door of his room. Billie continued on out of the hospital with no regrets and a lot of hate.
As Billie had opened up his house, it was obvious that no one else was there. He walked into his kitchen and flipped on the light. He saw a note hanging on the fridge. He figured it was from his wife, so he took it off the fridge and read it.
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Billie,
Took the boys to the mall, then we are spending the night at my sister's house since she's having marriage problems. Sorry that I couldn't get through to you earlier, your phone was off. Talk at you tomorrow.
Lots of Love.
Adie
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Billie smiled at the note, then crumbled it up and threw it away. He opened the fridge and too out a beer and some cheese. He opened the beer on the counter side and pulled open the slice of american cheese. He folded the cheese and stuck it all in his mouth, and then took a swig of beer. He nearly gagged at the awful taste, but instead just swallowed the beer, then finished the cheese. He wandered into his living room and turned on his TV. He searched through his thousands of channels for something to watch.
"Hmm, what to watch..." he said to himself. He found a favorite movie of his. He changed it there and started to watch, but quickly became tired from his long day.
He drifted off to sleep.
Billie was awoken by the sound of his phone vibrating on the wooden table in his living room. He flipped it open.
"Hello?" he said sleepily.
"D-daddy?" said a scared Joey.
"Yes, what is it?" Billie asked slowly.
"M-mom and Jakob, they.... well they... " said Joey, trying not to cry.
"They what, sweetie?" said Billie patiently.
"They crashed and died!" Joey said, bursting into tears.
"What? Are you sure they're dead?" Billie asked frantically.
"Yes! I was riding in the back seat when one of those big trucks that you always say bad stuff to was turning and it slid into us and flipped right onto the car! I don't know how I'm still alive, but I'm scared!" said Joey, who was still crying heavily.
"Ok, please tell me where you are and I'll come and help you," said Billie, trying not to panic.
"I don't know where we are, but I can see the Golden Gate Bridge," he said, still sniffing. Billie winced over the phone, knowing how far away that was from where he was.
"Okay, I will be there as soon as I can. Did you call the ambulance?" Billie asked him.
"Yes, daddy, that's the first thing I did. Please be here soon I'm scared," said Joey.
"Ok, ok babe, I'll be there soon I promise. Don't be scared. The people that are coming to clean up the accident will help you out. Don't be scared of them either. And if they try and take you somewhere, just tell them that your father's coming to get you. Don't let them take you anywhere, but don't panic when they're nice to you, okay?" said Billie, who was now crying a little himself.
"Okay daddy, I will wait for you. Bye." said Joey as he hung up. Billie started to burst into tears as he fell on the floor. He made his way into the kitchen as he stood up. Through his blurry eyes, he found one of the biggest knives ever. He fell on the floor again. He was so weak from his devastation that he could not get himself to stand up. He laid on his kitchen floor, holding a knife above his chest where he thought his heart was. He was sobbing and right as he dropped it, his cell phone rang from his pocket. The knife grazed his side and pinned part of his shirt down to the floor.
"What??" he half said, half yelled.
"Are you the father of a boy Joey Armstrong?" asked a strange voice.
"Yeah, why?" he said.
"So are you aware of what's happened to your wife and your other son?" the man asked.
"Yeah, Joey told me," Billie said irritatedly.
"Ok, well while we're sorting out this mess, we'll have a few authorities watching over your son. Don't worry Mr Armstrong, we aren't taking your son anywhere. We just don't want him to have to see your son and wife's dead body. We're afraid that he could be permanently traumatized from it if he did. Hopefully you're on your way here right now?" asked the man.
"Uh, yeah I sure am," Billie lied.
"Ok. And where's your current residency?" the man asked.
"Berkeley," Billie said.
"Alright, so how far would you say you are away from here?" he asked.
"I don't know, I just left about a minute ago, so I've still got awhile," Billie lied again.
"Ok, and do you want to see your wife's or your son's corpse?" the man asked.
"No!" Billie said, now crying again.
"I'm sorry if I upset you sir, but some people have special requests to see their loved ones before they're taken to become cremated.
"I never said I wanted them cremated!" yelled Billie.
"Oh- sorry. Then you just want them in a casket and buried right?" the man asked.
"No, I think I want them creamated," Billie said.
"Alright sir, I think we'll get things more sorted out when you get here. I'll leave you alone so you can get here. There's no hurry. Just take your time. We don't want anymore accidents. If there's anything more that you need, my number should be on your phone. Bye now, sir," said the man as he hung up. Billie tried to calm down and stop crying. He wiped his eyes, noticing that his eyeliner was smearing on his face. He looked at the knife that almost took his life a few minutes ago. He pulled it out of his floor and his shirt
"No, you dumb shit, don't be greedy. You're still needed here on earth," Billie said to himself as he took the knife and stuck it in his sink. He noticed the bit of blood that was on it from when it had grazed his side. He lifted up his shirt to see what damage it had done. It looked as if someone had drove that knife into his side. The gouge was so big, he knew he needed to cover it up with something. He went into his bathroom and fished around in his kit of band-aids and what not. He found some wrap like they use in hospitals to wrap severe wounds. He took the roll and wrapped it around his hips, which was where the wound was. He ended up using the whole roll, so he carelessly tossed the roll in his shower and ran out to the kitchen to get his keys. He ran out his door and quickly locked it. He hopped in his car and pulled out of his driveway. He still couldn't see very well; his tears were still blurring his eyes up.
"Ok. Drive slow. No hurry," Billie said to himself. He was really upset about this life he now had, but he knew that his son still needed him. He just wanted to die, but he had so many voices in his head telling him that he was needed here and that he shouldn't be greedy like that, to spare his own life and cause more pain in people's lives. He started to drive down the street and he didn't even want to see the mess that was left of his life.
"That's right bitch, you're just scared now you little wimpy wimp!" yelled Tre' down the hall after Billie.
"I hate you both. I hope you both die," said Billie after Tre' and Mike, who was leaning on the door of his room. Billie continued on out of the hospital with no regrets and a lot of hate.
As Billie had opened up his house, it was obvious that no one else was there. He walked into his kitchen and flipped on the light. He saw a note hanging on the fridge. He figured it was from his wife, so he took it off the fridge and read it.
_________
Billie,
Took the boys to the mall, then we are spending the night at my sister's house since she's having marriage problems. Sorry that I couldn't get through to you earlier, your phone was off. Talk at you tomorrow.
Lots of Love.
Adie
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Billie smiled at the note, then crumbled it up and threw it away. He opened the fridge and too out a beer and some cheese. He opened the beer on the counter side and pulled open the slice of american cheese. He folded the cheese and stuck it all in his mouth, and then took a swig of beer. He nearly gagged at the awful taste, but instead just swallowed the beer, then finished the cheese. He wandered into his living room and turned on his TV. He searched through his thousands of channels for something to watch.
"Hmm, what to watch..." he said to himself. He found a favorite movie of his. He changed it there and started to watch, but quickly became tired from his long day.
He drifted off to sleep.
Billie was awoken by the sound of his phone vibrating on the wooden table in his living room. He flipped it open.
"Hello?" he said sleepily.
"D-daddy?" said a scared Joey.
"Yes, what is it?" Billie asked slowly.
"M-mom and Jakob, they.... well they... " said Joey, trying not to cry.
"They what, sweetie?" said Billie patiently.
"They crashed and died!" Joey said, bursting into tears.
"What? Are you sure they're dead?" Billie asked frantically.
"Yes! I was riding in the back seat when one of those big trucks that you always say bad stuff to was turning and it slid into us and flipped right onto the car! I don't know how I'm still alive, but I'm scared!" said Joey, who was still crying heavily.
"Ok, please tell me where you are and I'll come and help you," said Billie, trying not to panic.
"I don't know where we are, but I can see the Golden Gate Bridge," he said, still sniffing. Billie winced over the phone, knowing how far away that was from where he was.
"Okay, I will be there as soon as I can. Did you call the ambulance?" Billie asked him.
"Yes, daddy, that's the first thing I did. Please be here soon I'm scared," said Joey.
"Ok, ok babe, I'll be there soon I promise. Don't be scared. The people that are coming to clean up the accident will help you out. Don't be scared of them either. And if they try and take you somewhere, just tell them that your father's coming to get you. Don't let them take you anywhere, but don't panic when they're nice to you, okay?" said Billie, who was now crying a little himself.
"Okay daddy, I will wait for you. Bye." said Joey as he hung up. Billie started to burst into tears as he fell on the floor. He made his way into the kitchen as he stood up. Through his blurry eyes, he found one of the biggest knives ever. He fell on the floor again. He was so weak from his devastation that he could not get himself to stand up. He laid on his kitchen floor, holding a knife above his chest where he thought his heart was. He was sobbing and right as he dropped it, his cell phone rang from his pocket. The knife grazed his side and pinned part of his shirt down to the floor.
"What??" he half said, half yelled.
"Are you the father of a boy Joey Armstrong?" asked a strange voice.
"Yeah, why?" he said.
"So are you aware of what's happened to your wife and your other son?" the man asked.
"Yeah, Joey told me," Billie said irritatedly.
"Ok, well while we're sorting out this mess, we'll have a few authorities watching over your son. Don't worry Mr Armstrong, we aren't taking your son anywhere. We just don't want him to have to see your son and wife's dead body. We're afraid that he could be permanently traumatized from it if he did. Hopefully you're on your way here right now?" asked the man.
"Uh, yeah I sure am," Billie lied.
"Ok. And where's your current residency?" the man asked.
"Berkeley," Billie said.
"Alright, so how far would you say you are away from here?" he asked.
"I don't know, I just left about a minute ago, so I've still got awhile," Billie lied again.
"Ok, and do you want to see your wife's or your son's corpse?" the man asked.
"No!" Billie said, now crying again.
"I'm sorry if I upset you sir, but some people have special requests to see their loved ones before they're taken to become cremated.
"I never said I wanted them cremated!" yelled Billie.
"Oh- sorry. Then you just want them in a casket and buried right?" the man asked.
"No, I think I want them creamated," Billie said.
"Alright sir, I think we'll get things more sorted out when you get here. I'll leave you alone so you can get here. There's no hurry. Just take your time. We don't want anymore accidents. If there's anything more that you need, my number should be on your phone. Bye now, sir," said the man as he hung up. Billie tried to calm down and stop crying. He wiped his eyes, noticing that his eyeliner was smearing on his face. He looked at the knife that almost took his life a few minutes ago. He pulled it out of his floor and his shirt
"No, you dumb shit, don't be greedy. You're still needed here on earth," Billie said to himself as he took the knife and stuck it in his sink. He noticed the bit of blood that was on it from when it had grazed his side. He lifted up his shirt to see what damage it had done. It looked as if someone had drove that knife into his side. The gouge was so big, he knew he needed to cover it up with something. He went into his bathroom and fished around in his kit of band-aids and what not. He found some wrap like they use in hospitals to wrap severe wounds. He took the roll and wrapped it around his hips, which was where the wound was. He ended up using the whole roll, so he carelessly tossed the roll in his shower and ran out to the kitchen to get his keys. He ran out his door and quickly locked it. He hopped in his car and pulled out of his driveway. He still couldn't see very well; his tears were still blurring his eyes up.
"Ok. Drive slow. No hurry," Billie said to himself. He was really upset about this life he now had, but he knew that his son still needed him. He just wanted to die, but he had so many voices in his head telling him that he was needed here and that he shouldn't be greedy like that, to spare his own life and cause more pain in people's lives. He started to drive down the street and he didn't even want to see the mess that was left of his life.
