Billie Joe's Girl!, chapter 10
The journey home in the car was a strange situation. There was little talking between me and Tre. As he drove our way home, I stared out the window, with a streak of numbness running through my body, along with sad, upset, confusion, happiness and grief all mixed into one.
"Don't worry babe, it will be fine," Tre said breaking the silence whilst placing his hand on my leg and giving me a soft smile.
"I really hope so," I replied whilst taking his hand.
At this particular moment though there was one thing on my mind, Billie Joe. You know the feeling of being in a difficult position, when something happens, something that could potentially change everything. And however hard you try to forget about it and pretend its not there the more it churns in your stomach and the more you can't stop thinking about it. That's how I felt.
*Back at the apartment*
Me and Tre were both led on the couch together staring at the TV, with my head on his chest and his arm around me. I couldn't cope with the silences, despite how much I was hurting inside I knew me and Tre both had to act normal, for our own sakes.
"Hey I know!" I said whilst sitting up.
"What what?" Tre replied.
"Where's the dope?" I said with a smile on my face.
Tre laughed as he sat up and put his arm around me.
"We're gonna be fine!" he said smiling, "And as for the dope, check in the draw next to the bed!"
I smiled at him as he winked at me.
"Go on then!" I said, "Go get it!"
"No you go!" he replied pointing to the hallway.
"Excuse me Tre! Do you want to start something?!" I asked giving him a smile.
"I just mite want to, yes!" he replied with a grin and began to tickle me.
I laughed whilst trying to stop him, but he was to strong. He pinned me down and lifted up my top to blow a raspberry on my stomach, but stopped. I looked down to see my tummy, all stretched and baggy from, well...from having the baby. I stopped laughing, pulled my top back down and stood up.
"I'll get it then!" I said as I walked out into the hallway.
I walked into the bedroom and let out a big sigh. As I walked over to the bed I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirror. I took a step back and faced the mirror, took a deep breath and lifted up my top. A tear ran down my face, as I looked at myself in the mirror. How am I suppose to move on when I'm gonna always be reminded by this?! I asked myself as I touched my deformed belly.
"Erm have you found it yet, babe?" Tre shouted as I was taking such a long time.
"Oh yeah, two seconds!" I replied whilst once again pulling my top back down and wiping my face with my hands.
I walked over to the draw next to the bed, opened it and began to search for the hash tin.
"Ah!" I said as I found it pushed to the back of the draw, along with the rolling papers and tobacco. I began to search around for the grinder, our bedroom was a tip, the floor was covered in dirty clothes, guitars, shoes and many other random objects. I knelt down and looked under the bed, I turned my head to the side and slid my hand under the bed and began to feel around. My hand hit a solid circular object which I pulled out from under the bed, and sure enough it was the grinder.
I collected everything and walked back into the lounge.
"That took long enough!" Tre commented as I sat on the floor.
"Fine, I'll just have this to myself then." I looked up at him and smiled as I began to roll a joint.
"Noooo!" he whined and moved himself from the couch to the floor and sat next to me.
"Oh, but if you're gonna complain...!" I replied as I winked at him.
He said nothing but smiled as he moved to sit behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and began to squeeze me. I moved my dreads away with one hand, as he began to kiss my neck.
"Roxy Harraway I love you with all my heart," he whispered into my ear.
I giggled and turned my head to the side and kissed him, we both pulled away and grinned at each other, as I lit the joint.
Me and Tre both led on the floor staring at the old ceiling as we both smoked our first joint in over 9 months. I stood up to grab an ashtray just as my cell rang.
"Hello?" I answered as I picked up the phone.
"Hi Roxy, it's Billie, I was just calling to see if you and Tre are ok?" I heard on the other end.
"Yeah, we are fine, it's nice to be home," I replied briefly.
There was a silence
"Umm Roxy, I got a call from the hospital about... well...Owen..."
"Don't worry babe, it will be fine," Tre said breaking the silence whilst placing his hand on my leg and giving me a soft smile.
"I really hope so," I replied whilst taking his hand.
At this particular moment though there was one thing on my mind, Billie Joe. You know the feeling of being in a difficult position, when something happens, something that could potentially change everything. And however hard you try to forget about it and pretend its not there the more it churns in your stomach and the more you can't stop thinking about it. That's how I felt.
*Back at the apartment*
Me and Tre were both led on the couch together staring at the TV, with my head on his chest and his arm around me. I couldn't cope with the silences, despite how much I was hurting inside I knew me and Tre both had to act normal, for our own sakes.
"Hey I know!" I said whilst sitting up.
"What what?" Tre replied.
"Where's the dope?" I said with a smile on my face.
Tre laughed as he sat up and put his arm around me.
"We're gonna be fine!" he said smiling, "And as for the dope, check in the draw next to the bed!"
I smiled at him as he winked at me.
"Go on then!" I said, "Go get it!"
"No you go!" he replied pointing to the hallway.
"Excuse me Tre! Do you want to start something?!" I asked giving him a smile.
"I just mite want to, yes!" he replied with a grin and began to tickle me.
I laughed whilst trying to stop him, but he was to strong. He pinned me down and lifted up my top to blow a raspberry on my stomach, but stopped. I looked down to see my tummy, all stretched and baggy from, well...from having the baby. I stopped laughing, pulled my top back down and stood up.
"I'll get it then!" I said as I walked out into the hallway.
I walked into the bedroom and let out a big sigh. As I walked over to the bed I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirror. I took a step back and faced the mirror, took a deep breath and lifted up my top. A tear ran down my face, as I looked at myself in the mirror. How am I suppose to move on when I'm gonna always be reminded by this?! I asked myself as I touched my deformed belly.
"Erm have you found it yet, babe?" Tre shouted as I was taking such a long time.
"Oh yeah, two seconds!" I replied whilst once again pulling my top back down and wiping my face with my hands.
I walked over to the draw next to the bed, opened it and began to search for the hash tin.
"Ah!" I said as I found it pushed to the back of the draw, along with the rolling papers and tobacco. I began to search around for the grinder, our bedroom was a tip, the floor was covered in dirty clothes, guitars, shoes and many other random objects. I knelt down and looked under the bed, I turned my head to the side and slid my hand under the bed and began to feel around. My hand hit a solid circular object which I pulled out from under the bed, and sure enough it was the grinder.
I collected everything and walked back into the lounge.
"That took long enough!" Tre commented as I sat on the floor.
"Fine, I'll just have this to myself then." I looked up at him and smiled as I began to roll a joint.
"Noooo!" he whined and moved himself from the couch to the floor and sat next to me.
"Oh, but if you're gonna complain...!" I replied as I winked at him.
He said nothing but smiled as he moved to sit behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and began to squeeze me. I moved my dreads away with one hand, as he began to kiss my neck.
"Roxy Harraway I love you with all my heart," he whispered into my ear.
I giggled and turned my head to the side and kissed him, we both pulled away and grinned at each other, as I lit the joint.
Me and Tre both led on the floor staring at the old ceiling as we both smoked our first joint in over 9 months. I stood up to grab an ashtray just as my cell rang.
"Hello?" I answered as I picked up the phone.
"Hi Roxy, it's Billie, I was just calling to see if you and Tre are ok?" I heard on the other end.
"Yeah, we are fine, it's nice to be home," I replied briefly.
There was a silence
"Umm Roxy, I got a call from the hospital about... well...Owen..."
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