Nightmare at tortures hands., chapter 1
"Billie Joe come on, we gotta go." Billie Joe sighed as he obediently switched his music off. The eleven year old boy was going out too his late fathers wake.
"Billie Joe, what happened to your suit?!" his Mother said, sounding annoyed and drained. Billie Joe looked down to see a small hole just below his knee where he had fallen over.
"I'm sorry mom, I fell, didn't mean to do it, so sorry... It's only a little hole nobody will notice I promise." His mother looked down at him with a week smile.
"I'm sure they won't, son." Tears came down her cheeks as she kneeled down. "You're mine and I love you, don't ever forget that honey."
After checking that the family was ready Billie Joe's mom locked the door and made her way to the car.
Finally at the wake the speakers announced it was Billie Joe Armstrong's turn to say a few words about his father. Nervously, he climbed on stage and began, "My, my dad was a really cool guy, and, and I want him here now. I miss him so much, why did he have to have cancer, he didn't do anything wrong. He gave me my guitar, 'blue,' and he always played catch. Why him?" His voice trailed off as silent tears soon turned into near hysterics.
"I'm so-sorry mom." Billie Joe's hand was taken by his uncle and lead off stage. When in the bathroom Billie Joe had calmed down just enough to hold a conversation as he turned to his uncle he hugged him and spoke into his shoulder, "I miss him, I want him here. Why did he have to die? I want my dad."
With that his uncle cupped his damp face and soothed, "He loved you kids and so do I, I know it's not the same but I will always be here for you, you can tell me anything, okay?"
As Billie Joe looked into his uncle's eyes he knew he was genuine "Okay... I love you too... I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I need to be here for my mom."
"Hey kiddo," said his uncle in a calming voice, "you are strong and your mom is proud of you and don't forget it." Billie Joe smiled as his uncle playfully punched him around the chin.
As Billie left the bathroom he was greeted by his Mother, she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. She picked him up and danced with him to a slow song... His father's favorite. As they hugged, they cried together. All through the song nothing was said...They just clung onto each other knowing the feeling... There was no need for words.
Days passed.
The days turned into months.
Soon a year had gone by, and Billie Joe's mom was still was finding it hard to cope. One morning Billie Joe took some coffee to his mom's bedroom. He wasn't scared because right then he didn't know there was anything to be frightened about. He gently kicked the door open, and seeing his mother he dropped the mug he was holding and ran to his mom.
"MOM! MOM! WAKE UP!" Next to her cheek was a small puddle of sick...Clasped in her fist was a bottle of pills. Billie Joe ran to the phone and dialed 911. As he worked his way back upstairs he repeated in his head, "Please, please be okay mom, I love you so much, I don't know what I'll do without you," over and over until the words didn't make sense anymore.
As Billie Joe reached the top of the stairs he was building himself up for what he knew he would see. With his hand on the door knob he clenched his other fist, closed his eyes tight and wished that it had not been real. As he entered the room he realized that this was real and all he could do was wait and try to bring his mother back round.
"Mom, come on, you're all I've got. PLEASE, PLEASE wake up, I need you." He then struggled to prop his mother up on her pillows turning the one with vomit around so that it didn't go on his mother's face anymore. He cupped his hands around her cheeks and gently shook her head, almost instantly his mother came round gasping for air and coughing.
"Billie I'm so-"
"Shhhhh, you'll be fine," Billie cut her off. He sat next to her and put his arms around her and cradled her, until he heard sirens.
"Mom, I'll be right back." He ran down stairs almost tripping over his feet, he greeted the paramedics and led them upstairs.
He stood with his back against the wall breathing heavily. Everything was such a blur it was like he was outside watching. He stayed in his daze until a paramedic kneeled down and gently put her hand on his shoulder.
"Do you have anybody you can stay with while we take care of your mom, son?"
"Where are you taking her??"
"Just to the hospital to make sure she's ok." Billie Joe tried to think clearly but it was if a thick cloud had settled over his head. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Ermmm yes, my ermmmm uncle." Billie Joe thought about how he'd said he was there for him and that he was there.
"Ok son, what's his number?" She handed Billie a phone, as he started to punch the numbers into the phone he desperately tried to remember, after several attempts he had punched in the right number. After seven rings he thought that his uncle wasn't in, just as he was about to hang up the phone was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me, Billie mom's taken tablets and she's in hospital... Can I stay with you?" There was a long pause, after what seemed like forever his uncle answered.
"What? The stupid cow's OD'd? No, I'm sorry Billie, I want nothing more to do with the selfish cow, and you are her kid so no, I'm sorry kiddo." Tears stung Billie's face as he dropped the phone, it was like he had been drop kicked in the face, he couldn't breathe, how could his uncle go back on his word and betray him like that?? Why was his uncle calling his mom names when they always got on so well?? Why was he so mad with him?? As the paramedic picked up the phone her face went white and her chin dropped, she looked astonished by what his uncle was saying, and eventually hung up. She looked Billie in the eye and you could tell by her face that she didn't want the next sentence to come out of her mouth. She bit her lip as if she was playing for time. Billie Joe was curled up into a ball with his head in his knees. The paramedic took a deep breath and said,
"Billie, you're gonna have to come with me, do you know what foster family is?"
Billie Joe looked at his shoes, he was now in a car with a lady called Mrs. Jay, she was a fat lady with red cheeks, she was about 50, but she dressed much older for her age, wearing a sicky green pleated skirt that was too long for her and a shirt with a clashing floral design. They pulled up outside a large house with a short brick wall around the perimeter, there was around five rose bushes scattered around the large garden.
"Here we are, me lady, this lady is very nice ye know," she said in her thick Scottish accent. "And it's not far from the hospital where your ma is, the lady of this house says ye can visit har any time." Billie Joe looked puzzled.
"What's wrong, youngs?" she asked.
"Well, Miss, isn't foster care for naughty kids so they get punished?" He paused and thought about what his uncle had said, he saw red ans with his teeth clenched, he said, "I'll be damned if I'm going into any damn foster home for the rejects of my generation! I don't care what my asshole of an uncle said I can take care of my self! So take me home RIGHT NOW or you'll regret it, you fat cow!"
Mrs. Jay looked angry as he spat the words out. "Now you listen to me right now you little brat, we are in charge of you now, however your ma might have treated you is in the past, you belong to us and we will do with you what ewe want and that's final!" Roughly grabbing his arm, she strode down the crazy pathing to the front door. A woman with rollers in her hair and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth mumbled, "You've got another one for me, then?"
Mrs. Jay replied, "Aye, and ye best watch this little swine, he's cheeky and spoilt."
A sly smile played across the lady's cracked lips. "Well, young boy, my name is Jane, but you may call me Miss at all times, I don't care what your name is because you will be called 'IT.' A name is a privilege and you have to earn it!"
"Billie Joe, what happened to your suit?!" his Mother said, sounding annoyed and drained. Billie Joe looked down to see a small hole just below his knee where he had fallen over.
"I'm sorry mom, I fell, didn't mean to do it, so sorry... It's only a little hole nobody will notice I promise." His mother looked down at him with a week smile.
"I'm sure they won't, son." Tears came down her cheeks as she kneeled down. "You're mine and I love you, don't ever forget that honey."
After checking that the family was ready Billie Joe's mom locked the door and made her way to the car.
Finally at the wake the speakers announced it was Billie Joe Armstrong's turn to say a few words about his father. Nervously, he climbed on stage and began, "My, my dad was a really cool guy, and, and I want him here now. I miss him so much, why did he have to have cancer, he didn't do anything wrong. He gave me my guitar, 'blue,' and he always played catch. Why him?" His voice trailed off as silent tears soon turned into near hysterics.
"I'm so-sorry mom." Billie Joe's hand was taken by his uncle and lead off stage. When in the bathroom Billie Joe had calmed down just enough to hold a conversation as he turned to his uncle he hugged him and spoke into his shoulder, "I miss him, I want him here. Why did he have to die? I want my dad."
With that his uncle cupped his damp face and soothed, "He loved you kids and so do I, I know it's not the same but I will always be here for you, you can tell me anything, okay?"
As Billie Joe looked into his uncle's eyes he knew he was genuine "Okay... I love you too... I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I need to be here for my mom."
"Hey kiddo," said his uncle in a calming voice, "you are strong and your mom is proud of you and don't forget it." Billie Joe smiled as his uncle playfully punched him around the chin.
As Billie left the bathroom he was greeted by his Mother, she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. She picked him up and danced with him to a slow song... His father's favorite. As they hugged, they cried together. All through the song nothing was said...They just clung onto each other knowing the feeling... There was no need for words.
Days passed.
The days turned into months.
Soon a year had gone by, and Billie Joe's mom was still was finding it hard to cope. One morning Billie Joe took some coffee to his mom's bedroom. He wasn't scared because right then he didn't know there was anything to be frightened about. He gently kicked the door open, and seeing his mother he dropped the mug he was holding and ran to his mom.
"MOM! MOM! WAKE UP!" Next to her cheek was a small puddle of sick...Clasped in her fist was a bottle of pills. Billie Joe ran to the phone and dialed 911. As he worked his way back upstairs he repeated in his head, "Please, please be okay mom, I love you so much, I don't know what I'll do without you," over and over until the words didn't make sense anymore.
As Billie Joe reached the top of the stairs he was building himself up for what he knew he would see. With his hand on the door knob he clenched his other fist, closed his eyes tight and wished that it had not been real. As he entered the room he realized that this was real and all he could do was wait and try to bring his mother back round.
"Mom, come on, you're all I've got. PLEASE, PLEASE wake up, I need you." He then struggled to prop his mother up on her pillows turning the one with vomit around so that it didn't go on his mother's face anymore. He cupped his hands around her cheeks and gently shook her head, almost instantly his mother came round gasping for air and coughing.
"Billie I'm so-"
"Shhhhh, you'll be fine," Billie cut her off. He sat next to her and put his arms around her and cradled her, until he heard sirens.
"Mom, I'll be right back." He ran down stairs almost tripping over his feet, he greeted the paramedics and led them upstairs.
He stood with his back against the wall breathing heavily. Everything was such a blur it was like he was outside watching. He stayed in his daze until a paramedic kneeled down and gently put her hand on his shoulder.
"Do you have anybody you can stay with while we take care of your mom, son?"
"Where are you taking her??"
"Just to the hospital to make sure she's ok." Billie Joe tried to think clearly but it was if a thick cloud had settled over his head. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Ermmm yes, my ermmmm uncle." Billie Joe thought about how he'd said he was there for him and that he was there.
"Ok son, what's his number?" She handed Billie a phone, as he started to punch the numbers into the phone he desperately tried to remember, after several attempts he had punched in the right number. After seven rings he thought that his uncle wasn't in, just as he was about to hang up the phone was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me, Billie mom's taken tablets and she's in hospital... Can I stay with you?" There was a long pause, after what seemed like forever his uncle answered.
"What? The stupid cow's OD'd? No, I'm sorry Billie, I want nothing more to do with the selfish cow, and you are her kid so no, I'm sorry kiddo." Tears stung Billie's face as he dropped the phone, it was like he had been drop kicked in the face, he couldn't breathe, how could his uncle go back on his word and betray him like that?? Why was his uncle calling his mom names when they always got on so well?? Why was he so mad with him?? As the paramedic picked up the phone her face went white and her chin dropped, she looked astonished by what his uncle was saying, and eventually hung up. She looked Billie in the eye and you could tell by her face that she didn't want the next sentence to come out of her mouth. She bit her lip as if she was playing for time. Billie Joe was curled up into a ball with his head in his knees. The paramedic took a deep breath and said,
"Billie, you're gonna have to come with me, do you know what foster family is?"
Billie Joe looked at his shoes, he was now in a car with a lady called Mrs. Jay, she was a fat lady with red cheeks, she was about 50, but she dressed much older for her age, wearing a sicky green pleated skirt that was too long for her and a shirt with a clashing floral design. They pulled up outside a large house with a short brick wall around the perimeter, there was around five rose bushes scattered around the large garden.
"Here we are, me lady, this lady is very nice ye know," she said in her thick Scottish accent. "And it's not far from the hospital where your ma is, the lady of this house says ye can visit har any time." Billie Joe looked puzzled.
"What's wrong, youngs?" she asked.
"Well, Miss, isn't foster care for naughty kids so they get punished?" He paused and thought about what his uncle had said, he saw red ans with his teeth clenched, he said, "I'll be damned if I'm going into any damn foster home for the rejects of my generation! I don't care what my asshole of an uncle said I can take care of my self! So take me home RIGHT NOW or you'll regret it, you fat cow!"
Mrs. Jay looked angry as he spat the words out. "Now you listen to me right now you little brat, we are in charge of you now, however your ma might have treated you is in the past, you belong to us and we will do with you what ewe want and that's final!" Roughly grabbing his arm, she strode down the crazy pathing to the front door. A woman with rollers in her hair and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth mumbled, "You've got another one for me, then?"
Mrs. Jay replied, "Aye, and ye best watch this little swine, he's cheeky and spoilt."
A sly smile played across the lady's cracked lips. "Well, young boy, my name is Jane, but you may call me Miss at all times, I don't care what your name is because you will be called 'IT.' A name is a privilege and you have to earn it!"
