Is It Harder?, chapter 14
<>That day Tre and I stayed in the house until three, when Billie Joe told Tre to get his ass down to the recording studio.<br /> "Do you want to come babe?" Tre asked me. I shook my head. <br />"Nope. It's okay. I'll just distract you." I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows.<br /> "Okay. Don't answer the door." Said Tre looking worried.<br /> "I won't. Thanks Tre." I said reassuringly and kissed him. He left and I sat down on the couch to watch TV.</p>
<p> As I was watching the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. I still ignored it. Then the pounding started. I began to get pretty scared. I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom. I could hear the door being kicked down. Oh shit. Luckily there was a phone on a small table beside the marble sink. Instead of dialing 911 I dialed Tre's cell. <br />"Hello?"<br /> "Tre! Someone broke in the house! Their inside downstairs, I'm in the bathroom." <br />"Shit! Okay babe, hang on I'll be right there."<br /> And the conversation ended as Tre hung up. I put the phone down and sat in the tub hiding behind the shower curtain. I could hear the person rummaging around all of the rooms. I could hear him in mine and Tre's room. I heard him grunt and snort. I hid fearfully as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and prayed he wouldn't find me. I could hear him opening drawers and cupboards; he was walking towards me, closer, closer. The curtain flipped open and there was my abusive ex-boyfriend, Drake. He grinned evilly at me and held up a gun. Oh shit. I thought. This was it. He was going to kill me. <br />"How could you break up with me? And now your dating that sell out!" he yelled angrily. I shuddered and looked at him wincing as the gun drew nearer to me.<br /> "Answer me!" he yelled. I tried to talk but I couldn't. <br />"Leave her alone!" screamed someone from behind Drake. He turned around and I could see it was Tre. Drake just smiled and pointed the gun at Tre.<br /> "Nooooo!" I screamed. I heard a boom and then Drake was pushed back into me. I scrambled out from underneath him. Billie Joe and Mike were there. They pushed Drake back and he had knocked his head. I paled as I looked at Tre on the ground, not breathing. <br />"Oh my gosh! Call an ambulance!" I yelled at Mike and Billie Joe, tears streaming down my face. Mike picked up the phone and called and in a matter of minutes the ambulance came and they were taking Tre away. <br />"You can come. But only you." Said the paramedic to me. <br />"We'll come soon." Said Billie Joe. I nodded and hopped into the vehicle and sat next to Tre as they worked on trying to get him breathing again. They got a weak pulse when he was rushed into emergency.</p>
<p> I waited tiredly in the bland waiting room. I waited nervously for hours and Billie Joe and Mike came. We waited for another few hours and then a tired looking doctor came out to us as we all stood up at once.<br /> "How is he?! Is he okay?!" I asked the doctor. He nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief.<br /> "You can all see him. He is sleeping though." Said the doctor and pointed to a room. We went inside the room and Tre was there hooked up to IV's and stuff. He was sickly pale and his eyes were red underneath. Billie Joe lifted up his blanket and there was a bandage wrapped around his bullet wound in his stomach. It was stained with dark red blood. I shivered and started crying softly as Billie Joe hugged me. Mike came back from phoning Jess to tell her where Billie was.</p>
<p> We stayed in his room for hours, holding his hands and looking around at each other. Mike had fallen asleep and Billie Joe looked like he was going too soon.<br /> "Billie. Go home. Mike too." I said to him as I nudged Mike awake. Billie Joe nodded as he and Mike put on their jackets. <br />"You should go home soon too Brooke." Said Mike. <br />"I will." I promised. But I wouldn't.</p> <p>They left and I was sitting at Tre's side holding his pretty cold hand.<br /> "Tre. I love you so much. I thought I had lost you." I said to him crying, even though he couldn't hear me. I laid my head on his chest and sobbed. I felt his fingers move around with mine. I looked up and he was there smiling. Instead of dull grey eyes, his were now blue and lively. <br />"Oh my gosh! Tre!" I cried in joy. He laughed and cried and put his arm around me and held me tight. <br />"I thought I lost you." I said to him.<br /> "Shh, don't worry. I'm here now." He said softly, stroking my hair. <br />"What happened to the guy who shot me?" asked Tre. I gulped. <br />"That-that guy was my abusive ex-boyfriend Drake." I said to Tre. His eyes widened. <br />"That sick bastard!" he yelled.<br /> "Tre, honey calm down. The police took him away and he's in jail. He will be for twenty years." I said to Tre gripping his sweaty hand. Tre calmed down a bit and leaned back.<br /> "Oh great! You're awake!" said a male doctor as he came in the room. Tre nodded.<br /> "You can go home now. It's 1:00 in the morning. Here are your clothes. Come back in a week to get the stitches out." Said the doctor handing Tre his clothes. Tre slowly got out the bed as I helped him to the bathroom. I waited outside as he changed.</p>
<p> "Owe. Ouch." I heard from the room.<br /> "Are you okay Tre?" I asked him through the door. <br />"Uhh, Brooke can you come in here please?" he asked. I opened the door and Tre was there with no pants or underwear on, and a shirt half over his head and twisted up around his arms. <br />"It really hurts." He said shivering from the coldness. <br />"Oh baby." I said. He started crying and dropped to the floor. I sat down beside him and pulled off his shirt completely.<br /> "That was so scary. I don't ever want to lose you. Never leave me." He said crying.<br /> "Shh, Tre. I would never leave you. You've been so amazing to me." I said crying with him. He nodded and rested his head on my shoulder.<br /> "Come on. Let's get your clothes on before the doctor gets mad." I said to him and helped him up slowly. I helped Tre put his shirt on and slowly and carefully pulled it over his wound. Then I helped him with his pants because it hurt to bend down. We went to the front desk and filled out papers. Then we drove home.</p>
<p> As I was watching the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. I still ignored it. Then the pounding started. I began to get pretty scared. I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom. I could hear the door being kicked down. Oh shit. Luckily there was a phone on a small table beside the marble sink. Instead of dialing 911 I dialed Tre's cell. <br />"Hello?"<br /> "Tre! Someone broke in the house! Their inside downstairs, I'm in the bathroom." <br />"Shit! Okay babe, hang on I'll be right there."<br /> And the conversation ended as Tre hung up. I put the phone down and sat in the tub hiding behind the shower curtain. I could hear the person rummaging around all of the rooms. I could hear him in mine and Tre's room. I heard him grunt and snort. I hid fearfully as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and prayed he wouldn't find me. I could hear him opening drawers and cupboards; he was walking towards me, closer, closer. The curtain flipped open and there was my abusive ex-boyfriend, Drake. He grinned evilly at me and held up a gun. Oh shit. I thought. This was it. He was going to kill me. <br />"How could you break up with me? And now your dating that sell out!" he yelled angrily. I shuddered and looked at him wincing as the gun drew nearer to me.<br /> "Answer me!" he yelled. I tried to talk but I couldn't. <br />"Leave her alone!" screamed someone from behind Drake. He turned around and I could see it was Tre. Drake just smiled and pointed the gun at Tre.<br /> "Nooooo!" I screamed. I heard a boom and then Drake was pushed back into me. I scrambled out from underneath him. Billie Joe and Mike were there. They pushed Drake back and he had knocked his head. I paled as I looked at Tre on the ground, not breathing. <br />"Oh my gosh! Call an ambulance!" I yelled at Mike and Billie Joe, tears streaming down my face. Mike picked up the phone and called and in a matter of minutes the ambulance came and they were taking Tre away. <br />"You can come. But only you." Said the paramedic to me. <br />"We'll come soon." Said Billie Joe. I nodded and hopped into the vehicle and sat next to Tre as they worked on trying to get him breathing again. They got a weak pulse when he was rushed into emergency.</p>
<p> I waited tiredly in the bland waiting room. I waited nervously for hours and Billie Joe and Mike came. We waited for another few hours and then a tired looking doctor came out to us as we all stood up at once.<br /> "How is he?! Is he okay?!" I asked the doctor. He nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief.<br /> "You can all see him. He is sleeping though." Said the doctor and pointed to a room. We went inside the room and Tre was there hooked up to IV's and stuff. He was sickly pale and his eyes were red underneath. Billie Joe lifted up his blanket and there was a bandage wrapped around his bullet wound in his stomach. It was stained with dark red blood. I shivered and started crying softly as Billie Joe hugged me. Mike came back from phoning Jess to tell her where Billie was.</p>
<p> We stayed in his room for hours, holding his hands and looking around at each other. Mike had fallen asleep and Billie Joe looked like he was going too soon.<br /> "Billie. Go home. Mike too." I said to him as I nudged Mike awake. Billie Joe nodded as he and Mike put on their jackets. <br />"You should go home soon too Brooke." Said Mike. <br />"I will." I promised. But I wouldn't.</p> <p>They left and I was sitting at Tre's side holding his pretty cold hand.<br /> "Tre. I love you so much. I thought I had lost you." I said to him crying, even though he couldn't hear me. I laid my head on his chest and sobbed. I felt his fingers move around with mine. I looked up and he was there smiling. Instead of dull grey eyes, his were now blue and lively. <br />"Oh my gosh! Tre!" I cried in joy. He laughed and cried and put his arm around me and held me tight. <br />"I thought I lost you." I said to him.<br /> "Shh, don't worry. I'm here now." He said softly, stroking my hair. <br />"What happened to the guy who shot me?" asked Tre. I gulped. <br />"That-that guy was my abusive ex-boyfriend Drake." I said to Tre. His eyes widened. <br />"That sick bastard!" he yelled.<br /> "Tre, honey calm down. The police took him away and he's in jail. He will be for twenty years." I said to Tre gripping his sweaty hand. Tre calmed down a bit and leaned back.<br /> "Oh great! You're awake!" said a male doctor as he came in the room. Tre nodded.<br /> "You can go home now. It's 1:00 in the morning. Here are your clothes. Come back in a week to get the stitches out." Said the doctor handing Tre his clothes. Tre slowly got out the bed as I helped him to the bathroom. I waited outside as he changed.</p>
<p> "Owe. Ouch." I heard from the room.<br /> "Are you okay Tre?" I asked him through the door. <br />"Uhh, Brooke can you come in here please?" he asked. I opened the door and Tre was there with no pants or underwear on, and a shirt half over his head and twisted up around his arms. <br />"It really hurts." He said shivering from the coldness. <br />"Oh baby." I said. He started crying and dropped to the floor. I sat down beside him and pulled off his shirt completely.<br /> "That was so scary. I don't ever want to lose you. Never leave me." He said crying.<br /> "Shh, Tre. I would never leave you. You've been so amazing to me." I said crying with him. He nodded and rested his head on my shoulder.<br /> "Come on. Let's get your clothes on before the doctor gets mad." I said to him and helped him up slowly. I helped Tre put his shirt on and slowly and carefully pulled it over his wound. Then I helped him with his pants because it hurt to bend down. We went to the front desk and filled out papers. Then we drove home.</p>
