Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 20
I heard Billie open the door and mumble a greeting at whoever was out there.
"Is she out?" The voice asked.
"Yeah. And she won't be back for a while. Now tell me, what the hell do you want?" Billie demanded.
"You took her away from me. Now you gotta pay."
"What's your problem? Get the hell out of my house." Billie sounded scared shitless at this point.
"Don't you get it, Billie Joe Armstrong?" I heard the voice break as if he was about to cry. "You took Amy away from me! I tried to kill you once, but that didn't fucking work, did it?" The voice had escalated to a shout. I heard a slam, like someone punching a wall.
All of a sudden, I gasped. I knew that voice. It was Mark.
'What the hell?' I kept thinking. I wanted to say something, to burst out of the cupboard, but he might do something bad to Billie if I popped up. Besides, I didn't want him to discover my 'secret' hiding place.
Suddenly, I heard another voice from outside.
"Billie! Your front door is open!" There was a gap of time as Billie and Mark stayed silent. "Billie? What the?... Who the fuck are you?"
I sighed in relief. It was Tré. Now Mark couldn't do anything bad, because there's a witness. That also means that Tré didn't do it. I cringed silently as I thought of the horrible accusations that I had made against him. Suddenly, I felt I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to open the door just a little, to get a peek at what was happening.
I pushed the cupboard door open a tiny bit and peered out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Said Tré.
"Something I feel I have to." Mark answered confidently. It sounded like he had been rehearsing this for some time. I saw him reach for something in his pocket.
"What the fuck?" Billie said.
Mark drew a gun out of his jacket pocket. I could see his hand shaking. I gasped; He was pointing the gun at Billie.
Billie was shaking uncontrollably. I knew he didn't like guns, but I didn't think it was this bad.
Lots of random thoughts kept passing through my head. Surely, Mark didn't have the guts to actually kill a person, did he?
"Now wait a second." I heard Tré say, trying to keep calm. "Think about what you're doing. Just put the gun down, and no one gets hurt, okay?"
"NO!" Shouted Mark. "I want things back the way they were. Me and Amy. Before you came along and fucking interfered!" He was still shaking, his hand with the gun in it still pointed at Billie Joe threateningly.
"But you blew your chance." Billie finally piped up. "When you hurt her that was it."
"No. I won't believe that was it. I can change. Things can be normal again."
"They can't." Billie murmured. "Amy's with me now. Accept it."
"FUCK, NO!" Mark shouted and put his finger on the trigger of the gun. I, in my cupboard, didn't want to move. Sudden movements could shock Mark, and make him pull the trigger. As Billie and Tré were standing trapped against the bottom of the stairs, and Mark at the front door, there was no way that Billie could dodge a bullet if Mark did shoot.
"Goodbye, asshole." Mark said. And he pulled the trigger.
"Is she out?" The voice asked.
"Yeah. And she won't be back for a while. Now tell me, what the hell do you want?" Billie demanded.
"You took her away from me. Now you gotta pay."
"What's your problem? Get the hell out of my house." Billie sounded scared shitless at this point.
"Don't you get it, Billie Joe Armstrong?" I heard the voice break as if he was about to cry. "You took Amy away from me! I tried to kill you once, but that didn't fucking work, did it?" The voice had escalated to a shout. I heard a slam, like someone punching a wall.
All of a sudden, I gasped. I knew that voice. It was Mark.
'What the hell?' I kept thinking. I wanted to say something, to burst out of the cupboard, but he might do something bad to Billie if I popped up. Besides, I didn't want him to discover my 'secret' hiding place.
Suddenly, I heard another voice from outside.
"Billie! Your front door is open!" There was a gap of time as Billie and Mark stayed silent. "Billie? What the?... Who the fuck are you?"
I sighed in relief. It was Tré. Now Mark couldn't do anything bad, because there's a witness. That also means that Tré didn't do it. I cringed silently as I thought of the horrible accusations that I had made against him. Suddenly, I felt I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to open the door just a little, to get a peek at what was happening.
I pushed the cupboard door open a tiny bit and peered out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Said Tré.
"Something I feel I have to." Mark answered confidently. It sounded like he had been rehearsing this for some time. I saw him reach for something in his pocket.
"What the fuck?" Billie said.
Mark drew a gun out of his jacket pocket. I could see his hand shaking. I gasped; He was pointing the gun at Billie.
Billie was shaking uncontrollably. I knew he didn't like guns, but I didn't think it was this bad.
Lots of random thoughts kept passing through my head. Surely, Mark didn't have the guts to actually kill a person, did he?
"Now wait a second." I heard Tré say, trying to keep calm. "Think about what you're doing. Just put the gun down, and no one gets hurt, okay?"
"NO!" Shouted Mark. "I want things back the way they were. Me and Amy. Before you came along and fucking interfered!" He was still shaking, his hand with the gun in it still pointed at Billie Joe threateningly.
"But you blew your chance." Billie finally piped up. "When you hurt her that was it."
"No. I won't believe that was it. I can change. Things can be normal again."
"They can't." Billie murmured. "Amy's with me now. Accept it."
"FUCK, NO!" Mark shouted and put his finger on the trigger of the gun. I, in my cupboard, didn't want to move. Sudden movements could shock Mark, and make him pull the trigger. As Billie and Tré were standing trapped against the bottom of the stairs, and Mark at the front door, there was no way that Billie could dodge a bullet if Mark did shoot.
"Goodbye, asshole." Mark said. And he pulled the trigger.
