Call It What You Like - I Don't Care, chapter 18
I looked into the man's eyes, trying to work out who he work out who he was while Billie Joe looked between us with a puzzled look on his face.
"Bellatrix is that you?" He repeated.
I slowly nodded my head still wondering who the hell this guy was and how he knew me.
"Don't you remember me? I suppose they try not to mention me much but I've seen pictures of you...the successful one..."
It was then that it finally clicked. "Oh my god, Jamie?!"
His face split into a grin and he nodded his head. I ran up to him and flung my arms around his neck letting him lift me up and spun me around in a circle.
"Fuck! I haven't seen you since you were 3!" He yelled, putting me back down on the ground next to Billie Joe.
"I know! How have you been? What ya been up to for the last 25 years?" I asked, calming down a little now.
"Meh, not much, I'm now a music teacher, I teach guitar, bass and drums and I'm married, got two kids a 4 year old boy, Jason and a 12 year old girl, Isabella... Kind of named after you with the 'Bella' in her name."
Billie Joe cleared his throat from next to me and it was then we realized that he had no idea what the hell we were on about.
I bit my lip trying to stop grinning, "Jamie, meet my boyfriend Billie Joe," Jamie looked impressed. "Billie, meet my brother Jamie."
Billie Joe's jaw dropped and he looked between us, "But you said that when you were a kid you never had anyone else..."
"Yeah but I never really knew Jamie, I just knew that when I was 3 my 8 year old brother had to leave, later on I found out that he got put up for adoption 'cause he was always so interested in music and not very academic," I explained and Jamie nodded in agreement.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
"So why didn't you ever bother mentioning to me that you actually do have a brother?" I asked.
Bella looked away from Jamie as she replied, "I dunno, I guess I didn't find it necessary really, just a heap more shit to add to the wonderful story of my childhood."
I really felt sorry for her when she said that...I always thought that my childhood sucked...but compared to hers mine was luxury...at least I was allowed to do things and go places, and most importantly I was allowed to talk to people.
We all went into a Starbucks inside the mall and sat and talked for nearly an hour, Jamie and Bella trying to catch up on the last 25 years of their lives. In the time we had been there I'd gathered pretty much all the basic facts about him. He was a pretty cool guy.
"So anyway, what are you planning to do for the rest of the day?" Bella asked him.
He shrugged and replied, "Millie's taken the kids to visit their grandmother...the woman's a bit of a bitch and whenever I go I always seem to cause trouble with someone."
"You could come shopping with us!" I said excitedly.
He stared at me weirdly for a moment then replied, "I guess I could...are you sure it's not a problem?"
"Definitely not, you're actually allowed to go into the guys bathroom so you can get Billie Joe away from the mirror," Bella said.
Jamie laughed so hard at that he nearly fell off his chair and then Bell and I both cracked up laughing at him laughing so hard...until we got kicked out for making so much noise.
"So anyway, what are we shopping for?" Jamie asked.
"A few new outfits for Bella, and I need some new jeans..."
"And I need swimmers," Bella piped up.
"Those too," I added.
***
Bella's P.O.V
We spent most of the afternoon shopping, Billie Joe bought me some really cool new outfits, not letting me pay for anything, and now Jamie was over...he and Billie Joe really seemed to like each other and Billie Joe had even figured out that he had seen Jamie's band play live the night he went out and got drunk not long ago.
We were sitting on the lounge having a conversation about all the shit-ass popular music that had been on MTV lately when the doorbell rang.
"Oi, you, shorty," Billie Joe said to me, "Get the door."
Just to be a smart-ass I looked behind me, as though I was looking for who that was aimed at, "Jamie, I think he was talking to you..." I said, even though he was about 5'11 at least.
"Yeah, that's right, get the door," Billie Joe said, his eyes fixed on the TV, a disgusted look on his face as James Blunt took off his shoes and socks, doing one of the worst lip syncing jobs I had ever seen.
Jamie stood up and walked to the door. As he unlocked it and pulled it open he just about fainted. Mike looked at him weirdly and stepped past into the lounge room, leaving Jamie gaping after him as Tre also walked past, waving his hand in front of Jamie's face...pretty funny sight really...
Tre poked Jamie in the face and he finally snapped out of the trace he seemed to be in when he saw Mike, "Dude, snap out of it...he's not THAT great."
Jamie walked slowly back into the lounge room and noticed that that there was no room on any of the lounges; Mike moved his feet from where they were resting so that Jamie could sit next to him.
Jamie hesitantly sat down on the lounge and kept his eyes fixed on Mike, me and Billie Joe both trying not to laugh.
"Uh, hi, I'm Mike Dirnt," Mike said offering his hand. As Jamie shook it and introduced himself me and Billie Joe cracked. He fell off the lounge me, falling straight on top of him, both laughing our asses off at the look on Jamie's face when he shook Mike's hand.
"Sooooo..." Tre started, "Well, me and Mike were bored so yeah...we're still bored."
"Let's go swimming," I suggested, "'Cause I finally have some swimmers."
"Well it's not my fault you never wanted to swim...you could have just gone in your underwear...or nothing," Billie Joe said with a grin.
"Billie!"
"What, I would have worn the same thing..."
"Oh god..." I muttered, "Please just stop while you're ahead Billie Joe..."
He laughed and stood up, "Well, we're going swimming, if anyone else wants to come..." Jamie there's a bathroom just down the hallway on your left if you want to get changed."
I went upstairs into the room that I never seemed to sleep in anyway and changed into my new swimmers; Jamie helped me find a nice plain black, halter neck tankini that had enough support it in and didn't look to slutty on me...but, as always, I was still self-conscious about wearing something like that in front of Billie Joe. I contemplated wearing a small t-shirt over the top but I knew Billie Joe would find an excuse to get it off me anyway. In the end I decided to just wear what I had.
I walked back downstairs where everyone was waiting for me on the lounge, Jamie, who had stopped gaping at Mike, now seemed to be getting along fairly well with all three of the guys. As soon as I entered he room Billie Joe got up off the lounge and went to say something when his eyes fell upon what I was wearing.
His mouth was opened, ready to say something but when he tried to speak his words failed him. It wasn't until approximately 11 and a half seconds later when Tre cracked up laughing at the way Billie Joe was gawping at me that he came back to his senses.
His face went bright red and he stood up and walked with Mike out to the pool.
"You got yourself a good one," Jamie snorted.
"Yeah well I'd love to see what married you," I joked back.
It was quite strange the way we walked out to the pool together, arguing back and forth as though we'd known each other for years even though we hadn't seen or spoken to each other for 25 years.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and partly into the night just talking and watching movies together; one of the only chances the guys had to have fun together before they went on tour.
"So are you guys staying going home or do you want to stay," Billie Joe asked Tre and Mike.
"Well, there's not much else to do? Can we stay? PLEASE Billie?" Tre whined.
Billie Joe rolled his eyes and nodded, "Jamie, you wanna stay?" He asked, "Rather than spending the night alone, fantasizing about your wife and," He was cut of by a pillow flying into his face from the lounge Jamie was.
"Yeah, as long as it's not a problem or anything."
"No it's not a problem," Tre said quickly, "Now, sleeping arrangements. Um, Billie, Bella you get the lounge, Mike gets the downstairs room, and Jamie gets Bella's room because it's a nice room... And I get Billie's room."
"I have a better idea, Bella can share with me! And then Tre gets Bella's room and I'm sure Jamie wouldn't mind sharing with Mike... " He was cut off again by a pillow slamming into his face.
After we had dinner we went down into the basement because Billie Joe, Mike and Tre wanted to hear Jamie play.
"Fuck man, you're awesome!" Mike exclaimed as Jamie sat down the guitar he had been playing.
"I don't feel so talented anymore..." Billie Joe said sadly, making everyone chuckle.
After a while we were all tired and decided to go to bed. Mike kindly allowed Jamie to have the downstairs room and he slept on the lounge.
Billie Joe and I went upstairs and into his room, "Oh wait, I have to get my pajamas," I said.
"Ok, then you can come have a shower with me," Billie Joe grinned.
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway to where Tre was sleeping. I knocked a few times but heard no reply so I decided to just go in. When I did I was met with an awful site...
From the doorway I could see straight into the bathroom where Tre was sitting in the corner without a shirt on, clutching a towel to a deep wound on his waist. When he heard the sound of my footsteps pounding into the bathroom he looked up at me, his face pale.
"WHAT THE FUCK TRE?" I shrieked, my voice filled with sheer terror as he closed his eyes and groaned. I kneeled down on the floor next to him, not caring about the blood that was seeping through my jeans.
His eyes slowly fluttered open but once they settled on me he looked away again and he looked as though he was about to pass out from all the blood he was losing.
"Fuck..." I quickly stood up and ran back to Billie Joe's room where he was laying on the bed, waiting for me.
His eyes became abnormally wide as he took in my pale, terror stricken face and the blood down the front of my jeans, on my hands and even smeared across my face.
"What the fuck?" He exclaimed, standing up and coming over to me so quickly he more or less appeared by my side.
I fell into his embrace, a hopeless sobbing mess. The only thing I could manage to say was, "Tre."
Billie Joe let go of me and raced down the hallway and into the bathroom where Tre was only just managing to keep his eyes open. Billie Joe knelt down beside him and had a look at the wound.
He turned to me, "Call an ambulance," He managed to choke out.
I nodded and ran down stairs, taking them two at a time and somehow managing to get down without falling.
The noise I made woke Mike. He got up off the lounge and came into the kitchen where I was just dialing the number.
He took one look at my blood stained clothes and how frantic I was waiting for the phone to answer and immediately sprinted upstairs.
I gave our address to the guy on the phone and ran back upstairs to where Mike and Billie had made a temporary tourniquet for Tre.
I looked at Tre on the floor of the bathroom and began to cry again. What the hell and driven him to do this to himself? I didn't think I would be able to live without Tre...
When the ambulance arrived they carried Tre out on a stretcher and put him in the back of the ambulance. Mike was the one who got to go with him.
Jamie had come out to see what all the fuss was about and nearly fainted when he saw all the blood.
The next morning Mike rang to say that Tre was ok but in a pretty shitty state.
Jamie had already gone home so me and Billie Joe went into the hospital on our own. We found the room where Tre was and came in and sat next to him... He looked like shit.
There was silence for over a minute. We all wanted to know what had happened but no one wanted to be the one to ask. In the end Mike cleared his throat and asked him.
Tre looked up at him and simply shook his head, "Can I talk to Bella for a minute? Please?" he muttered
Mike and Billie looked surprised for a moment before standing up and walking slowly out the door, closing it behind them.
"Why did you save me?" He asked.
"How could I not?" I replied, "Why did you even do that?" All of a sudden something clicked. "Oh my god, there was a blood stain on the bed sheets... That was from you wasn't it?"
"I can't stand him..." Tre muttered.
"What? Who?"
He gulped and closed his eyes before answering, "Billie Joe."
"What the hell?" I asked incredulously, "You mean you can't stand Billie Joe? How? He's your best friend?"
"He's a stuck up, rich asshole."
"What?"
"He has everything, the perfect life, every woman under the sun thinks he's god, he has all the talent all the looks and most of all the perfect girl for him...and he never, for a second stops to think about how I feel. He just takes it for granted that I'm right there behind him so when he goes all emo and starts crying I'll drop everything just to go and help him and never have to be repaid."
"So you tried to kill yourself because Billie Joe has a girlfriend?"
"I wanted to see if it would affect him...I know that it would but I really wanted proof...I don't know Bella, I think I've gone mad...I couldn't help myself...I just had to do it... "
"How long have you been cutting yourself?" I asked.
"When Billie Joe got divorced... he treated me like shit and I still helped him...I never got a single thank you."
"Tre, for gods sake it's not that bigger deal, he was distraught, his wife just cheated on him..."
"His wife," Tre cut in, "Had been cheating on him for 3 months before that...he was just so caught up in things being perfect that he failed to realize anything was wrong...even when I suggested something might be going on he threw it back in my face," He said, anger building up in his eyes, his voice getting closer and closer to a whisper with each word.
"Why didn't you just tell him that he was being a bitch?" I asked.
"I fucking did!" Tre snapped at me, making me jump backwards in fright.
"Well how I about I just explain to him and he might try to redeem himself... " I went to walk out the door but Tre grabbed me by the wrist so hard that I winced and tried to pull away. I wanted to get out of that room. Desperately. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened...at that moment I felt beyond scared. As much for Tre as for myself.
I whimpered in pain but his grip only tightened, "Don't you fucking dare tell him what I said, I helped you get back with the dream boy, you can help me get away from him." He let go of my arm and I bolted out the door into the corridor where Billie Joe and Mike were leaning up against the wall.
Billie Joe tried to ask me something but I pushed past him blinking back tears.
"Bellatrix is that you?" He repeated.
I slowly nodded my head still wondering who the hell this guy was and how he knew me.
"Don't you remember me? I suppose they try not to mention me much but I've seen pictures of you...the successful one..."
It was then that it finally clicked. "Oh my god, Jamie?!"
His face split into a grin and he nodded his head. I ran up to him and flung my arms around his neck letting him lift me up and spun me around in a circle.
"Fuck! I haven't seen you since you were 3!" He yelled, putting me back down on the ground next to Billie Joe.
"I know! How have you been? What ya been up to for the last 25 years?" I asked, calming down a little now.
"Meh, not much, I'm now a music teacher, I teach guitar, bass and drums and I'm married, got two kids a 4 year old boy, Jason and a 12 year old girl, Isabella... Kind of named after you with the 'Bella' in her name."
Billie Joe cleared his throat from next to me and it was then we realized that he had no idea what the hell we were on about.
I bit my lip trying to stop grinning, "Jamie, meet my boyfriend Billie Joe," Jamie looked impressed. "Billie, meet my brother Jamie."
Billie Joe's jaw dropped and he looked between us, "But you said that when you were a kid you never had anyone else..."
"Yeah but I never really knew Jamie, I just knew that when I was 3 my 8 year old brother had to leave, later on I found out that he got put up for adoption 'cause he was always so interested in music and not very academic," I explained and Jamie nodded in agreement.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
"So why didn't you ever bother mentioning to me that you actually do have a brother?" I asked.
Bella looked away from Jamie as she replied, "I dunno, I guess I didn't find it necessary really, just a heap more shit to add to the wonderful story of my childhood."
I really felt sorry for her when she said that...I always thought that my childhood sucked...but compared to hers mine was luxury...at least I was allowed to do things and go places, and most importantly I was allowed to talk to people.
We all went into a Starbucks inside the mall and sat and talked for nearly an hour, Jamie and Bella trying to catch up on the last 25 years of their lives. In the time we had been there I'd gathered pretty much all the basic facts about him. He was a pretty cool guy.
"So anyway, what are you planning to do for the rest of the day?" Bella asked him.
He shrugged and replied, "Millie's taken the kids to visit their grandmother...the woman's a bit of a bitch and whenever I go I always seem to cause trouble with someone."
"You could come shopping with us!" I said excitedly.
He stared at me weirdly for a moment then replied, "I guess I could...are you sure it's not a problem?"
"Definitely not, you're actually allowed to go into the guys bathroom so you can get Billie Joe away from the mirror," Bella said.
Jamie laughed so hard at that he nearly fell off his chair and then Bell and I both cracked up laughing at him laughing so hard...until we got kicked out for making so much noise.
"So anyway, what are we shopping for?" Jamie asked.
"A few new outfits for Bella, and I need some new jeans..."
"And I need swimmers," Bella piped up.
"Those too," I added.
***
Bella's P.O.V
We spent most of the afternoon shopping, Billie Joe bought me some really cool new outfits, not letting me pay for anything, and now Jamie was over...he and Billie Joe really seemed to like each other and Billie Joe had even figured out that he had seen Jamie's band play live the night he went out and got drunk not long ago.
We were sitting on the lounge having a conversation about all the shit-ass popular music that had been on MTV lately when the doorbell rang.
"Oi, you, shorty," Billie Joe said to me, "Get the door."
Just to be a smart-ass I looked behind me, as though I was looking for who that was aimed at, "Jamie, I think he was talking to you..." I said, even though he was about 5'11 at least.
"Yeah, that's right, get the door," Billie Joe said, his eyes fixed on the TV, a disgusted look on his face as James Blunt took off his shoes and socks, doing one of the worst lip syncing jobs I had ever seen.
Jamie stood up and walked to the door. As he unlocked it and pulled it open he just about fainted. Mike looked at him weirdly and stepped past into the lounge room, leaving Jamie gaping after him as Tre also walked past, waving his hand in front of Jamie's face...pretty funny sight really...
Tre poked Jamie in the face and he finally snapped out of the trace he seemed to be in when he saw Mike, "Dude, snap out of it...he's not THAT great."
Jamie walked slowly back into the lounge room and noticed that that there was no room on any of the lounges; Mike moved his feet from where they were resting so that Jamie could sit next to him.
Jamie hesitantly sat down on the lounge and kept his eyes fixed on Mike, me and Billie Joe both trying not to laugh.
"Uh, hi, I'm Mike Dirnt," Mike said offering his hand. As Jamie shook it and introduced himself me and Billie Joe cracked. He fell off the lounge me, falling straight on top of him, both laughing our asses off at the look on Jamie's face when he shook Mike's hand.
"Sooooo..." Tre started, "Well, me and Mike were bored so yeah...we're still bored."
"Let's go swimming," I suggested, "'Cause I finally have some swimmers."
"Well it's not my fault you never wanted to swim...you could have just gone in your underwear...or nothing," Billie Joe said with a grin.
"Billie!"
"What, I would have worn the same thing..."
"Oh god..." I muttered, "Please just stop while you're ahead Billie Joe..."
He laughed and stood up, "Well, we're going swimming, if anyone else wants to come..." Jamie there's a bathroom just down the hallway on your left if you want to get changed."
I went upstairs into the room that I never seemed to sleep in anyway and changed into my new swimmers; Jamie helped me find a nice plain black, halter neck tankini that had enough support it in and didn't look to slutty on me...but, as always, I was still self-conscious about wearing something like that in front of Billie Joe. I contemplated wearing a small t-shirt over the top but I knew Billie Joe would find an excuse to get it off me anyway. In the end I decided to just wear what I had.
I walked back downstairs where everyone was waiting for me on the lounge, Jamie, who had stopped gaping at Mike, now seemed to be getting along fairly well with all three of the guys. As soon as I entered he room Billie Joe got up off the lounge and went to say something when his eyes fell upon what I was wearing.
His mouth was opened, ready to say something but when he tried to speak his words failed him. It wasn't until approximately 11 and a half seconds later when Tre cracked up laughing at the way Billie Joe was gawping at me that he came back to his senses.
His face went bright red and he stood up and walked with Mike out to the pool.
"You got yourself a good one," Jamie snorted.
"Yeah well I'd love to see what married you," I joked back.
It was quite strange the way we walked out to the pool together, arguing back and forth as though we'd known each other for years even though we hadn't seen or spoken to each other for 25 years.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and partly into the night just talking and watching movies together; one of the only chances the guys had to have fun together before they went on tour.
"So are you guys staying going home or do you want to stay," Billie Joe asked Tre and Mike.
"Well, there's not much else to do? Can we stay? PLEASE Billie?" Tre whined.
Billie Joe rolled his eyes and nodded, "Jamie, you wanna stay?" He asked, "Rather than spending the night alone, fantasizing about your wife and," He was cut of by a pillow flying into his face from the lounge Jamie was.
"Yeah, as long as it's not a problem or anything."
"No it's not a problem," Tre said quickly, "Now, sleeping arrangements. Um, Billie, Bella you get the lounge, Mike gets the downstairs room, and Jamie gets Bella's room because it's a nice room... And I get Billie's room."
"I have a better idea, Bella can share with me! And then Tre gets Bella's room and I'm sure Jamie wouldn't mind sharing with Mike... " He was cut off again by a pillow slamming into his face.
After we had dinner we went down into the basement because Billie Joe, Mike and Tre wanted to hear Jamie play.
"Fuck man, you're awesome!" Mike exclaimed as Jamie sat down the guitar he had been playing.
"I don't feel so talented anymore..." Billie Joe said sadly, making everyone chuckle.
After a while we were all tired and decided to go to bed. Mike kindly allowed Jamie to have the downstairs room and he slept on the lounge.
Billie Joe and I went upstairs and into his room, "Oh wait, I have to get my pajamas," I said.
"Ok, then you can come have a shower with me," Billie Joe grinned.
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway to where Tre was sleeping. I knocked a few times but heard no reply so I decided to just go in. When I did I was met with an awful site...
From the doorway I could see straight into the bathroom where Tre was sitting in the corner without a shirt on, clutching a towel to a deep wound on his waist. When he heard the sound of my footsteps pounding into the bathroom he looked up at me, his face pale.
"WHAT THE FUCK TRE?" I shrieked, my voice filled with sheer terror as he closed his eyes and groaned. I kneeled down on the floor next to him, not caring about the blood that was seeping through my jeans.
His eyes slowly fluttered open but once they settled on me he looked away again and he looked as though he was about to pass out from all the blood he was losing.
"Fuck..." I quickly stood up and ran back to Billie Joe's room where he was laying on the bed, waiting for me.
His eyes became abnormally wide as he took in my pale, terror stricken face and the blood down the front of my jeans, on my hands and even smeared across my face.
"What the fuck?" He exclaimed, standing up and coming over to me so quickly he more or less appeared by my side.
I fell into his embrace, a hopeless sobbing mess. The only thing I could manage to say was, "Tre."
Billie Joe let go of me and raced down the hallway and into the bathroom where Tre was only just managing to keep his eyes open. Billie Joe knelt down beside him and had a look at the wound.
He turned to me, "Call an ambulance," He managed to choke out.
I nodded and ran down stairs, taking them two at a time and somehow managing to get down without falling.
The noise I made woke Mike. He got up off the lounge and came into the kitchen where I was just dialing the number.
He took one look at my blood stained clothes and how frantic I was waiting for the phone to answer and immediately sprinted upstairs.
I gave our address to the guy on the phone and ran back upstairs to where Mike and Billie had made a temporary tourniquet for Tre.
I looked at Tre on the floor of the bathroom and began to cry again. What the hell and driven him to do this to himself? I didn't think I would be able to live without Tre...
When the ambulance arrived they carried Tre out on a stretcher and put him in the back of the ambulance. Mike was the one who got to go with him.
Jamie had come out to see what all the fuss was about and nearly fainted when he saw all the blood.
The next morning Mike rang to say that Tre was ok but in a pretty shitty state.
Jamie had already gone home so me and Billie Joe went into the hospital on our own. We found the room where Tre was and came in and sat next to him... He looked like shit.
There was silence for over a minute. We all wanted to know what had happened but no one wanted to be the one to ask. In the end Mike cleared his throat and asked him.
Tre looked up at him and simply shook his head, "Can I talk to Bella for a minute? Please?" he muttered
Mike and Billie looked surprised for a moment before standing up and walking slowly out the door, closing it behind them.
"Why did you save me?" He asked.
"How could I not?" I replied, "Why did you even do that?" All of a sudden something clicked. "Oh my god, there was a blood stain on the bed sheets... That was from you wasn't it?"
"I can't stand him..." Tre muttered.
"What? Who?"
He gulped and closed his eyes before answering, "Billie Joe."
"What the hell?" I asked incredulously, "You mean you can't stand Billie Joe? How? He's your best friend?"
"He's a stuck up, rich asshole."
"What?"
"He has everything, the perfect life, every woman under the sun thinks he's god, he has all the talent all the looks and most of all the perfect girl for him...and he never, for a second stops to think about how I feel. He just takes it for granted that I'm right there behind him so when he goes all emo and starts crying I'll drop everything just to go and help him and never have to be repaid."
"So you tried to kill yourself because Billie Joe has a girlfriend?"
"I wanted to see if it would affect him...I know that it would but I really wanted proof...I don't know Bella, I think I've gone mad...I couldn't help myself...I just had to do it... "
"How long have you been cutting yourself?" I asked.
"When Billie Joe got divorced... he treated me like shit and I still helped him...I never got a single thank you."
"Tre, for gods sake it's not that bigger deal, he was distraught, his wife just cheated on him..."
"His wife," Tre cut in, "Had been cheating on him for 3 months before that...he was just so caught up in things being perfect that he failed to realize anything was wrong...even when I suggested something might be going on he threw it back in my face," He said, anger building up in his eyes, his voice getting closer and closer to a whisper with each word.
"Why didn't you just tell him that he was being a bitch?" I asked.
"I fucking did!" Tre snapped at me, making me jump backwards in fright.
"Well how I about I just explain to him and he might try to redeem himself... " I went to walk out the door but Tre grabbed me by the wrist so hard that I winced and tried to pull away. I wanted to get out of that room. Desperately. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened...at that moment I felt beyond scared. As much for Tre as for myself.
I whimpered in pain but his grip only tightened, "Don't you fucking dare tell him what I said, I helped you get back with the dream boy, you can help me get away from him." He let go of my arm and I bolted out the door into the corridor where Billie Joe and Mike were leaning up against the wall.
Billie Joe tried to ask me something but I pushed past him blinking back tears.
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