A Different Kind of Love, chapter 17
Billie Joe's hands started to shake on the steering wheel. He was finally going to fight it. Everything. And not just for himself, but for Zach. Mike and Tre weren't quite sure what Billie was going to do, but they knew they couldn't not help him... Or Zach for that matter. Billie parked his car at the end of Zach's street. Mike and Tre looked at each other.
"What are you gonna do, Billie?" asked Tre, as Billie Joe switched Tre's cell phone to silent.
"Shut up and follow me. Don't make any noise." Billie Joe silently hopped out of the car. Billie walked quietly along the side walk, hands in his pockets. Mike followed behind Billie Joe, contemplating how much shit they were in. Tre followed behind, walking faster to try and keep up, and making sure there wasn't anything underneath his feet for him to trip over and cause a racket. Billie Joe laid eyes on Zach's house. It was big and presentable but inside he was sure was as horrible as hell itself. He remembered carrying Zach home one afternoon, and Zach whispering to Billie Joe that he had better leave or he might get hurt. Billie remembered not wanting to leave, begging with Zach to let Billie Joe talk to his father, defend Zach, anything... But he also remembered how terrified Zach was at the thought of it.
Billie heard the front door open and shoved Mike and Tre into the bushes of Zach's neighbours yard. She was a deaf old lady, according to Zach, and the only house near Zach, so Billie Joe knew why no one had heard Zach's cries. Billie Joe crouched in the bushes, the others' heads peering out. Billie saw Zach's dad drunkenly fumble for his keys, swearing and cursing. Billie looked closer.
Blood.
Blood on his hands. Fucking son of a bitch. Billie bit his lip, keeping himself from flying on top of Zach's dad and beating the absoloute crap out of him. He watched as Zach's father hopped into the car and drove drunkenly out of the driveway and up the street. Zach had told Billie that his father went out on the night shift after he was "through" with him. Billie Joe watched the car turn the corner. He stepped out of the bushes and kicked the old lady's letterbox.
"Prick! Prick, prick, fucking prick!" Billie hissed. Mike and Tre looked on in sorrow. They'd seen it all too.
"Blood on his damned hands! The fucker..." Billie Joe spat. He glanced at Zach's house.
"OK... So Zach's inside. What do we do? And how do we do it without getting screwed over and ending up in jail?" asked Mike. Billie pulled out Tre's cell phone.
"I'm calling the cops."
"What are you gonna do, Billie?" asked Tre, as Billie Joe switched Tre's cell phone to silent.
"Shut up and follow me. Don't make any noise." Billie Joe silently hopped out of the car. Billie walked quietly along the side walk, hands in his pockets. Mike followed behind Billie Joe, contemplating how much shit they were in. Tre followed behind, walking faster to try and keep up, and making sure there wasn't anything underneath his feet for him to trip over and cause a racket. Billie Joe laid eyes on Zach's house. It was big and presentable but inside he was sure was as horrible as hell itself. He remembered carrying Zach home one afternoon, and Zach whispering to Billie Joe that he had better leave or he might get hurt. Billie remembered not wanting to leave, begging with Zach to let Billie Joe talk to his father, defend Zach, anything... But he also remembered how terrified Zach was at the thought of it.
Billie heard the front door open and shoved Mike and Tre into the bushes of Zach's neighbours yard. She was a deaf old lady, according to Zach, and the only house near Zach, so Billie Joe knew why no one had heard Zach's cries. Billie Joe crouched in the bushes, the others' heads peering out. Billie saw Zach's dad drunkenly fumble for his keys, swearing and cursing. Billie looked closer.
Blood.
Blood on his hands. Fucking son of a bitch. Billie bit his lip, keeping himself from flying on top of Zach's dad and beating the absoloute crap out of him. He watched as Zach's father hopped into the car and drove drunkenly out of the driveway and up the street. Zach had told Billie that his father went out on the night shift after he was "through" with him. Billie Joe watched the car turn the corner. He stepped out of the bushes and kicked the old lady's letterbox.
"Prick! Prick, prick, fucking prick!" Billie hissed. Mike and Tre looked on in sorrow. They'd seen it all too.
"Blood on his damned hands! The fucker..." Billie Joe spat. He glanced at Zach's house.
"OK... So Zach's inside. What do we do? And how do we do it without getting screwed over and ending up in jail?" asked Mike. Billie pulled out Tre's cell phone.
"I'm calling the cops."
