Wicked Game, chapter 1
The World Was On Fire And No One Could Save Me But You
"Billie, seriously, stop!" Pheobe cried, clutching her stomach in pain from the laughter. Billie's hands roamed her sides lightly causing goose bumps to grow unconsciously all over her body.
"Not until you say it," he ordered. A grin was plastered on his face as he watched her writhe under his body.
"Okay, okay." She sighed at the feeling of oxygen filling her lungs again while Billie Joe crawled off of her, expecting her false confession. She took a deep breath and began to speak, but someone pounced on her from behind.
"Tre, you dolt, get off of me!" Her laugh came muffled from beneath the man's body.
"We don't have anything to eat here." Tre dislodged himself from her body and the floor, and stood with his hands on his hips authoritatively.
"So?" Billie Joe inquired.
"So... Pheobe has to go shopping!"
"What?! Why can't Billie go?"
"Because you're the woman of the house. Go!" Billie Joe laughed, shoving her playfully towards the door. She grunted, pulled down her black jacket from the hanger and pulled it over her shoulders.
"You owe me." She told them both, smiling slyly.
"Okay, whatever, just go! I'm hungry!" Tre whined, as he settled himself on the over stuffed couch that was burned from so many joints. Pheobe laughed and Billie smiled at her.
"Don't take too long," Billie pleaded, his hands in his pockets as she swung open the door and the cool air blew in the house. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at him from the doorway.
"I'll see you later Billie Joe." And she shut the door.
She pressed the gas pedal with more pressure as she sang along to 'Wicked Game' that played over the radio. If anyone ever had a song that they secretly adored, this was hers.
'Wal-Mart' was blue and clear through the fog. She cursed the customers for taking all of the closer parking spots when she parked quite far away. She didn't want to be out at this time of night in this part of town alone.
But when she opened her door and saw someone approach her, she knew she didn't want to be there at all.
"Can I help you?" She asked the figure. But they didn't respond and continued to move closer to her. She noted that the person was obviously a man and he was wearing a black mask, but she couldn't move quickly enough.
She only felt the rush of wind and the collision of her head with her car door.
"Billie, seriously, stop!" Pheobe cried, clutching her stomach in pain from the laughter. Billie's hands roamed her sides lightly causing goose bumps to grow unconsciously all over her body.
"Not until you say it," he ordered. A grin was plastered on his face as he watched her writhe under his body.
"Okay, okay." She sighed at the feeling of oxygen filling her lungs again while Billie Joe crawled off of her, expecting her false confession. She took a deep breath and began to speak, but someone pounced on her from behind.
"Tre, you dolt, get off of me!" Her laugh came muffled from beneath the man's body.
"We don't have anything to eat here." Tre dislodged himself from her body and the floor, and stood with his hands on his hips authoritatively.
"So?" Billie Joe inquired.
"So... Pheobe has to go shopping!"
"What?! Why can't Billie go?"
"Because you're the woman of the house. Go!" Billie Joe laughed, shoving her playfully towards the door. She grunted, pulled down her black jacket from the hanger and pulled it over her shoulders.
"You owe me." She told them both, smiling slyly.
"Okay, whatever, just go! I'm hungry!" Tre whined, as he settled himself on the over stuffed couch that was burned from so many joints. Pheobe laughed and Billie smiled at her.
"Don't take too long," Billie pleaded, his hands in his pockets as she swung open the door and the cool air blew in the house. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at him from the doorway.
"I'll see you later Billie Joe." And she shut the door.
She pressed the gas pedal with more pressure as she sang along to 'Wicked Game' that played over the radio. If anyone ever had a song that they secretly adored, this was hers.
'Wal-Mart' was blue and clear through the fog. She cursed the customers for taking all of the closer parking spots when she parked quite far away. She didn't want to be out at this time of night in this part of town alone.
But when she opened her door and saw someone approach her, she knew she didn't want to be there at all.
"Can I help you?" She asked the figure. But they didn't respond and continued to move closer to her. She noted that the person was obviously a man and he was wearing a black mask, but she couldn't move quickly enough.
She only felt the rush of wind and the collision of her head with her car door.
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