You better back your shit up, chapter 7
Tre wasn't entirely sure how he lifted Billie Joe, yeah the singer was little but goddam he was a dead weight whilst comatose. Carrying Billie upstairs he thought over the plan, he couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was right. He knew that it was right, it needed to be done. He just had to wait for them now...
Billie slowly opened his eyes, he recognised Tre's bedroom, groaning he tried to wipe his eyes but found that he couldn't move his arms, tied to the bedpost, frustrated he thrashed around but with no use. "TRE!" He yelled, with all his might, but he felt exhausted.
"FUCK! TRE! WHAT THE HELL?"
He went quiet at the figure in the doorway, he gasped.
"Wha...what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, blinking encase his heavy eyes were lying to him. The figure smiled sickly then approached the bed.
"What the hell is going on?" Billie asked, "And why the hell are you here? Fuckin' untie me."
"You're not going anywhere." The figure stated plainly. Billie Joe felt sick, this wasn't normal, what the hell was going on. He stared at the figure in front of him, he couldn't think straight, what where they doing? Suddenly Tre appeared in the doorway.
"Tre!" Billie yelled, "Tre what the hell is going on? Untie me now you assho..."
Billie didn't finish a gag was stuffed into his mouth, his eyes began to weep. Why were his friends doing this? It was some kind of sick plan that he didn't understand. Tre smiled at him then walked off. "I'll be back soon," he told the figure who smiled at him in reply.
Billie heard Tre go downstairs and shut the door.
"He's gone to get another friend of yours." The figure smiled, "Then we can get started."
Billie's mind flashed forwards imaging Tre in the car as he heard it start, "the problem was though." The figure stated calmly, "we hate to break him first."
Billie felt even more sick, he felt vomit rise in his throat, from the sick stench of the gag and the idea of Tre clubbing his friend and dragging him here, he prayed with every part of him that Mike would escape and get the police.
The figure pulled a gun from behind them, "I want to take the gag out, and you look so pretty without it." They smiled, "But...If you scream, you get a bullet in your knee cap, and I heard that is one painful place to get one. So you behave okay?"
Billie nodded furiously desperate to breathe properly.
The figure removed the stinking cloth and flung in on the floor, Billie grateful gulped the clean air, cheeks soaking up his tears that had fallen before. The figure swooped down and kissed him aggressively on his lips,
"You know." They smiled, "We could have some fun."
Billie slowly opened his eyes, he recognised Tre's bedroom, groaning he tried to wipe his eyes but found that he couldn't move his arms, tied to the bedpost, frustrated he thrashed around but with no use. "TRE!" He yelled, with all his might, but he felt exhausted.
"FUCK! TRE! WHAT THE HELL?"
He went quiet at the figure in the doorway, he gasped.
"Wha...what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, blinking encase his heavy eyes were lying to him. The figure smiled sickly then approached the bed.
"What the hell is going on?" Billie asked, "And why the hell are you here? Fuckin' untie me."
"You're not going anywhere." The figure stated plainly. Billie Joe felt sick, this wasn't normal, what the hell was going on. He stared at the figure in front of him, he couldn't think straight, what where they doing? Suddenly Tre appeared in the doorway.
"Tre!" Billie yelled, "Tre what the hell is going on? Untie me now you assho..."
Billie didn't finish a gag was stuffed into his mouth, his eyes began to weep. Why were his friends doing this? It was some kind of sick plan that he didn't understand. Tre smiled at him then walked off. "I'll be back soon," he told the figure who smiled at him in reply.
Billie heard Tre go downstairs and shut the door.
"He's gone to get another friend of yours." The figure smiled, "Then we can get started."
Billie's mind flashed forwards imaging Tre in the car as he heard it start, "the problem was though." The figure stated calmly, "we hate to break him first."
Billie felt even more sick, he felt vomit rise in his throat, from the sick stench of the gag and the idea of Tre clubbing his friend and dragging him here, he prayed with every part of him that Mike would escape and get the police.
The figure pulled a gun from behind them, "I want to take the gag out, and you look so pretty without it." They smiled, "But...If you scream, you get a bullet in your knee cap, and I heard that is one painful place to get one. So you behave okay?"
Billie nodded furiously desperate to breathe properly.
The figure removed the stinking cloth and flung in on the floor, Billie grateful gulped the clean air, cheeks soaking up his tears that had fallen before. The figure swooped down and kissed him aggressively on his lips,
"You know." They smiled, "We could have some fun."
