And Then There Were None, chapter 1
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE JUST DISSAPPEARED? HE'S A FUCKIN ROCKSTAR- THEY DON'T JUST DISSAPPEAR!" -pause- "No! I will not calm down! My best friend's husband has been missing for 3 days, don't you dare try and insult me by telling me to calm down!" Claudia shouted over the telephone.
Billie Joe Armstrong: Missing for just about 3 days.
Diana attempted to comfort the hunched over mess that was once Adrienne. Her body was physically there and still intact but her soul was shredded and her heart had glazed over. Claudia was the ambitious one. She always took care of things because she was mentally the strongest. Adrienne had always admired that about Claudia and right now Adrienne wished she posessed that strength and voice. Claudia was the one who talked constantly, and this case, screamed, at the police to find Billie.
"You fuckin cops better get your ass in gear and find him or I swea-" Claudia looked at the phone in disbelief and slammed it down onto the table. She stormed into the kitchen where Adrienne and Diana were.
"They hung up on me! Can you believe it? The people that we are supposed to call when we are in troub- Oh Adie."
"Don't call me Adie." Adrienne snapped coldly through tears.
Claudia walked over to the other side of the island in the kitchen to find Diana seated next to Adrienne who was curled up into a little ball, back against the lower cabinets, crying like there were no tomorrow.
And Adrienne wished there weren't such a thing as tomorrow.
Every morning for the past 3 days Adrienne would wake up to an empty bed. That's when her day began and it only took moments for it to sink in that Billie Joe was still missing and that it wasn't just a terribly long dream. She would step out of bed, not even bothering to look at herself in the mirror. At this point she really didn't care how she looked. Billie Joe wasn't home and that was all that she could care about. Morning after morning she was greeted by Claudia and Diana and a warm plate of breakfast which she reluctantly ate. Call it crazy, but she didn't have an appetite for food. All she wanted was he Billie Joe back.
**Meanwhile**
Billie Joe awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar place. He tried to get up but was being held back by something strapped across his shoulders.
"So pretty boy finally decided to wake up? You know, you've been passed out for 3 days."
Billie's eyes averted from the straps across his chest to where the voice was coming from. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Who are you and where am I?" Billie shouted fantically.
At the sound of Billie's voice the older man ran over to him and slapped his hand over Billie's mouth mouth.
"Now you listen here boy and you listen well. I'm Ralph and you're in the basement of my house. See those stairs right there boy?" Ralph pointed to the old wooden steps.
"Well those steps lead upstairs to my family where I have a wife and a 6 year old son and a 17 year old daughter. Now if my daughter ever comes down here you shut your mouth you hear?"
Billie nodded his head.
"Good cause if she finds out you're out here she's going to call the cops cause she's obsessed with you and your damn band." With that Ralph uncovered Billie Joe's mouth.
"Hmph." Billie just grunted and looked around the room taking in every feature. It was your typical unfinished basement: Cinderblock walls very few and dim lights. There was an open door through which he could see a washer and dryer and a stereo. Billie Joe attention was brought to the only color in either of the two rooms. It was a guitar, and not just any guitar. It was a Gibson Standard Limited Edition guitar, and it was the most beautiful blue guitar he'd ever seen.
Ralph noticed Billie Joe staring at the guitar and laughed evily.
"Fucking musicians. You know, your band is what made my daughter play guitar and look more into your 'shit-style' music. Now thanks to you she's a fucked up lil' whore that joins protests against bush and talks about owning her own record company one day or making it big in punk rock. What a joke."
Billie Joe had a disgusted look on his face. Who the hell did this guy think he was to insult him like that. What does he mean 'fucking musicians'? The world would be a shit place without music and Billie Joe couldn't see how anyone lived without music.
Billie's thoughts were broken when Ralph snickered.
"Oh but don't you worry, I always give my daughter a nice punch and keep her from floating away into her little dream world. Ya' know, just slap some sense into her." Ralph spat out cruelly.
Billie was about to say something on behalf of Ralph's daughter but thought otherwise when he saw the size of Ralph's muscles and remembered that he was strapped to a smelly old matress and bed frame.
After a moment, the sound was broken when Ralph's wife called to him from outside the basement door. Ralph slowly got off the bed with a groan and brushed himself off. Then he turned to Billie Joe.
"Listen here. I'm going upstairs for dinner you keep quite and stuck to that bed and I will feed you. Now be good." Ralph tauntingly slapped Billie Joe's cheek, closed the door, and locked it. For Billie Joe there was nothing else to do except lay still which eventually turned into sleep.
The most unpleasant sleep of his life.
Billie Joe Armstrong: Missing for just about 3 days.
Diana attempted to comfort the hunched over mess that was once Adrienne. Her body was physically there and still intact but her soul was shredded and her heart had glazed over. Claudia was the ambitious one. She always took care of things because she was mentally the strongest. Adrienne had always admired that about Claudia and right now Adrienne wished she posessed that strength and voice. Claudia was the one who talked constantly, and this case, screamed, at the police to find Billie.
"You fuckin cops better get your ass in gear and find him or I swea-" Claudia looked at the phone in disbelief and slammed it down onto the table. She stormed into the kitchen where Adrienne and Diana were.
"They hung up on me! Can you believe it? The people that we are supposed to call when we are in troub- Oh Adie."
"Don't call me Adie." Adrienne snapped coldly through tears.
Claudia walked over to the other side of the island in the kitchen to find Diana seated next to Adrienne who was curled up into a little ball, back against the lower cabinets, crying like there were no tomorrow.
And Adrienne wished there weren't such a thing as tomorrow.
Every morning for the past 3 days Adrienne would wake up to an empty bed. That's when her day began and it only took moments for it to sink in that Billie Joe was still missing and that it wasn't just a terribly long dream. She would step out of bed, not even bothering to look at herself in the mirror. At this point she really didn't care how she looked. Billie Joe wasn't home and that was all that she could care about. Morning after morning she was greeted by Claudia and Diana and a warm plate of breakfast which she reluctantly ate. Call it crazy, but she didn't have an appetite for food. All she wanted was he Billie Joe back.
**Meanwhile**
Billie Joe awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar place. He tried to get up but was being held back by something strapped across his shoulders.
"So pretty boy finally decided to wake up? You know, you've been passed out for 3 days."
Billie's eyes averted from the straps across his chest to where the voice was coming from. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Who are you and where am I?" Billie shouted fantically.
At the sound of Billie's voice the older man ran over to him and slapped his hand over Billie's mouth mouth.
"Now you listen here boy and you listen well. I'm Ralph and you're in the basement of my house. See those stairs right there boy?" Ralph pointed to the old wooden steps.
"Well those steps lead upstairs to my family where I have a wife and a 6 year old son and a 17 year old daughter. Now if my daughter ever comes down here you shut your mouth you hear?"
Billie nodded his head.
"Good cause if she finds out you're out here she's going to call the cops cause she's obsessed with you and your damn band." With that Ralph uncovered Billie Joe's mouth.
"Hmph." Billie just grunted and looked around the room taking in every feature. It was your typical unfinished basement: Cinderblock walls very few and dim lights. There was an open door through which he could see a washer and dryer and a stereo. Billie Joe attention was brought to the only color in either of the two rooms. It was a guitar, and not just any guitar. It was a Gibson Standard Limited Edition guitar, and it was the most beautiful blue guitar he'd ever seen.
Ralph noticed Billie Joe staring at the guitar and laughed evily.
"Fucking musicians. You know, your band is what made my daughter play guitar and look more into your 'shit-style' music. Now thanks to you she's a fucked up lil' whore that joins protests against bush and talks about owning her own record company one day or making it big in punk rock. What a joke."
Billie Joe had a disgusted look on his face. Who the hell did this guy think he was to insult him like that. What does he mean 'fucking musicians'? The world would be a shit place without music and Billie Joe couldn't see how anyone lived without music.
Billie's thoughts were broken when Ralph snickered.
"Oh but don't you worry, I always give my daughter a nice punch and keep her from floating away into her little dream world. Ya' know, just slap some sense into her." Ralph spat out cruelly.
Billie was about to say something on behalf of Ralph's daughter but thought otherwise when he saw the size of Ralph's muscles and remembered that he was strapped to a smelly old matress and bed frame.
After a moment, the sound was broken when Ralph's wife called to him from outside the basement door. Ralph slowly got off the bed with a groan and brushed himself off. Then he turned to Billie Joe.
"Listen here. I'm going upstairs for dinner you keep quite and stuck to that bed and I will feed you. Now be good." Ralph tauntingly slapped Billie Joe's cheek, closed the door, and locked it. For Billie Joe there was nothing else to do except lay still which eventually turned into sleep.
The most unpleasant sleep of his life.
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