Only I Would Understand, chapter 2
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I opened the door to see my husband on the bed with Blue.
September. I hate this month too. No, my father didn't die, but I hate watching Billie suffer because I can't really do anything to make him feel better.
He looked up at me with his bright sad green eyes then looked back down at Blue. I approached him with caution and sat next to him putting my arm around him and giving him a light hug. His eyes were in a trance and couldn't bare to look at me. He was so helpless. I could see his sad expression wallow on his face. He had his hair infront of him so that I wouldn't have to see him cry.
"I'm sorry honey..." I said trying to confort him.
He sniffled up a tear trying to hold all of them back.
"It's okay Billie. You can cry...it's okay too..." I whispered to him.
He cleared his throat to try to talk but failed because it was twisted up.
"I'm so sorry...is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?" I asked slowly.
He shook his head. I could feel his pain. I hated seeing him like this.
Billie Joe's point of view
I looked down at Blue and it was almost as if it was staring back at me. I couldn't look up to see Adi because I didn't want her to see me cry. I new she was trying to make me feel better.
Dad. I miss him like shit. He just...had to fucking die. WHY DAMM IT? I've never met anyone who could understand this. Mike and Tre can't even make me feel better in September. Not even Tre talking about cocks all the time could even make me smile. I still dread about not having Christmas presents. The one thing I had always wanted was a Guitar and I got that before Christmas. In a way, that was my gift. The best one I had ever gotten. From the best person I had ever met. And that person I am proud to say that I am his son.
"It was just his..." whispered Adi.
I knew she meant well but I couldn't take it anymore. I butted in at the last second.
"Don't...say...time..." I whispered getting the lump out of my throat. "He died because...because..." I started, "OH HELL, GOD FUCKING HATES ME!" I exclaimed shoving Blue in it's case and running out of the room as fast as I could.
"BILLIE! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" I heard Adi scream as I ran down the stairs.
It was too late. I opened the front door and hopped into my black convertible. I started the ol' girl up trying to shove tears out of my face. I backed out of the driveway and hit the road.
Where was I gonna go? That is what I had asked myself. I didn't know.
All I knew was that I had to get the fuck away from all of this. I couldn't stand any of this anymore. I hated that my dad was dead. I just wished that I could talk to him one last time. See him one last time. Hug him again like I used to. I had no idea where to go...but then...an idea struck my mind.
Adrienne's point of view
I raced to the door and looked out into the driveway. Too late. He had already left. I turned and put my arm on the inside of the door resting my head over it. My poor Billie. I wonder where he had went...
"Mom?" said a small voice behind me.
I turned around and there was Joey and Jakob standing there innocently.
"Is daddy okay?" asked Jakob.
I kneelt down infront of both of them so we would be face to face. I leaned in and whispered carefully, "It's September...your grandfather died in this month. Your dad's just really upset about it. Be careful around him okay? Promise me."
I stuck out my pinky out to them. They nodded and pinky swore me. I smiled as they smiled back.
Life living with three boys always seems to get interesting.
The only question that remained in my mind was "Where did Billie run off to?"
September. I hate this month too. No, my father didn't die, but I hate watching Billie suffer because I can't really do anything to make him feel better.
He looked up at me with his bright sad green eyes then looked back down at Blue. I approached him with caution and sat next to him putting my arm around him and giving him a light hug. His eyes were in a trance and couldn't bare to look at me. He was so helpless. I could see his sad expression wallow on his face. He had his hair infront of him so that I wouldn't have to see him cry.
"I'm sorry honey..." I said trying to confort him.
He sniffled up a tear trying to hold all of them back.
"It's okay Billie. You can cry...it's okay too..." I whispered to him.
He cleared his throat to try to talk but failed because it was twisted up.
"I'm so sorry...is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?" I asked slowly.
He shook his head. I could feel his pain. I hated seeing him like this.
Billie Joe's point of view
I looked down at Blue and it was almost as if it was staring back at me. I couldn't look up to see Adi because I didn't want her to see me cry. I new she was trying to make me feel better.
Dad. I miss him like shit. He just...had to fucking die. WHY DAMM IT? I've never met anyone who could understand this. Mike and Tre can't even make me feel better in September. Not even Tre talking about cocks all the time could even make me smile. I still dread about not having Christmas presents. The one thing I had always wanted was a Guitar and I got that before Christmas. In a way, that was my gift. The best one I had ever gotten. From the best person I had ever met. And that person I am proud to say that I am his son.
"It was just his..." whispered Adi.
I knew she meant well but I couldn't take it anymore. I butted in at the last second.
"Don't...say...time..." I whispered getting the lump out of my throat. "He died because...because..." I started, "OH HELL, GOD FUCKING HATES ME!" I exclaimed shoving Blue in it's case and running out of the room as fast as I could.
"BILLIE! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" I heard Adi scream as I ran down the stairs.
It was too late. I opened the front door and hopped into my black convertible. I started the ol' girl up trying to shove tears out of my face. I backed out of the driveway and hit the road.
Where was I gonna go? That is what I had asked myself. I didn't know.
All I knew was that I had to get the fuck away from all of this. I couldn't stand any of this anymore. I hated that my dad was dead. I just wished that I could talk to him one last time. See him one last time. Hug him again like I used to. I had no idea where to go...but then...an idea struck my mind.
Adrienne's point of view
I raced to the door and looked out into the driveway. Too late. He had already left. I turned and put my arm on the inside of the door resting my head over it. My poor Billie. I wonder where he had went...
"Mom?" said a small voice behind me.
I turned around and there was Joey and Jakob standing there innocently.
"Is daddy okay?" asked Jakob.
I kneelt down infront of both of them so we would be face to face. I leaned in and whispered carefully, "It's September...your grandfather died in this month. Your dad's just really upset about it. Be careful around him okay? Promise me."
I stuck out my pinky out to them. They nodded and pinky swore me. I smiled as they smiled back.
Life living with three boys always seems to get interesting.
The only question that remained in my mind was "Where did Billie run off to?"
