Wrong Turn, chapter 1
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"What the fuck is that racket Tre?" I said, as I looked around the room with half opened eyes.
"I'm building a cubby house," Tre smiled.
"What are you, like 10?"
"Nope, 33 I think. Anyway, get up Billie. It's way past your awake time."
"Fuck off." Billie gave Tre 'Da Finger'. Tre laughed.
"Alright, we'll do it the hard way..." Tre slowly paced over to Billie's bed, making his footsteps echo loudly.
"Billie..." Tre smirked.
"WHAT!?".
"I'll count to 3..."
"You can count?" Billie replied sarcastically as he burried his head into the pillow.
Tre imitated Billie in a girlish tone, waving his arms around.
"I can see you in my TV reflection," Billie growled.
Tre imitated Billie again.
"Tre, I do not look like that!" Billie's voice started to anger.
"Mi mi mi mo, mo mo mi mi," Tre replied, paying no attention to Billie.
"That's it!" Billie leapt out of bed and tackled Tre.
"Bitch!" Tre screamed as they fell onto the wall.
"Hoe!" Billie replied as he pulled Tre's hair.
"OWIE! Owie!" Tre slapped Billie and ran for the door.
Tre opened the door and slammed it behind him. "Ha, ha-ah!" Tre sang.
The door started to creak as Billie turned the door handle.
"Oh shit!" yelled Tre as he ran for Mikes room. "MIIKKEEEYY!!" Tre cried.
Smash. Tre hit Mikes work desk.
"What the hell Tre?" Mike said as he picked up Tre. "You broke my fricken desk!".
Billie, not noticing that Tre had crashed, continued running at full pace.
"Ahhh!", Billie screamed as he ran into Tre and Mike.
"Billie!" Mike yelled.
"Yes?..." Billie whimpered up to Mikes leg, and started hugging it.
"Arg, no! Down boy.. DOWN!"
Billie began to fake cry. And started crawling under Mikes bed.
Mike left for the kitchen. "Have fun you two..." Mike dashed out, closed the door and locked it.
"OI!" Both Billie and Tre squealed as they both jumped for the door handle.
"Crap.. He locked it!" Tre turned to Billie.
"Thanks for stating the obvious...!"
Mike slid the key under the door and quickly pulled it away. He giggled.
"Mike, this isn't funny! I'm stuck in a room with Tre. And don't forget, we ate onions for dinner!" Billie sulked and sat on the bed.
"Hey... I am right here you know" Tre frowned.
"Yeh, I know," Billie smiled.
"See ya guys," Mike yelled before laughing.
Billie started banging on the door. "MIKEEE! MIIKEE!"...
"I think he's gone.."
"DON'T THINK I ALREADY KNOW THAT!" Billie hissed at Tre.
"Hey, Mike has a window.. Since when has he had a window..?" said Tre, confused.
"Who cares, let's just jump out," Billie replied.
Tre and Billie heaved up the window... It didn't budge...
"What's wrong with it.?!" Tre cried.
"It's locked...", Billie paused and frowned.
"Oh..." Tre sighed... "I knew that!, Heh..!" he sarcastically added.
Billie turned the lock and lifted the window. He looked down. "Holy!".
"What?"
"Have you seen how far up we are!?"
Tre looked down.. "I've jumped from higher.."
"Where?"
"Places..."
Billie rolled his eyes and began thinking.. "What if we had some sort of ladder!" he finally suggested.
Tre murmed..
"Wake up." Billie nudged Tre.
Tre screamed and punched Billie. "Craps! Sorry.. Thought you were a killer rabbit seeking world domination with the mer-men..."
"Are you high or something?".
"Maybe.."
"OWW, FUCK!" Mike screamed. "FELL DOWN THE FRICKEN STAIRS!" He groaned in pain.
"MIKE!" Billie cried as he ran for the door. "Let us out!!"
Billie heard a thump, and then silence.
"MIKE!" he screamed. "MIKEE!!".
"Tre, do you have your phone!"
"Phone?" Tre rolled his eyes.
"TRE! DON'T FUCKING JOKE!" Billie yelled.
"Why should we help him? You called me stinky, and he locked us in here.", Tre replied.
"He could be really hurt though!" Billie cried. He fell to Tre's knees.
Mike groaned loudly. "BILLIE, HELP! I fell on something sharp!" Mike turned around, grasped the knife indulged in his left ankle and quickly pulled it out. He screamed loud and fell unconscious.
"Mike..?", Billie said quietly... His tears fell. "Mikey.. Mike.. Please.. Reply," he cried softly.
"I bet he's only joking!" Tre said, still happy as ever. "Do you think I could eat a peanut up-sy down?" he laughed.
"Please do, I HOPE YOU CHOKE!"
Tre gasped. "For that..".. Tre reached for his pocket and got out his phone.
"What are you doing Tre?" Billie said calmly.. "Give me the phone, PLEASE!"
"Nu-uh" Tre went over to the window.
"Please Tre.. please!" Billie whimpered.
Tre moved his hand out the window and pointed the phone towards the ground.
"NO!" Billie screamed as he dived for the phone.
Tre dropped the phone quickly.
Billie hit the window and fell back. He got up and watched the phone smash into peices. Then turned to Tre.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Billie leapt at Tre and punched him in the nose.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Tre yelled back. He started punching back at Billie as he struggled to block whatever was hitting him.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Billie screached, And with that. He knocked out Tre with a sharp uppercut.
Billie stared at Tre, lying unconscious on the floor. He started to cry in pain. Not physical pain, but on the fact that he had just realised what he had done.
He moved over and Layed next to Tre, hugging him tightly. "I'll never let go.."
Billie soon fell asleep on top of Tre. The house fell silent, and the time slowly fell.
After 1 hour of dead silence, there was a knock on the door. Billie twitched and looked up. The clock clearly displayed, "11: 03 PM" Another knock on the door. Billie jumped up and started banging on the bedroom door. "HELP!! HELP!!" he screamed.
Billie heard the door crash down, and the clicking sound of guns being loaded. He let out a little scream and backed towards the bed. He tripped over Tre and fell back onto the desk chair. Blood dripped from the wound.
Footsteps ran up the stairs. Billie counted them, every one was a peirce of pain.
Finally, someone knocked on the door. Billie whispered, "He.. He.. Helloo..?". He shook violently.
A kind voice finally replied, "Police dapartment. We got a call about some distruptive noise from neighbours. Is everything ok?".
"No! Everythings bad! Please, let me out!" Billie sighed in relief.
After 3 kicks on the door, it broke down. There stood 3 police men.
They ran into the room straight for Tre. "What happened?" One of them asked.
"Long story," Billie replied as he smiled. Billie stood up and moved out of the room.
"Sir, stop immediatly. Put your hands up!".
Billie turned around and slowly put his hands up. 'What's wrong officer?".
"You're being moved to the police station for questioning." Said the officer as he handcuffed Billie. The officer got out a notebook and started writing.
"But, what did I do!?" Billie screached.
"Don't act stupid. We're fining you for attempted murder."
"WHAT!? Murder? WHO DID I MURDER?" Billie shaked.
"The blood on your T-shirt, and the blood on that Man in the room.".
"What? No! I fell back! and, and!" Billie stumbled on his words.
"You have the right to remain silent." Billie was walked out of his house and shoved into the police car outside.
"Wait, wheres Mike?" Billie asked.
"Who's Mike?" the officer replied.
"Didn't you see anyone else in the house?"
"No, now please co-operate and everything will be fine."
Billie sat in the back seat and watched the officer walk to the front door.
Where was Mike?.. What would happen to Tre?.. Billie put his head down and started to cry.
The officer got into the car, Backed out of the driveway, and started to drive. He turned on the radio. 'Deadbeat Holiday' started to play.
Billie looked up at the radio and began crying harder.
After 5 minutes of driving the car came to a hault. A man approached the front seat and requested for the Officers key card. He swiped it and the car began to idle through the police car park.
----- Back At Home -----
Tre awoke, his eyes half open. He saw two people standing over him.
"WHA!? Where am i?" Tre questioned.
"Loss of memory" The police man said to his fellow partner.
"Memory loss? What the hell?" Tre saw the blood on the ground. "What happened?".
"Do you know anyone by the name 'Billie Armstrong?" he finally said.
"Yeh, he's my best friend," Tre smiled.
"Do best friends kill each other?"
"Kill each other? Billie wouldn't do that!".
"Then please explain the blood on your face and the blood on his T-shirt?", The policeman bent down and handed Tre a tissue.
"But.. But..." Tre was deeply confused.
"It's ok, He will be locked up for a while." The policeman attempted to comfort Tre.
Tre jolted up, "NO!!! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! I remember now.. Humm." Tre place his hand on his forhead and pretended to recieve images.
"There was.. errr.." Tre looked around and saw a picture of a dog on a magazine.
"A dog!, Yeh. This killer dog.." Tre smirked.
"A dog? Who owned this 'dog'?" The police man replied as he got out his notepad and pen.
"Umm... A man in black. He took a shot at Billie. Billie ducked and we headbutted. That's how the blood got on his T-shirt!". Tre was running out of ideas. He thought of a distraction. "You're really cute Mr.. Mr.. Officer" Tre said. He circled the officer.
"Mr. This is no time for jokes. I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station with us."
"But mr pretty... Just give me a second to wash up.." Tre headed for the bathroom.
Tre washed the blood of his face. He kept questioning what had happened. He only remember Mikes painful groans.."MIKE!" He shouted as he ran out and down the stairs.
The police officer chased him. "Mike?" He questioned.
"No-one.. Nevermind.. I want to see Billie.. Please.."
"OK, Follow me to the car then Mr..Mr?"
"Cool..", Tre added.
"Alrighty Then.. Follow me, Mr. Cool".
----- At the police station -----
Billie was forced through a door, then pushed into a celler. He sat down and examined the handcuffs. He layed down and began to think of Mike..
After a while Billie heard footsteps. He looked up and saw the shadow of a man approaching.
"Hello?" Billie said.
The shadow became bigger. Finally, someone appeared.
"TRE!" Billie yelled. He ran up to the celler door and began to cry.
"Billie!!", Tre smiled and patted Billie on the head through the bars. "What happened?".
"I don't know Tre. But they're fileing me for attempted murder. You believe it wasn't me, Don't you? Please Tre.. Please..". Billie felt weak and fell to the floor.
"Of course I do Billie!", Tre moved towards the ground aswell and stared Billie in the eye. "Wheres mike?".
"I don't know. But do you think he did fake it?", Billie asked.
"Could of.. Then ran off..", Tre said.
In the distance Billie could hear officers talking and the radio going.
He could make out what they were saying. "We have just recieved a report of a man being dragged into a car.."
"Someone was kidnapped!" Billie said to Tre. Tre looked at Billie.
"How do you know?"
"Listen.." Billie pointed towards the front desk.
One of the officers held up a photo. "This was taken by witnesses."
Tre gasped and turned to Billie. "IT'S MIKE!".
Thump.
Thump.
"What the fuck is that racket Tre?" I said, as I looked around the room with half opened eyes.
"I'm building a cubby house," Tre smiled.
"What are you, like 10?"
"Nope, 33 I think. Anyway, get up Billie. It's way past your awake time."
"Fuck off." Billie gave Tre 'Da Finger'. Tre laughed.
"Alright, we'll do it the hard way..." Tre slowly paced over to Billie's bed, making his footsteps echo loudly.
"Billie..." Tre smirked.
"WHAT!?".
"I'll count to 3..."
"You can count?" Billie replied sarcastically as he burried his head into the pillow.
Tre imitated Billie in a girlish tone, waving his arms around.
"I can see you in my TV reflection," Billie growled.
Tre imitated Billie again.
"Tre, I do not look like that!" Billie's voice started to anger.
"Mi mi mi mo, mo mo mi mi," Tre replied, paying no attention to Billie.
"That's it!" Billie leapt out of bed and tackled Tre.
"Bitch!" Tre screamed as they fell onto the wall.
"Hoe!" Billie replied as he pulled Tre's hair.
"OWIE! Owie!" Tre slapped Billie and ran for the door.
Tre opened the door and slammed it behind him. "Ha, ha-ah!" Tre sang.
The door started to creak as Billie turned the door handle.
"Oh shit!" yelled Tre as he ran for Mikes room. "MIIKKEEEYY!!" Tre cried.
Smash. Tre hit Mikes work desk.
"What the hell Tre?" Mike said as he picked up Tre. "You broke my fricken desk!".
Billie, not noticing that Tre had crashed, continued running at full pace.
"Ahhh!", Billie screamed as he ran into Tre and Mike.
"Billie!" Mike yelled.
"Yes?..." Billie whimpered up to Mikes leg, and started hugging it.
"Arg, no! Down boy.. DOWN!"
Billie began to fake cry. And started crawling under Mikes bed.
Mike left for the kitchen. "Have fun you two..." Mike dashed out, closed the door and locked it.
"OI!" Both Billie and Tre squealed as they both jumped for the door handle.
"Crap.. He locked it!" Tre turned to Billie.
"Thanks for stating the obvious...!"
Mike slid the key under the door and quickly pulled it away. He giggled.
"Mike, this isn't funny! I'm stuck in a room with Tre. And don't forget, we ate onions for dinner!" Billie sulked and sat on the bed.
"Hey... I am right here you know" Tre frowned.
"Yeh, I know," Billie smiled.
"See ya guys," Mike yelled before laughing.
Billie started banging on the door. "MIKEEE! MIIKEE!"...
"I think he's gone.."
"DON'T THINK I ALREADY KNOW THAT!" Billie hissed at Tre.
"Hey, Mike has a window.. Since when has he had a window..?" said Tre, confused.
"Who cares, let's just jump out," Billie replied.
Tre and Billie heaved up the window... It didn't budge...
"What's wrong with it.?!" Tre cried.
"It's locked...", Billie paused and frowned.
"Oh..." Tre sighed... "I knew that!, Heh..!" he sarcastically added.
Billie turned the lock and lifted the window. He looked down. "Holy!".
"What?"
"Have you seen how far up we are!?"
Tre looked down.. "I've jumped from higher.."
"Where?"
"Places..."
Billie rolled his eyes and began thinking.. "What if we had some sort of ladder!" he finally suggested.
Tre murmed..
"Wake up." Billie nudged Tre.
Tre screamed and punched Billie. "Craps! Sorry.. Thought you were a killer rabbit seeking world domination with the mer-men..."
"Are you high or something?".
"Maybe.."
"OWW, FUCK!" Mike screamed. "FELL DOWN THE FRICKEN STAIRS!" He groaned in pain.
"MIKE!" Billie cried as he ran for the door. "Let us out!!"
Billie heard a thump, and then silence.
"MIKE!" he screamed. "MIKEE!!".
"Tre, do you have your phone!"
"Phone?" Tre rolled his eyes.
"TRE! DON'T FUCKING JOKE!" Billie yelled.
"Why should we help him? You called me stinky, and he locked us in here.", Tre replied.
"He could be really hurt though!" Billie cried. He fell to Tre's knees.
Mike groaned loudly. "BILLIE, HELP! I fell on something sharp!" Mike turned around, grasped the knife indulged in his left ankle and quickly pulled it out. He screamed loud and fell unconscious.
"Mike..?", Billie said quietly... His tears fell. "Mikey.. Mike.. Please.. Reply," he cried softly.
"I bet he's only joking!" Tre said, still happy as ever. "Do you think I could eat a peanut up-sy down?" he laughed.
"Please do, I HOPE YOU CHOKE!"
Tre gasped. "For that..".. Tre reached for his pocket and got out his phone.
"What are you doing Tre?" Billie said calmly.. "Give me the phone, PLEASE!"
"Nu-uh" Tre went over to the window.
"Please Tre.. please!" Billie whimpered.
Tre moved his hand out the window and pointed the phone towards the ground.
"NO!" Billie screamed as he dived for the phone.
Tre dropped the phone quickly.
Billie hit the window and fell back. He got up and watched the phone smash into peices. Then turned to Tre.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Billie leapt at Tre and punched him in the nose.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Tre yelled back. He started punching back at Billie as he struggled to block whatever was hitting him.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Billie screached, And with that. He knocked out Tre with a sharp uppercut.
Billie stared at Tre, lying unconscious on the floor. He started to cry in pain. Not physical pain, but on the fact that he had just realised what he had done.
He moved over and Layed next to Tre, hugging him tightly. "I'll never let go.."
Billie soon fell asleep on top of Tre. The house fell silent, and the time slowly fell.
After 1 hour of dead silence, there was a knock on the door. Billie twitched and looked up. The clock clearly displayed, "11: 03 PM" Another knock on the door. Billie jumped up and started banging on the bedroom door. "HELP!! HELP!!" he screamed.
Billie heard the door crash down, and the clicking sound of guns being loaded. He let out a little scream and backed towards the bed. He tripped over Tre and fell back onto the desk chair. Blood dripped from the wound.
Footsteps ran up the stairs. Billie counted them, every one was a peirce of pain.
Finally, someone knocked on the door. Billie whispered, "He.. He.. Helloo..?". He shook violently.
A kind voice finally replied, "Police dapartment. We got a call about some distruptive noise from neighbours. Is everything ok?".
"No! Everythings bad! Please, let me out!" Billie sighed in relief.
After 3 kicks on the door, it broke down. There stood 3 police men.
They ran into the room straight for Tre. "What happened?" One of them asked.
"Long story," Billie replied as he smiled. Billie stood up and moved out of the room.
"Sir, stop immediatly. Put your hands up!".
Billie turned around and slowly put his hands up. 'What's wrong officer?".
"You're being moved to the police station for questioning." Said the officer as he handcuffed Billie. The officer got out a notebook and started writing.
"But, what did I do!?" Billie screached.
"Don't act stupid. We're fining you for attempted murder."
"WHAT!? Murder? WHO DID I MURDER?" Billie shaked.
"The blood on your T-shirt, and the blood on that Man in the room.".
"What? No! I fell back! and, and!" Billie stumbled on his words.
"You have the right to remain silent." Billie was walked out of his house and shoved into the police car outside.
"Wait, wheres Mike?" Billie asked.
"Who's Mike?" the officer replied.
"Didn't you see anyone else in the house?"
"No, now please co-operate and everything will be fine."
Billie sat in the back seat and watched the officer walk to the front door.
Where was Mike?.. What would happen to Tre?.. Billie put his head down and started to cry.
The officer got into the car, Backed out of the driveway, and started to drive. He turned on the radio. 'Deadbeat Holiday' started to play.
Billie looked up at the radio and began crying harder.
After 5 minutes of driving the car came to a hault. A man approached the front seat and requested for the Officers key card. He swiped it and the car began to idle through the police car park.
----- Back At Home -----
Tre awoke, his eyes half open. He saw two people standing over him.
"WHA!? Where am i?" Tre questioned.
"Loss of memory" The police man said to his fellow partner.
"Memory loss? What the hell?" Tre saw the blood on the ground. "What happened?".
"Do you know anyone by the name 'Billie Armstrong?" he finally said.
"Yeh, he's my best friend," Tre smiled.
"Do best friends kill each other?"
"Kill each other? Billie wouldn't do that!".
"Then please explain the blood on your face and the blood on his T-shirt?", The policeman bent down and handed Tre a tissue.
"But.. But..." Tre was deeply confused.
"It's ok, He will be locked up for a while." The policeman attempted to comfort Tre.
Tre jolted up, "NO!!! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! I remember now.. Humm." Tre place his hand on his forhead and pretended to recieve images.
"There was.. errr.." Tre looked around and saw a picture of a dog on a magazine.
"A dog!, Yeh. This killer dog.." Tre smirked.
"A dog? Who owned this 'dog'?" The police man replied as he got out his notepad and pen.
"Umm... A man in black. He took a shot at Billie. Billie ducked and we headbutted. That's how the blood got on his T-shirt!". Tre was running out of ideas. He thought of a distraction. "You're really cute Mr.. Mr.. Officer" Tre said. He circled the officer.
"Mr. This is no time for jokes. I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station with us."
"But mr pretty... Just give me a second to wash up.." Tre headed for the bathroom.
Tre washed the blood of his face. He kept questioning what had happened. He only remember Mikes painful groans.."MIKE!" He shouted as he ran out and down the stairs.
The police officer chased him. "Mike?" He questioned.
"No-one.. Nevermind.. I want to see Billie.. Please.."
"OK, Follow me to the car then Mr..Mr?"
"Cool..", Tre added.
"Alrighty Then.. Follow me, Mr. Cool".
----- At the police station -----
Billie was forced through a door, then pushed into a celler. He sat down and examined the handcuffs. He layed down and began to think of Mike..
After a while Billie heard footsteps. He looked up and saw the shadow of a man approaching.
"Hello?" Billie said.
The shadow became bigger. Finally, someone appeared.
"TRE!" Billie yelled. He ran up to the celler door and began to cry.
"Billie!!", Tre smiled and patted Billie on the head through the bars. "What happened?".
"I don't know Tre. But they're fileing me for attempted murder. You believe it wasn't me, Don't you? Please Tre.. Please..". Billie felt weak and fell to the floor.
"Of course I do Billie!", Tre moved towards the ground aswell and stared Billie in the eye. "Wheres mike?".
"I don't know. But do you think he did fake it?", Billie asked.
"Could of.. Then ran off..", Tre said.
In the distance Billie could hear officers talking and the radio going.
He could make out what they were saying. "We have just recieved a report of a man being dragged into a car.."
"Someone was kidnapped!" Billie said to Tre. Tre looked at Billie.
"How do you know?"
"Listen.." Billie pointed towards the front desk.
One of the officers held up a photo. "This was taken by witnesses."
Tre gasped and turned to Billie. "IT'S MIKE!".
