Boulevard Of Broken Lives, chapter 3
That car journey back to the house felt like it lasted for an eternity. I guess it didn't help that Mike kept turning back asking me what was it that I wanted to tell him. I kept saying: "Nothing, nothing, it doesn't matter! It's fine, honest!" He wasn't convinced. My heart sank when I heard him asking to Billie Joe to drop him off at the playground where Adrienne and the kids were. Now I was left in the car with him and Tré. I sank down further in to my seat, and gulped. Mike got out of the car about five blocks away from the house, and met up with Adrienne. They said they'd be home in an hour or so. "Wh-what are you going to do now, Tré?" I asked, clearing my throat. "Oh I dunno, maybe beat the f*** outta the drums for a bit!" He said, looking out the window as we pulled up in to the driveway. Billie Joe was the first one out of the car, and slammed the door behind him without a word.
"Jesus, someone has a stick up their ass today!" Tré said, shaking his head and getting out next. He walked over to the garage door and pulled it open. He clasped his hands together at the sight of his shiny, relatively stable conditioned drum kit... .Not for long though. He closed the door behind him. I was still sitting in the car, and I was becoming more anxious. The sudden smash of a cymbal from the garage made me jump, and I slowly opened the car door. I shut it gently behind me, and walked over to the house. The door was left ajar, and I was only hoping Billie Joe was upstairs getting changed or something. I walked in to the lounge. No one was there. The house was silent. The only noise was Tré beating the crap out of his drums, but the garage was sound proof, so it wasn't too loud.
I walked in to the large kitchen. He wasn't around. I breathed a sigh of relief as I went over to the sink to get a glass of water. I gulped it down in one, and then refilled it. My heart was racing. The window over the sink gave view of a gorgeous back garden over looking the town of Berkeley. I admired the beautiful scenery surrounding the garden, as the sweltering sun found its way through the cracks in the trees. I was very thirsty, and re filled my glass for a third time. I looked back up at the window again, but caught more than the garden, the sun, and the view of Berkeley. Someone's reflection was blocking the view of the large apple tree outside. My heart was racing faster and faster, and my hands and legs were trembling. I turned around. Billie Joe was standing behind me twirling a kitchen knife between his fingers. My hands became clammy, and the glass I was holding slowly slipped through my fingers. It smashed on the floor, and the water in it escaped everywhere. Billie Joe looked down at it, but looked back up at me without saying anything. His emerald snake like eyes were pulsing with venom. I breathed heavily and felt nauseated at the sight of the knife.
"H-h-hi Billie, wh-what's up?" I said, feeling like my legs were about to fall from beneath me. He didn't answer, and started walking towards me. I tried to rub my hands on my jeans to get rid of the sweat. "You were going to tell Mike, weren't you??" Billie Joe said lowering his eyebrows. I gulped, and looked down at my shoes. He was very close to me at this stage. If he held out the knife, I was sure it would rip through my stomach. I cleared my throat, but my voice was still shaky. "N-no, I, I w-wasn't, I wouldn't... " However, before I could finish what I was saying, he plowed his fist right in to my face. I fell to the floor with the shock and the pain. I thought my nose was broken, and I could feel the blood gushing out. "Don't you dare f*** lie to me!! I know you were about to tell him! You f*** bitch!" He spat, as I lay helplessly on the floor clutching my nose. Floods of tears were rushing down my face, and I could see the puddles of blood dripping through my fingers and on to the floor. "Do you know how easy it would be for me to slice this through your flesh?!" Billie Joe said, admiring the long jagged knife in his right hand. "Billie please!! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was scared!!" I whimpered. "You didn't mean to?? How can you not "mean" to tell someone something?! I told you what would happen if you told anyone!! Now Mike is on my f*** case!!" He yelled.
I remained on the ground in agony. "Get up!" Billie Joe kicked my leg. "You're f*** pathetic!" I ignored him, but he grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me up. "You like disobeying people, don't you?!" He sneered, as I screamed in anguish. He pushed me against the counter. I noticed a box of tissues sitting over the sink, and grabbed a bundle of them to control the blood still flowing freely in to my hands. "You are just so god damn lucky it wasn't Adrienne you nearly blurted out our little secret to!" He said pointing the knife at me. I looked at him with such fear, that I have never felt before in my life. He suddenly grabbed my throat, and clenched his hand tighter. His eyes were squinting slightly, and I was sure he was going to kill me there and then. His fingers were digging in to my neck, and I closed my eyes in pain. I dropped the tissue, and the blood was now dripping down on to his hands. "Now, I am going to tell you nicely once more... .if your little mind forgets our deal and blurts any more stupid things like that, you won't live to see tomorrow... I can promise you that!"
He let go of my throat, and pushed me against the counter. I tried to control my breathing as best as I could, as I clutched my neck and began coughing. "You're bringing this on yourself... if you had just listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened." Billie Joe smiled, running his finger along the blade of the knife. "And if you hadn't f*** tried to sexually assault me, it wouldn't have happened either!" I screamed, now not caring what he would do to me. He looked up at me, and smiled. "Oh come on Isabel, you know as well as I do... .you wanted it! You were practically begging for it!" The tears filled my face, but they were full of rage and anger. Without thinking, I grabbed the knife out of Billie Joe's hand, and suddenly leapt on him. We both went crashing to the floor, but I landed on top of him. "Oh, coming back for more, are we??!" He laughed evilly. I held the knife over his throat.
He merely chuckled. The blood from my nose dripped down on to his cheek, and still looking at me, he rubbed it away with his finger. I screamed: "You are a f*** psycho! I hate you, Billie Joe!" I kept the knife at his throat, but my hands were trembling. He showed no indication of the slightest flicker of fear. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on...Kill me!! I dare you!!" He mocked. I couldn't believe he was actually inviting me to kill him! Then I realised that he knew I was too scared to do it...which I was. I threw the knife down on the floor, and yelled out "f*** it!!!" at the top of my voice. Billie Joe was still lying there, smirking at me. I started crying again, but with genuine despair this time. "Having second thoughts?" He sneered. I ignored him, and ran out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, and locked it quickly. I rushed over to the sink, to examine my nose. The blood had stopped, but there were red stains everywhere. My nose wasn't broken, I just assumed it had been, because of the impact of the punch. I cleaned it with wet tissue, despite the strong, stinging sensation I felt.
I suddenly noticed my neck, and the finger marks Billie Joe had left on it. I knew they would leave bruising. Right at that moment, was when I felt like my whole world and everything in it had shattered to pieces. I walked backwards, and sat down on the toilet seat. I felt so strange, and light headed. I felt my forehead, it was burning with heat. The room started to spin. Was I moving? I didn't remember getting up to go anywhere. All of a sudden, I was aware that I was falling to the ground. Everything went black...
"Jesus, someone has a stick up their ass today!" Tré said, shaking his head and getting out next. He walked over to the garage door and pulled it open. He clasped his hands together at the sight of his shiny, relatively stable conditioned drum kit... .Not for long though. He closed the door behind him. I was still sitting in the car, and I was becoming more anxious. The sudden smash of a cymbal from the garage made me jump, and I slowly opened the car door. I shut it gently behind me, and walked over to the house. The door was left ajar, and I was only hoping Billie Joe was upstairs getting changed or something. I walked in to the lounge. No one was there. The house was silent. The only noise was Tré beating the crap out of his drums, but the garage was sound proof, so it wasn't too loud.
I walked in to the large kitchen. He wasn't around. I breathed a sigh of relief as I went over to the sink to get a glass of water. I gulped it down in one, and then refilled it. My heart was racing. The window over the sink gave view of a gorgeous back garden over looking the town of Berkeley. I admired the beautiful scenery surrounding the garden, as the sweltering sun found its way through the cracks in the trees. I was very thirsty, and re filled my glass for a third time. I looked back up at the window again, but caught more than the garden, the sun, and the view of Berkeley. Someone's reflection was blocking the view of the large apple tree outside. My heart was racing faster and faster, and my hands and legs were trembling. I turned around. Billie Joe was standing behind me twirling a kitchen knife between his fingers. My hands became clammy, and the glass I was holding slowly slipped through my fingers. It smashed on the floor, and the water in it escaped everywhere. Billie Joe looked down at it, but looked back up at me without saying anything. His emerald snake like eyes were pulsing with venom. I breathed heavily and felt nauseated at the sight of the knife.
"H-h-hi Billie, wh-what's up?" I said, feeling like my legs were about to fall from beneath me. He didn't answer, and started walking towards me. I tried to rub my hands on my jeans to get rid of the sweat. "You were going to tell Mike, weren't you??" Billie Joe said lowering his eyebrows. I gulped, and looked down at my shoes. He was very close to me at this stage. If he held out the knife, I was sure it would rip through my stomach. I cleared my throat, but my voice was still shaky. "N-no, I, I w-wasn't, I wouldn't... " However, before I could finish what I was saying, he plowed his fist right in to my face. I fell to the floor with the shock and the pain. I thought my nose was broken, and I could feel the blood gushing out. "Don't you dare f*** lie to me!! I know you were about to tell him! You f*** bitch!" He spat, as I lay helplessly on the floor clutching my nose. Floods of tears were rushing down my face, and I could see the puddles of blood dripping through my fingers and on to the floor. "Do you know how easy it would be for me to slice this through your flesh?!" Billie Joe said, admiring the long jagged knife in his right hand. "Billie please!! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was scared!!" I whimpered. "You didn't mean to?? How can you not "mean" to tell someone something?! I told you what would happen if you told anyone!! Now Mike is on my f*** case!!" He yelled.
I remained on the ground in agony. "Get up!" Billie Joe kicked my leg. "You're f*** pathetic!" I ignored him, but he grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me up. "You like disobeying people, don't you?!" He sneered, as I screamed in anguish. He pushed me against the counter. I noticed a box of tissues sitting over the sink, and grabbed a bundle of them to control the blood still flowing freely in to my hands. "You are just so god damn lucky it wasn't Adrienne you nearly blurted out our little secret to!" He said pointing the knife at me. I looked at him with such fear, that I have never felt before in my life. He suddenly grabbed my throat, and clenched his hand tighter. His eyes were squinting slightly, and I was sure he was going to kill me there and then. His fingers were digging in to my neck, and I closed my eyes in pain. I dropped the tissue, and the blood was now dripping down on to his hands. "Now, I am going to tell you nicely once more... .if your little mind forgets our deal and blurts any more stupid things like that, you won't live to see tomorrow... I can promise you that!"
He let go of my throat, and pushed me against the counter. I tried to control my breathing as best as I could, as I clutched my neck and began coughing. "You're bringing this on yourself... if you had just listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened." Billie Joe smiled, running his finger along the blade of the knife. "And if you hadn't f*** tried to sexually assault me, it wouldn't have happened either!" I screamed, now not caring what he would do to me. He looked up at me, and smiled. "Oh come on Isabel, you know as well as I do... .you wanted it! You were practically begging for it!" The tears filled my face, but they were full of rage and anger. Without thinking, I grabbed the knife out of Billie Joe's hand, and suddenly leapt on him. We both went crashing to the floor, but I landed on top of him. "Oh, coming back for more, are we??!" He laughed evilly. I held the knife over his throat.
He merely chuckled. The blood from my nose dripped down on to his cheek, and still looking at me, he rubbed it away with his finger. I screamed: "You are a f*** psycho! I hate you, Billie Joe!" I kept the knife at his throat, but my hands were trembling. He showed no indication of the slightest flicker of fear. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on...Kill me!! I dare you!!" He mocked. I couldn't believe he was actually inviting me to kill him! Then I realised that he knew I was too scared to do it...which I was. I threw the knife down on the floor, and yelled out "f*** it!!!" at the top of my voice. Billie Joe was still lying there, smirking at me. I started crying again, but with genuine despair this time. "Having second thoughts?" He sneered. I ignored him, and ran out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, and locked it quickly. I rushed over to the sink, to examine my nose. The blood had stopped, but there were red stains everywhere. My nose wasn't broken, I just assumed it had been, because of the impact of the punch. I cleaned it with wet tissue, despite the strong, stinging sensation I felt.
I suddenly noticed my neck, and the finger marks Billie Joe had left on it. I knew they would leave bruising. Right at that moment, was when I felt like my whole world and everything in it had shattered to pieces. I walked backwards, and sat down on the toilet seat. I felt so strange, and light headed. I felt my forehead, it was burning with heat. The room started to spin. Was I moving? I didn't remember getting up to go anywhere. All of a sudden, I was aware that I was falling to the ground. Everything went black...
