You better back your shit up, chapter 5
Mike couldn't sleep, the words of the police inspector ringing in his ears as he tossed and turned in Billie Joe's spare room.
"She...we believed she was raped, then...are you sure you want this much detail Mr. Dirnt? Okay then...then her eyes were forced back into her skull and she was struck on the head numerous times. Then we believe she was strangled as she hands deep brusing around her neck..."
Mike's stomach tossed and he ran to the bathroom where he was sick. The taste lingered in his mouth and he wretched again, water. He needed a drink badly. Venturing downstairs in the dark he felt a shiver scuttle up his naked back. Upon entering the kitchen he search the cupboards for a glass. Adrienne had taken everything from Billie's cupbords, leaving only one a few cups, a Spiderman mug, a jar of mustard, hot sauce and a Mickey Mouse flask.
Mike filled the Spiderman mug with some water, his eyes trailed back to the hot sauce...sauce...jacket...Tre? Mike's heart started to thud in his chest. No, he couldn't Tre wouldnt do that would he? He was pissed off with Billie and Mike yeah, but why would Tre do such a thing? He glanced at the clock, it was 6, there was no point going back to bed, he couldn't sleep anyway. Paying Tre a visit seemed like a very good idea.
Tre couldn't sleep that much either, he knew he needed to sort his life out, start a fresh, but how could he tell them? How could he tell Mike? His best friend, he'd kept it secret for so long now, too long, they needed to know. Rising slowly from his bed he pulled on some sweats and jogged downstairs. Looking at the clock he groaned when he saw it was 6:30. Debating whether he should go back to bed, he settled for the middle option of lounging on the couch. He was dozing off to the sound of SpongeBob Squarepants on the TV when a loud banging erupted on his front door. Jumping up and running to the noise he opened it to find Mike. Tre's heart started to thud in his chest. Mike's eyes shone, they positively glowed, Tre swallowed, something wasn't right.
"Hey Mike, you okay?" he asked moving out the way so Mike could enter his house.
"Well Tre...truthfully no. I've got something on my mind."
"What?" Tre asked truly curious, following his friend into the living room.
"Well Tre, you know yesterday, when you left to cool off some steam. What did you do?"
Tre looked taken aback at the forwardness of his friend, "I...I went to a bar then I got something to eat and just walked...why?"
"Oh...you see...this may come as a bit of a shock Tre but Brittany, you know my girlfiend Brittany, was killed yesterday."
Tre was shocked, he stepped backward staring at Mike, "WHAT?"
"Yes Tre, and you see some things don't add up, you AND Britt went missing and you had sauce on your jacket...was it sauce or was IT MY GIRLFIREND'S FUCKING BLOOD? YOU OWN UP TO SWEATY BASTARD, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SHIT! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER DIDNT YOU??" Mike advanced on a terrified Tre,
"WELL I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE...."
"MIKE! NO!"
Mike turned around, Billie Joe had burst through the door, gasping for breath...
"She...we believed she was raped, then...are you sure you want this much detail Mr. Dirnt? Okay then...then her eyes were forced back into her skull and she was struck on the head numerous times. Then we believe she was strangled as she hands deep brusing around her neck..."
Mike's stomach tossed and he ran to the bathroom where he was sick. The taste lingered in his mouth and he wretched again, water. He needed a drink badly. Venturing downstairs in the dark he felt a shiver scuttle up his naked back. Upon entering the kitchen he search the cupboards for a glass. Adrienne had taken everything from Billie's cupbords, leaving only one a few cups, a Spiderman mug, a jar of mustard, hot sauce and a Mickey Mouse flask.
Mike filled the Spiderman mug with some water, his eyes trailed back to the hot sauce...sauce...jacket...Tre? Mike's heart started to thud in his chest. No, he couldn't Tre wouldnt do that would he? He was pissed off with Billie and Mike yeah, but why would Tre do such a thing? He glanced at the clock, it was 6, there was no point going back to bed, he couldn't sleep anyway. Paying Tre a visit seemed like a very good idea.
Tre couldn't sleep that much either, he knew he needed to sort his life out, start a fresh, but how could he tell them? How could he tell Mike? His best friend, he'd kept it secret for so long now, too long, they needed to know. Rising slowly from his bed he pulled on some sweats and jogged downstairs. Looking at the clock he groaned when he saw it was 6:30. Debating whether he should go back to bed, he settled for the middle option of lounging on the couch. He was dozing off to the sound of SpongeBob Squarepants on the TV when a loud banging erupted on his front door. Jumping up and running to the noise he opened it to find Mike. Tre's heart started to thud in his chest. Mike's eyes shone, they positively glowed, Tre swallowed, something wasn't right.
"Hey Mike, you okay?" he asked moving out the way so Mike could enter his house.
"Well Tre...truthfully no. I've got something on my mind."
"What?" Tre asked truly curious, following his friend into the living room.
"Well Tre, you know yesterday, when you left to cool off some steam. What did you do?"
Tre looked taken aback at the forwardness of his friend, "I...I went to a bar then I got something to eat and just walked...why?"
"Oh...you see...this may come as a bit of a shock Tre but Brittany, you know my girlfiend Brittany, was killed yesterday."
Tre was shocked, he stepped backward staring at Mike, "WHAT?"
"Yes Tre, and you see some things don't add up, you AND Britt went missing and you had sauce on your jacket...was it sauce or was IT MY GIRLFIREND'S FUCKING BLOOD? YOU OWN UP TO SWEATY BASTARD, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SHIT! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER DIDNT YOU??" Mike advanced on a terrified Tre,
"WELL I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE...."
"MIKE! NO!"
Mike turned around, Billie Joe had burst through the door, gasping for breath...
