Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 16
"We're here." Mike said. We eventually got into the hospital, it had been a while since we had found Billie in his room, mainly because of traffic. He was lying on a hospital bed with a bandage around his head, his hair was scruffy and his eyeliner was smudged.
"Oh, Billie." I said, my voice cracking with sorrow. I held his hand tight and squeezed it. I tried desperately not to cry.
"I'm gonna go out and grab a coffee. You wanna come with?" Mike asked, and I shook my head. "You want a drink or anything?" Again, I shook my head in reply. Mike shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.
I started talking to Billie, even though I didn't know if he could hear me or not.
"The doctors and nurses and stuff say you'll be okay. I hope you'll be okay, because I really like you. I wonder if you can even hear me? I wonder if a load of teenies have found out yet. I wonder if you know who did this to you?"
I squeezed his hand even tighter. And started to cry. Again. Billie groaned, and I lessened my grip on his hand slightly.
"Amy?" I heard him whisper.
"Hey Billie." I answered softly.
"I want to answer your questions." He smiled slightly, but he kept his eyes shut. "And then you can give me some answers, kay?"
"Okay." I answered, smiling. It was sweet how he could always remain optimistic and cheeky, even when he's been unconscious for several hours.
"Okay, I could hear you just then. I really hope that no teenies currently know of my whereabouts. I have no fucking clue as to who may have done this to me. I was hit in the back of the head, they came from behind."
"Oh, okay then." I said, and I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Maybe it was a crazed teenie. Maybe... I owe someone money?" He whispered, wrinkling his forehead in thought.
"Maybe" I said. "Go back to sleep. You need it."
"But," he moaned, "I have questions."
"Fine," I said "Fire away."
"Did you see anyone at all?"
"No."
"Do you have any idea who may have done this?"
"No." 'Liar' I thought.
"Sure?"
"Yep" 'Liar'
"How bad is my head?"
"It looks a bit ugly" I replied, laughing through my tears "No, just kidding. It's fine, except your eyeliner is smudged, and your hair needs gel."
Billie Joe moaned again, and murmured; "This day totally sucks." Before falling back to sleep.
I pulled his covers over him a bit more, and went to stand outside of the room, to give him some peace. As I closed the doors behind me, I came face to face with Tré.
"Oh, it's you." I said.
"Yeah." He replied cockily.
"There's something I need to ask you." I said, looking down. Oh God, the tears were coming back.
"Go ahead."
"Did you try to kill Billie?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that??? That's ridiculous, of course I didn't."
"Do you always tell the truth?"
"Yeah, when it's serious."
"You said you'd kill for a girl like me."
"Oh. Well... " I had a staring match with his bright blue eyes until he turned away. "Don't be stupid, Amy. I could never beat someone up properly, let alone kill someone."
"How do I know that?"
"What even makes you think that?"
"All I know is that only a couple of days ago, you told me you'd kill for me. And now here Billie is, beaten up close to death in a hospital. All I can see adds up. Excuse me; I'm going outside for a walk." I said angrily.
"Amy, wait." Tré pleaded, grabbing my wrist.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Tré!" I shouted before ripping my wrist out of his grasp and sprinting down the corridor, outside. Before I got out the doors, I turned to see Tré running his hands through his hair, and muttering to himself.
Outside, I sat on a set of swings and rocked slowly, back and forth. It all added up. It must have been Tré. But... how? Why? It didn't make any sense. Angrily, I slammed my hands against the chains of the swing and glared at the clouds floating by so peacefully.
"Oh, Billie." I said, my voice cracking with sorrow. I held his hand tight and squeezed it. I tried desperately not to cry.
"I'm gonna go out and grab a coffee. You wanna come with?" Mike asked, and I shook my head. "You want a drink or anything?" Again, I shook my head in reply. Mike shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.
I started talking to Billie, even though I didn't know if he could hear me or not.
"The doctors and nurses and stuff say you'll be okay. I hope you'll be okay, because I really like you. I wonder if you can even hear me? I wonder if a load of teenies have found out yet. I wonder if you know who did this to you?"
I squeezed his hand even tighter. And started to cry. Again. Billie groaned, and I lessened my grip on his hand slightly.
"Amy?" I heard him whisper.
"Hey Billie." I answered softly.
"I want to answer your questions." He smiled slightly, but he kept his eyes shut. "And then you can give me some answers, kay?"
"Okay." I answered, smiling. It was sweet how he could always remain optimistic and cheeky, even when he's been unconscious for several hours.
"Okay, I could hear you just then. I really hope that no teenies currently know of my whereabouts. I have no fucking clue as to who may have done this to me. I was hit in the back of the head, they came from behind."
"Oh, okay then." I said, and I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Maybe it was a crazed teenie. Maybe... I owe someone money?" He whispered, wrinkling his forehead in thought.
"Maybe" I said. "Go back to sleep. You need it."
"But," he moaned, "I have questions."
"Fine," I said "Fire away."
"Did you see anyone at all?"
"No."
"Do you have any idea who may have done this?"
"No." 'Liar' I thought.
"Sure?"
"Yep" 'Liar'
"How bad is my head?"
"It looks a bit ugly" I replied, laughing through my tears "No, just kidding. It's fine, except your eyeliner is smudged, and your hair needs gel."
Billie Joe moaned again, and murmured; "This day totally sucks." Before falling back to sleep.
I pulled his covers over him a bit more, and went to stand outside of the room, to give him some peace. As I closed the doors behind me, I came face to face with Tré.
"Oh, it's you." I said.
"Yeah." He replied cockily.
"There's something I need to ask you." I said, looking down. Oh God, the tears were coming back.
"Go ahead."
"Did you try to kill Billie?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that??? That's ridiculous, of course I didn't."
"Do you always tell the truth?"
"Yeah, when it's serious."
"You said you'd kill for a girl like me."
"Oh. Well... " I had a staring match with his bright blue eyes until he turned away. "Don't be stupid, Amy. I could never beat someone up properly, let alone kill someone."
"How do I know that?"
"What even makes you think that?"
"All I know is that only a couple of days ago, you told me you'd kill for me. And now here Billie is, beaten up close to death in a hospital. All I can see adds up. Excuse me; I'm going outside for a walk." I said angrily.
"Amy, wait." Tré pleaded, grabbing my wrist.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Tré!" I shouted before ripping my wrist out of his grasp and sprinting down the corridor, outside. Before I got out the doors, I turned to see Tré running his hands through his hair, and muttering to himself.
Outside, I sat on a set of swings and rocked slowly, back and forth. It all added up. It must have been Tré. But... how? Why? It didn't make any sense. Angrily, I slammed my hands against the chains of the swing and glared at the clouds floating by so peacefully.
