They're Gone, chapter 6
"Oh...well, can you hold on a moment?"
"Of course Miss Corey."
I placed my hand over the receiver and turned to look at Billie. He must've seen the scared look in my eyes because he hugged me and said that everything would be alright.
"Now talk to that person...Whoever the hell she is!"
I had to laugh at Billie's comment.
"Well...She's a...um...social worker. And she wants to talk to me about...placing me in a foster home." I stared back into teary eyes.
"No. No. NO! SHE CAN'T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME! I'VE ONLY HAD YOU FOR ONE FUCKING WEEK! SHE CAN'T! SHE CAN'T! She just, can't Kayla. I love you way too much to let you go."
I embraced Billie. I was shocked to hear him yelling like that. Then someone yelled up the stairs.
"BILLIE JOE! Why the hell are you screaming about that whore of a girlfriend?!" said a deep voice.
"Damn you Brad! She's not a whore!"
"Oh you're right. You ARE!" screeched Brad. I heard footsteps pounding up the steps.
"Here. Take the phone and go to Tre's."
"Billie, what's wrong? What's happening?"
"Nothing. Now GO!" he said as he shoved me out the window.
I landed gracefully and ran. Ran to Tre's. Ran away from the horror I had yet to find out about.
***Billie's POV***
I got rid of all traces that Kayla had been here. Then I got out Blue, and sat on my bed.
Brad slammed open the door and stared at me with his cold, unforgiving eyes.
"Well little bastard. Why don't you shut the fuck up before I hurt you again!?" Brad screamed at the top of his lungs.
I could tell that my eyes showed I was scared. I put Blue away, and sat back down on my bed.
"Well?"
"Brad, just shut the fuck up. Now." I said smoothly.
"Oh smooth. Real smooth Billie Joe. Now I'm gonna fuck you up."
I saw Brad reach in his pocket. Wait. Why is he reaching for his pocket? Normally he grabs his belt, or a bat. Then I saw what he had pulled out. It was a syringe. And it was full.
***Tre's House; Kayla's POV***
*Ring*
I pounded on the door. "Open the fucking door Tre!"
I was still pounding when he opened the door, causing me to fall. Tre caught me.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It's the sexy, beautiful, KAYLA!"
I giggled as he said that. I walked in and sat down. Tre walked to the couch I was sitting on and sat down next to me. But he pretended to trip before he actually got to the couch.
"OWW!"
"Mommy!!! I gots a boo boo!" shrieked Tre, holding up his 'boo boo finger'.
"Aww, wittle Tre hurt himself. Mommy can fix that."
I put a band-aid on it and looked at him. He looked...Like he was thinking. God that's a scary thought.
"Mommy, can you kiss it better?" He pouted.
"Of course." I said and kissed his finger.
"YAY!!! It's better!" Tre said, jumping up and down.
I laughed, "Oh Tre, hold on, I have to ask this lady to call me back." I had almost forgot about the social worker on the line.
"Uhh, hello?"
"Yes, Miss Corey?"
"Umm, could you call me back?I'm kinda busy."
"Of course. Would you like me to call you at this number or... ?"
"Here, call me on my cell."
After giving the woman my cell, I turned to Tre.
"Tre, is Billie, afraid of Brad?" I was careful to which words I used.
Tre looked at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Like hell he is! Brad is like Satan on earth!"
"What does he do?" I asked. I was interested.
"Brad abuses Billie. He hits him. That's all he's done though... but he might do more."
I stared open mouthed and wide eyed. "Why did he want me to get out then?"
"Shit! Billie's in trouble. Normally when there's someone home and Brad comes, Billie tells us to hide in the closet. He must be... " Tre shook his head.
"What?!" I could hear the panic in my voice.
"Brad...he's probably...abusing him...with a syringe or something."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Brad...he wants...to hurt Billie...so...he's not... " Tre murmured the next word.
"A what? So Billie's not a what?!"
Tre murmured again. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook hard.
"TRE! WHAT IS BILLIE NOT GOING TO BE AFTER BRAD FUCKS HIM UP?!" I schreeched.
"A...virgin."
"Of course Miss Corey."
I placed my hand over the receiver and turned to look at Billie. He must've seen the scared look in my eyes because he hugged me and said that everything would be alright.
"Now talk to that person...Whoever the hell she is!"
I had to laugh at Billie's comment.
"Well...She's a...um...social worker. And she wants to talk to me about...placing me in a foster home." I stared back into teary eyes.
"No. No. NO! SHE CAN'T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME! I'VE ONLY HAD YOU FOR ONE FUCKING WEEK! SHE CAN'T! SHE CAN'T! She just, can't Kayla. I love you way too much to let you go."
I embraced Billie. I was shocked to hear him yelling like that. Then someone yelled up the stairs.
"BILLIE JOE! Why the hell are you screaming about that whore of a girlfriend?!" said a deep voice.
"Damn you Brad! She's not a whore!"
"Oh you're right. You ARE!" screeched Brad. I heard footsteps pounding up the steps.
"Here. Take the phone and go to Tre's."
"Billie, what's wrong? What's happening?"
"Nothing. Now GO!" he said as he shoved me out the window.
I landed gracefully and ran. Ran to Tre's. Ran away from the horror I had yet to find out about.
***Billie's POV***
I got rid of all traces that Kayla had been here. Then I got out Blue, and sat on my bed.
Brad slammed open the door and stared at me with his cold, unforgiving eyes.
"Well little bastard. Why don't you shut the fuck up before I hurt you again!?" Brad screamed at the top of his lungs.
I could tell that my eyes showed I was scared. I put Blue away, and sat back down on my bed.
"Well?"
"Brad, just shut the fuck up. Now." I said smoothly.
"Oh smooth. Real smooth Billie Joe. Now I'm gonna fuck you up."
I saw Brad reach in his pocket. Wait. Why is he reaching for his pocket? Normally he grabs his belt, or a bat. Then I saw what he had pulled out. It was a syringe. And it was full.
***Tre's House; Kayla's POV***
*Ring*
I pounded on the door. "Open the fucking door Tre!"
I was still pounding when he opened the door, causing me to fall. Tre caught me.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It's the sexy, beautiful, KAYLA!"
I giggled as he said that. I walked in and sat down. Tre walked to the couch I was sitting on and sat down next to me. But he pretended to trip before he actually got to the couch.
"OWW!"
"Mommy!!! I gots a boo boo!" shrieked Tre, holding up his 'boo boo finger'.
"Aww, wittle Tre hurt himself. Mommy can fix that."
I put a band-aid on it and looked at him. He looked...Like he was thinking. God that's a scary thought.
"Mommy, can you kiss it better?" He pouted.
"Of course." I said and kissed his finger.
"YAY!!! It's better!" Tre said, jumping up and down.
I laughed, "Oh Tre, hold on, I have to ask this lady to call me back." I had almost forgot about the social worker on the line.
"Uhh, hello?"
"Yes, Miss Corey?"
"Umm, could you call me back?I'm kinda busy."
"Of course. Would you like me to call you at this number or... ?"
"Here, call me on my cell."
After giving the woman my cell, I turned to Tre.
"Tre, is Billie, afraid of Brad?" I was careful to which words I used.
Tre looked at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Like hell he is! Brad is like Satan on earth!"
"What does he do?" I asked. I was interested.
"Brad abuses Billie. He hits him. That's all he's done though... but he might do more."
I stared open mouthed and wide eyed. "Why did he want me to get out then?"
"Shit! Billie's in trouble. Normally when there's someone home and Brad comes, Billie tells us to hide in the closet. He must be... " Tre shook his head.
"What?!" I could hear the panic in my voice.
"Brad...he's probably...abusing him...with a syringe or something."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Brad...he wants...to hurt Billie...so...he's not... " Tre murmured the next word.
"A what? So Billie's not a what?!"
Tre murmured again. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook hard.
"TRE! WHAT IS BILLIE NOT GOING TO BE AFTER BRAD FUCKS HIM UP?!" I schreeched.
"A...virgin."
