Billie Joe's Girl!, chapter 9
Billie Joe and mike left, as me and Tré sat in the ward staring into space, a tear slowly slid down Tre's face. Every minute I felt a lump in my throat and my mouth trembled. It had been an hour since the news, and a doctor walked into the ward towards me and Tré.
"I'm sorry this is so soon, but I need to ask you a few questions, we have already begun the post mortem." He said whilst looking down at his clipboard.
"I can't do this!" Tré exclaimed as he stood up and walked out of the ward.
"Tré! Wait!" I shouted, but he had already gone.
"Tré? What an interesting name. Is that his birth name?" the doctor asked.
"Err, no it isn't, Frank is his birth name." I replied in a confused tone, finding this irrelevant.
"Hmmm" the doctor said examining the piece of paper on his clip board. "Your full name please."
"Roxy Ann Harraway"
"Ok" he said writing my name down. "And the child's father?"
"Tré, well Frank Edwin Wright" I replied.
He began to write the name down and then stopped, and looked up at me, peering through his thick rimmed glasses.
"There seems to be a mistake" he said "The D.N.A results show otherwise."
"What?" I blurted out. "That's impossible!"
"Apparently not, the D.N.A results show the father to be" he paused for a second "Mr B Armstrong"
I stared at the doctor, my mouth wide open, I was trying to speak but nothing seemed to be coming out. Just as words came out a nurse called for the doctor, and said it was urgent.
"I'll be rite back" he said pointing into mid air.
I sat there with my head it my hands. Why did my life have to be like this? Why was it such a mess? Was god punishing me for all the bad things I've done in the past? I loved Tré so much, whether he was the father of Owen of not. Tears began to rush down my face once again, with just the thought of Owen, and all the other stuff made it worse. I opened my eyes still with my head in my hands, and looked at the tear stained puddle on the blanket. I shook my head, to try and get the jumbled thoughts out of my mind.
I felt someone gently tilt my head towards them, I looked up to see Tré. He gently smiled and sat back on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Tré!" I said sniffing and wiping my eyes "I love you so much, but I can't keep it from you, I've only just found out myself. Billie Joe... "
"I know he's the father" Tré said cutting me off "I've known since Owen was born."
"But... you must hate me!" I said sobbing
"I don't care whether he is the father or not. I love you to death!" he said holding my hands "if... if Owen was still here, I would still want to be his father more than anything in this world and If being with you means having a chaotic lifestyle, then I'm up for the ride!"
I smiled as a tear of happiness, for the first time in a while, flowed down my cheek. I kissed him passionately, and wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you Tré! Don't ever leave me!" I whispered in his ear.
"I wont, I wont." He whispered back into my ear. "Let's go home" he smiled.
"I'm sorry this is so soon, but I need to ask you a few questions, we have already begun the post mortem." He said whilst looking down at his clipboard.
"I can't do this!" Tré exclaimed as he stood up and walked out of the ward.
"Tré! Wait!" I shouted, but he had already gone.
"Tré? What an interesting name. Is that his birth name?" the doctor asked.
"Err, no it isn't, Frank is his birth name." I replied in a confused tone, finding this irrelevant.
"Hmmm" the doctor said examining the piece of paper on his clip board. "Your full name please."
"Roxy Ann Harraway"
"Ok" he said writing my name down. "And the child's father?"
"Tré, well Frank Edwin Wright" I replied.
He began to write the name down and then stopped, and looked up at me, peering through his thick rimmed glasses.
"There seems to be a mistake" he said "The D.N.A results show otherwise."
"What?" I blurted out. "That's impossible!"
"Apparently not, the D.N.A results show the father to be" he paused for a second "Mr B Armstrong"
I stared at the doctor, my mouth wide open, I was trying to speak but nothing seemed to be coming out. Just as words came out a nurse called for the doctor, and said it was urgent.
"I'll be rite back" he said pointing into mid air.
I sat there with my head it my hands. Why did my life have to be like this? Why was it such a mess? Was god punishing me for all the bad things I've done in the past? I loved Tré so much, whether he was the father of Owen of not. Tears began to rush down my face once again, with just the thought of Owen, and all the other stuff made it worse. I opened my eyes still with my head in my hands, and looked at the tear stained puddle on the blanket. I shook my head, to try and get the jumbled thoughts out of my mind.
I felt someone gently tilt my head towards them, I looked up to see Tré. He gently smiled and sat back on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Tré!" I said sniffing and wiping my eyes "I love you so much, but I can't keep it from you, I've only just found out myself. Billie Joe... "
"I know he's the father" Tré said cutting me off "I've known since Owen was born."
"But... you must hate me!" I said sobbing
"I don't care whether he is the father or not. I love you to death!" he said holding my hands "if... if Owen was still here, I would still want to be his father more than anything in this world and If being with you means having a chaotic lifestyle, then I'm up for the ride!"
I smiled as a tear of happiness, for the first time in a while, flowed down my cheek. I kissed him passionately, and wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you Tré! Don't ever leave me!" I whispered in his ear.
"I wont, I wont." He whispered back into my ear. "Let's go home" he smiled.
