They're Gone, chapter 8
"Are you sure it was him?" Billie asked, sitting upright in his bed. He winced in pain.
"Yes I'm sure. I saw his face... it was filled with... pleasure." I said, sensing how scared I was for the first time. Billie's hand grabbed mine. He held it like he never wanted to let go. Never let me get hurt again. I was loved.
"Mike couldn't have." Tre said, breaking the moment.
"He did. It was when Billie was in the hospital. I went over to his house because I needed someone to comfort me. At first, everything was fine. But then I asked for a Coke. He brought it back, and I drank it. Then everything went black. I woke up when he was raping me, and he hit me on the head. Again, I was knocked out." I said, reliving the horror of that night.
*flashback*
"Mike open the door!!! Please!!! I need to talk to you!" My voice echoed down the street. Mike flung open the door with a concerned look on his face.
"Kayla, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I walked inside his living room. I shakily sat down on the old couch. Mike sat next to me and put an arm around my shaking and hyperventilating body.
"Shhh...everything is gonna be alright. Billie is gonna be okay. Just like that song, 'Don't worry! Be happy! Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright!'" I giggled.
"Mike, can I have a Coke? My throat's a little dry." Mike nodded and went into the kitchen. 5 minutes later, he came out with a Coke and Dr. Pepper. He handed me the coke. I took a long sip, thankful for the refreshment. Soon after, everything went black.
I woke up hours later to find a naked Mike on top of me. I looked towards the window, expecting to see Billie's house. But only a dark black curtain met my eyes. I screamed. Mike slapped me, causing me to shut up.
"Now, you better shut up you bitch. If you tell Tre or Billie, I'm gonna make you wish you were never born." Mike reached over to a table, and grabbed a can of Coke. He shoved its contents down my throat, causing everything to go black once again.
*end flashback*
Tre stared at the floor. After that horrible scene, he was unusually quiet. Billie gasped, and hugged me tight.
"Kayla, I'm so sorry. That bastard. He deserves to go to hell. When I see him... " I cut him off with a finger to his soft lips.
"I don't want sympathy. I don't want attention. I just want you and for you to keep this quiet. I'll be dead if he finds out I told you. Please, don't tell Mike or bring it up or beat the shit out of him. Okay sweetie? I know you don't like it when I get hurt, but if you tell anyone, or let Mike know that I told you, I'll be hurt even more." I said, not believing I was actually saying those words.
I did want Billie to tell the police. I did want him to beat the shit out of Mike. I did want a lot of things, but those things would make our relationship more complicated.
I decided to call the social worker back, but I had to tell Billie who I decided to live with. I gingerly pulled away from his embrace, and stared him straight in the eye.
"Billie, before I tell you something, you need to promise not to flip out alright?" Billie nodded.
I took a deep breath. "I've decided to stay with Mike." Tre immediately looked up. Billie fell back on his bed, not wanting to believe his ears.
"What the fuck!" Tre yelled.
"Tre!" I yelled.
"What! You told Billie not to flip."
"I can't stay with you because I've talked to your mom and she doesn't want me there. She thinks you'll be even more perverted. And I am not staying with Billie Joe because of Brad and he wouldn't let me. Plus, I have to make it look like I haven't told anyone about what Mike did."
Billie slowly sat up. "I understand," he said, his voice shaking and his hands twitching.
"You do?" I asked hopefully.
"Yea. You love him."
"What!?"
"You heard me. You love him. You love him more than me. Fine. I don't care. Get out now you slutty whore."
"Yes I'm sure. I saw his face... it was filled with... pleasure." I said, sensing how scared I was for the first time. Billie's hand grabbed mine. He held it like he never wanted to let go. Never let me get hurt again. I was loved.
"Mike couldn't have." Tre said, breaking the moment.
"He did. It was when Billie was in the hospital. I went over to his house because I needed someone to comfort me. At first, everything was fine. But then I asked for a Coke. He brought it back, and I drank it. Then everything went black. I woke up when he was raping me, and he hit me on the head. Again, I was knocked out." I said, reliving the horror of that night.
*flashback*
"Mike open the door!!! Please!!! I need to talk to you!" My voice echoed down the street. Mike flung open the door with a concerned look on his face.
"Kayla, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I walked inside his living room. I shakily sat down on the old couch. Mike sat next to me and put an arm around my shaking and hyperventilating body.
"Shhh...everything is gonna be alright. Billie is gonna be okay. Just like that song, 'Don't worry! Be happy! Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright!'" I giggled.
"Mike, can I have a Coke? My throat's a little dry." Mike nodded and went into the kitchen. 5 minutes later, he came out with a Coke and Dr. Pepper. He handed me the coke. I took a long sip, thankful for the refreshment. Soon after, everything went black.
I woke up hours later to find a naked Mike on top of me. I looked towards the window, expecting to see Billie's house. But only a dark black curtain met my eyes. I screamed. Mike slapped me, causing me to shut up.
"Now, you better shut up you bitch. If you tell Tre or Billie, I'm gonna make you wish you were never born." Mike reached over to a table, and grabbed a can of Coke. He shoved its contents down my throat, causing everything to go black once again.
*end flashback*
Tre stared at the floor. After that horrible scene, he was unusually quiet. Billie gasped, and hugged me tight.
"Kayla, I'm so sorry. That bastard. He deserves to go to hell. When I see him... " I cut him off with a finger to his soft lips.
"I don't want sympathy. I don't want attention. I just want you and for you to keep this quiet. I'll be dead if he finds out I told you. Please, don't tell Mike or bring it up or beat the shit out of him. Okay sweetie? I know you don't like it when I get hurt, but if you tell anyone, or let Mike know that I told you, I'll be hurt even more." I said, not believing I was actually saying those words.
I did want Billie to tell the police. I did want him to beat the shit out of Mike. I did want a lot of things, but those things would make our relationship more complicated.
I decided to call the social worker back, but I had to tell Billie who I decided to live with. I gingerly pulled away from his embrace, and stared him straight in the eye.
"Billie, before I tell you something, you need to promise not to flip out alright?" Billie nodded.
I took a deep breath. "I've decided to stay with Mike." Tre immediately looked up. Billie fell back on his bed, not wanting to believe his ears.
"What the fuck!" Tre yelled.
"Tre!" I yelled.
"What! You told Billie not to flip."
"I can't stay with you because I've talked to your mom and she doesn't want me there. She thinks you'll be even more perverted. And I am not staying with Billie Joe because of Brad and he wouldn't let me. Plus, I have to make it look like I haven't told anyone about what Mike did."
Billie slowly sat up. "I understand," he said, his voice shaking and his hands twitching.
"You do?" I asked hopefully.
"Yea. You love him."
"What!?"
"You heard me. You love him. You love him more than me. Fine. I don't care. Get out now you slutty whore."
