Where Will We All Go When It's Too Late, chapter 4
I just ran out of the hairdresser's place. I knew I probably looked grosteque in dreads, but they'd help me to look different. To lead the ones who looked for me on wrong way. Black dreads.
"Mate, you look like Billie did when he was 17!" Tré smiled and pointed stupid at Billie.
"It's cool", said Billie. "Did they have any clue about that 'missing girl'?"
"Nope", I answered and pulled the dreads. Uhh. I must look terrible! Sure, dreads are cool but I and dreads, is that a good combination?! "You have a cap more, guys?"
"Sure, you can take mine if you don't mind", Billie offered, waited for me to nod and threw the cap to me. I put it on as good as I could due to the bandages around my arms.
"But Lindsay, we must talk. Are you coming up to our hotel?" Mike asked plainly.
I moaned when I faced reality.
"Okay."
We took the car through the city and went in to New York, before we were just in suburban New York, and now we went to their hotel inside NY.
"This is it", said Tré and opened the door to his stylish suite.
"Oh... my... fucking God!" I yelled. "This place is amazing!"
Yes, it was amazing. The walls were painted in some kind of bluegreen nuance, and there was three rooms.
"You're welcome to sleep here too", said Tré. "Until we get you ho... I mean until you get somewhere else to go."
"Wow, thanks..." I was bewitched by that room, trust me. We went in to his bedroom.
"That's a water bed?" I settled down on it and bounced carefully.
"Yep."
"Cool!"
The living room was the best. It totally exploded in red walls, black sofa, big windows with black curtains and a big, flat TV. I fell down at the sofa and sighed. It was just awesome: I just escaped from misery and ended up together with three rockstars. Weird.
"Linds, back to subject now..." said Billie and Mike and Tré also sat down in the sofa.
"We really want to help you, but... I hope you understand that we can't get you home, I mean, to live with us?" said Mike, holding up his face with his hands.
It was silent, nobody knew what to say.
"I know", I said, already feeling pathetic. "But... where should I go then?"
"That's the damn question!" shouted Billie. "We can't leave you to your dad, we can't take you to ours and we can't... Hey, Linds, we can call the social welfare committee."
I panted.
"Oh no, you can't!"
"Yes, if we tell them about your father."
"Please don't..." I whispered and felt helpless again.
Tré put his arm around me.
"We will do anything to make it fine", he promised and did his best to comfort me. And I burst out into tears.
"It's okay, mate, you haven't cried since we found you", said Billie. "And you really should after what you've been through."
That touched me. It really did.
"Mate, you look like Billie did when he was 17!" Tré smiled and pointed stupid at Billie.
"It's cool", said Billie. "Did they have any clue about that 'missing girl'?"
"Nope", I answered and pulled the dreads. Uhh. I must look terrible! Sure, dreads are cool but I and dreads, is that a good combination?! "You have a cap more, guys?"
"Sure, you can take mine if you don't mind", Billie offered, waited for me to nod and threw the cap to me. I put it on as good as I could due to the bandages around my arms.
"But Lindsay, we must talk. Are you coming up to our hotel?" Mike asked plainly.
I moaned when I faced reality.
"Okay."
We took the car through the city and went in to New York, before we were just in suburban New York, and now we went to their hotel inside NY.
"This is it", said Tré and opened the door to his stylish suite.
"Oh... my... fucking God!" I yelled. "This place is amazing!"
Yes, it was amazing. The walls were painted in some kind of bluegreen nuance, and there was three rooms.
"You're welcome to sleep here too", said Tré. "Until we get you ho... I mean until you get somewhere else to go."
"Wow, thanks..." I was bewitched by that room, trust me. We went in to his bedroom.
"That's a water bed?" I settled down on it and bounced carefully.
"Yep."
"Cool!"
The living room was the best. It totally exploded in red walls, black sofa, big windows with black curtains and a big, flat TV. I fell down at the sofa and sighed. It was just awesome: I just escaped from misery and ended up together with three rockstars. Weird.
"Linds, back to subject now..." said Billie and Mike and Tré also sat down in the sofa.
"We really want to help you, but... I hope you understand that we can't get you home, I mean, to live with us?" said Mike, holding up his face with his hands.
It was silent, nobody knew what to say.
"I know", I said, already feeling pathetic. "But... where should I go then?"
"That's the damn question!" shouted Billie. "We can't leave you to your dad, we can't take you to ours and we can't... Hey, Linds, we can call the social welfare committee."
I panted.
"Oh no, you can't!"
"Yes, if we tell them about your father."
"Please don't..." I whispered and felt helpless again.
Tré put his arm around me.
"We will do anything to make it fine", he promised and did his best to comfort me. And I burst out into tears.
"It's okay, mate, you haven't cried since we found you", said Billie. "And you really should after what you've been through."
That touched me. It really did.
