Basket Case, chapter 1
She wasn't happy.
He sighed. He couldn't always hide when this happened...but he couldn't face this right now. She knew he had a hangover, anyway.
"Billie, if you don't come out RIGHT now, I'm gonna shred Blue!"
A pause.
"I'm taking her off the wall right now..."
Another pause. But then a weary voice sighed
"OK, Adrienne. I'm sorry, OK?"
Adrienne softened a little.
"Billie, we need to talk." He came out of the basement. He looked awful. He was covered in vomit, stank of booze and had dry blood running from his eyebrow to his cheek prior to last night's shenanigans with the band. "I think..." she started. She took a deep breath and said, "Billie, I think you have a problem."
"Do you not think it's a bit obvious? Do you think I haven't spent hours thinking about how to get out of this rut?" Billie said quietly. "Do you think I haven't wished in the hope that one day, maybe, I could sort myself out?" He was getting louder, despite his hangover. "I didn't ask for this, Adrienne. I didn't ask for this!"
Joseph came into the hall.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Nothing, honey. Your father and me are just talking. Go back upstairs, practise on your guitar or something." said Adrienne, soothingly.
But Billie wasn't having any of it.
"No no, Adrienne," He started laughing a horrible, drunken laugh. "No no. He can stay with us in the hall, talking about all the problems daddy has." By now he was hysterical. "OK, so what's the matter with me Joseph? What's the matter with daddy?"
"Joseph, darling, go back upstairs. Billie, stop it."
Billie wouldn't stop it.
"I said no, Adrienne. OK, Joe, guess."
"You're crazy! You're always drunk! I hate you! Why can't you be a normal dad?" Joseph ran upstairs.
Billie started laughing again.
"You got it right, Joseph!" His choking laugh turned into broken sobs as he slid down the wall and curled up on the floor. "You got it right. Daddy's crazy. Daddy's crazy."
"Billie..." She stopped and watched him crying. She loved him - why had she let it come to this? "Billie...we can fix this...you know we can...we can get you into rehab or get you a shrink or something... God knows, we have the money. It'd be more use than the drink and speed. Come on, sweetie. We can do this... "
He sighed. He couldn't always hide when this happened...but he couldn't face this right now. She knew he had a hangover, anyway.
"Billie, if you don't come out RIGHT now, I'm gonna shred Blue!"
A pause.
"I'm taking her off the wall right now..."
Another pause. But then a weary voice sighed
"OK, Adrienne. I'm sorry, OK?"
Adrienne softened a little.
"Billie, we need to talk." He came out of the basement. He looked awful. He was covered in vomit, stank of booze and had dry blood running from his eyebrow to his cheek prior to last night's shenanigans with the band. "I think..." she started. She took a deep breath and said, "Billie, I think you have a problem."
"Do you not think it's a bit obvious? Do you think I haven't spent hours thinking about how to get out of this rut?" Billie said quietly. "Do you think I haven't wished in the hope that one day, maybe, I could sort myself out?" He was getting louder, despite his hangover. "I didn't ask for this, Adrienne. I didn't ask for this!"
Joseph came into the hall.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Nothing, honey. Your father and me are just talking. Go back upstairs, practise on your guitar or something." said Adrienne, soothingly.
But Billie wasn't having any of it.
"No no, Adrienne," He started laughing a horrible, drunken laugh. "No no. He can stay with us in the hall, talking about all the problems daddy has." By now he was hysterical. "OK, so what's the matter with me Joseph? What's the matter with daddy?"
"Joseph, darling, go back upstairs. Billie, stop it."
Billie wouldn't stop it.
"I said no, Adrienne. OK, Joe, guess."
"You're crazy! You're always drunk! I hate you! Why can't you be a normal dad?" Joseph ran upstairs.
Billie started laughing again.
"You got it right, Joseph!" His choking laugh turned into broken sobs as he slid down the wall and curled up on the floor. "You got it right. Daddy's crazy. Daddy's crazy."
"Billie..." She stopped and watched him crying. She loved him - why had she let it come to this? "Billie...we can fix this...you know we can...we can get you into rehab or get you a shrink or something... God knows, we have the money. It'd be more use than the drink and speed. Come on, sweetie. We can do this... "
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