The Words Can't Come To Mind, chapter 5
After our little "food converstaion", I felt a little bit better. That's until I heard someone pounding Billie's front door, yelling my mom. Billie saw the look in my eyes, and told me he'll get it. I clung on to Tre tighter than ever. He hug back.
"Where the fuck is my daughter!?" Oh shit, it was my mom.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I guess Billie wasn't scared of drunk alcholic moms.
"You know damn right! I'm looking for Cybil, the most lovely daughter a mother could ask for!"
"Wait, you are the fucker that hit her! She doesn't deserve a life that runs under your rules!" And with that Billie slammed the door in her face. I smiled, but then I felt anger, towards my mom. How could she follow me? I heard yelling from the door still, like, "I know she's in there! I followed the red path!" Then I heard her laugh. Bitch. Billie walked in and gave me a look of sympathy. I got up and was about to bolt out, and give my mom a peice of my mind. That was until Tre and Billie pulled me back.
"Not right now, she was far from sober." I look into Billie's eyes, I knew he was right.
"Yeah, I know. I guess she's so fucked up she had to make me look like a good little girl for her reputation."
"Pretty fucked up, I'm sorry." Tre whispered into my ear, and lifted my chin up so he can see me. He looked at me, then Billie,
"You probably by now, but you're safe here with us. You don't have to go through shit with-"
"A back-stabbing whore bag dickface" I cut him off. Billie laughed, so did Tre,
"You don't have to go through shit with, 'Mrs. Back-stabbing whore bag dickface' anymore." Tre made quotation signs with his fingeres. I giggled,
"Wanna get trashed?" I asked them. They busted up laughing.
"What?" I asked both of them.
"That was really fast. After being told you're safe," Billie paused to laugh," You ask us if we wanna get trashed?! So random!" They laughed more. I guess it was pretty fast. Then after I replayed it in my head, I joined them and laughed.
"You have a pretty smile." Tre said and stopped laughing, he passionatly kissed me.
"C'mon you guys. Get a room!" Billie said. I don't know if he were rolling his eyes. I broke from Tre,
"We are in one!" I laughed, "It looks like, you, "I laughed more, "Have to get out."
"Wait," Billie looked confused," Ohhh, ha ha. Fine but I'll be in the living room-," Billie stopped and giggled as me and Tre blocked him off and started our make-out session, "With Mike." He laughed and closed the door behind him.
When me and Tre were done(Not sex, I'm not easy you dumbasses), I asked him were the bathroom was. He told me, and I went to pee. Gosh, it seemed like days like I didn't pee. Wait, it was 2 days. Wow. I got done, and washed my hands. All good. I went and looked in the room, no one was there.
"Down here!" Tre yelled. I reluctantly went to the living room to find Billie, Mike, and Tre. Well, Tre was lying on his back on the floor spitting dice up out of his mouth, Mike trying to catch them in a cup, while Billie was tickling Tre's feet. I couldn't keep my laughter in on how stupid they looked. They all stopped and looked at me.
"What? You never been laughed at by how retarded you three look?" They shook their heads, and giggled. Mike and Billie laughed and got up and plopped on the couch. While Tre was still spitting up dice. I came around him, and sat on his stomach.
"You're really light. Are you on that "Subway Diet"?" Tre looked at me.
"No, I just exercise a lot. Unlike you." He smirked as I pinched his cheeks. He got up and rolled from under me, and sat up to kiss my forehead.
"Geez, are we gonna get trashed or not?" Mike asked.
"Oh shit, can I use your guys's phone. I gotta get Katie over here, we never missed another's party."
They looked at me.
"Party?" Mike looked at me.
"Well, Katie is in a posse at school called, "The Dirtbags" and one of the members, Ryan, is having a party tonight. You guts up for it?" With that Tre shot up and said he'll get ready. Mike and Billie did the same when Tre came back. He threw me the phone, and I dialed KAtie's number.
"Hello?" Someone asked.
"Oh, this is Cybil, can I-" She cut me off,
"KATIE!" I heard in the background.
"Hello?" Katie asked.
"Hey shithead, party at Ryan's remember?"
"Oh shit, hey Cybil! Yeah, I remember."
"Well, meet me at Billie's. They're ready, but I gotta sneak home, and get changed."
"Well then, let's get you there so we can par-tay!" I heard her shouting "Party!", and then she hung up, I did the same.
The three looked at me,
"She'll be right down." They nodded. Soon we were discussing a way for me to sneak in and get clothes to change, without my daily beatings.
"Where the fuck is my daughter!?" Oh shit, it was my mom.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I guess Billie wasn't scared of drunk alcholic moms.
"You know damn right! I'm looking for Cybil, the most lovely daughter a mother could ask for!"
"Wait, you are the fucker that hit her! She doesn't deserve a life that runs under your rules!" And with that Billie slammed the door in her face. I smiled, but then I felt anger, towards my mom. How could she follow me? I heard yelling from the door still, like, "I know she's in there! I followed the red path!" Then I heard her laugh. Bitch. Billie walked in and gave me a look of sympathy. I got up and was about to bolt out, and give my mom a peice of my mind. That was until Tre and Billie pulled me back.
"Not right now, she was far from sober." I look into Billie's eyes, I knew he was right.
"Yeah, I know. I guess she's so fucked up she had to make me look like a good little girl for her reputation."
"Pretty fucked up, I'm sorry." Tre whispered into my ear, and lifted my chin up so he can see me. He looked at me, then Billie,
"You probably by now, but you're safe here with us. You don't have to go through shit with-"
"A back-stabbing whore bag dickface" I cut him off. Billie laughed, so did Tre,
"You don't have to go through shit with, 'Mrs. Back-stabbing whore bag dickface' anymore." Tre made quotation signs with his fingeres. I giggled,
"Wanna get trashed?" I asked them. They busted up laughing.
"What?" I asked both of them.
"That was really fast. After being told you're safe," Billie paused to laugh," You ask us if we wanna get trashed?! So random!" They laughed more. I guess it was pretty fast. Then after I replayed it in my head, I joined them and laughed.
"You have a pretty smile." Tre said and stopped laughing, he passionatly kissed me.
"C'mon you guys. Get a room!" Billie said. I don't know if he were rolling his eyes. I broke from Tre,
"We are in one!" I laughed, "It looks like, you, "I laughed more, "Have to get out."
"Wait," Billie looked confused," Ohhh, ha ha. Fine but I'll be in the living room-," Billie stopped and giggled as me and Tre blocked him off and started our make-out session, "With Mike." He laughed and closed the door behind him.
When me and Tre were done(Not sex, I'm not easy you dumbasses), I asked him were the bathroom was. He told me, and I went to pee. Gosh, it seemed like days like I didn't pee. Wait, it was 2 days. Wow. I got done, and washed my hands. All good. I went and looked in the room, no one was there.
"Down here!" Tre yelled. I reluctantly went to the living room to find Billie, Mike, and Tre. Well, Tre was lying on his back on the floor spitting dice up out of his mouth, Mike trying to catch them in a cup, while Billie was tickling Tre's feet. I couldn't keep my laughter in on how stupid they looked. They all stopped and looked at me.
"What? You never been laughed at by how retarded you three look?" They shook their heads, and giggled. Mike and Billie laughed and got up and plopped on the couch. While Tre was still spitting up dice. I came around him, and sat on his stomach.
"You're really light. Are you on that "Subway Diet"?" Tre looked at me.
"No, I just exercise a lot. Unlike you." He smirked as I pinched his cheeks. He got up and rolled from under me, and sat up to kiss my forehead.
"Geez, are we gonna get trashed or not?" Mike asked.
"Oh shit, can I use your guys's phone. I gotta get Katie over here, we never missed another's party."
They looked at me.
"Party?" Mike looked at me.
"Well, Katie is in a posse at school called, "The Dirtbags" and one of the members, Ryan, is having a party tonight. You guts up for it?" With that Tre shot up and said he'll get ready. Mike and Billie did the same when Tre came back. He threw me the phone, and I dialed KAtie's number.
"Hello?" Someone asked.
"Oh, this is Cybil, can I-" She cut me off,
"KATIE!" I heard in the background.
"Hello?" Katie asked.
"Hey shithead, party at Ryan's remember?"
"Oh shit, hey Cybil! Yeah, I remember."
"Well, meet me at Billie's. They're ready, but I gotta sneak home, and get changed."
"Well then, let's get you there so we can par-tay!" I heard her shouting "Party!", and then she hung up, I did the same.
The three looked at me,
"She'll be right down." They nodded. Soon we were discussing a way for me to sneak in and get clothes to change, without my daily beatings.
