The Day Billie's and Mike's Life Came Crashing Down, chapter 18
*6 hours later*
It was 5:30 and Mike and Billie were returning from thier shopping trip. They went into the room and put thier bags into thier cabnet then went down to the canteen for something to eat. They were just finishing thier drinks when Dr Relva came down to tell thm that Dan had arrived and was waiting outside thier room.
"We'd better go up then," Mike said getting up and putting the plates with the other dirty ones.
When they were near thier room they saw Dan outside, they went up to him and said hi.
"Ah Billie, it's great to see you up and about and that you've got a little bit of weight back on you."
"Thanks and it's nice to see the person who saved and found me."
"Hey it's my job and me and the other officers thought that it would be nice if we got both of you a present so when you walk into your room you will find it on your beds."
"What, you didn't have to get us anything."
"It was no trouble at all and we all wanted to get you something so we pooled all our money together and brought you them, I put them on your bed, when Dr Relva went to get you. Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah, come on Mike, let's see."
"Alright, I'm coming," Mike said following Billie into the room.
"Oh, wow."
"That is gorgeous."
On thier beds was a brand new gibson guitar for Billie and a brand new fender bass guitar for Mike.
"It's nothing much but it will stop you from being bored in here and I got these to go with it." Dan said handing Billie and Mike ten plecs each.
"Thanks, I really don't know what to say, and you really didn't have to do this for us. How are we ever going to repay you for this and saving Billie's life," Mike said.
"Look you don't have to repay me for anything I'm just doing my job and that reminds me, uh, I think that we should get straight to buisness as visiting hours are almost over."
"Yeah sure, please, sit down."
"Thanks."
Dan took a seat at the end of Billie's bed just as he was starting to tune his new guitar in.
"Right, I'll get straight to the point, the trial date has been set and it is in two weeks time."
"Two weeks!?" Billie said looking up from his guitar.
"Yeah, I know, it's a bit soon."
"It's not soon enough, they should be in prison now, they should stay there till they die and then they can rot in hell."
As soon as Billie said 'hell' he burst into tears, after remembering what Tre said to him last night.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing he was just remembering what someone said to him yesterday that's all. Come on Billie, it's alright, look I told you he didn't really mean it. Okay?"
"Okay, I know. It's alright, I'll be alright."
"Look, we'll need you to go up infront of the jury and make a statement of what they did to you and then the jury will take a break for half an hour while they make thier decision and look at the pictures of what condition you were in then when they come back they'll say whether they are guilty or not and then that'll be it."
"But, what if they get pleaded 'not guilty'" Billie said looking from Mike to Dan.
"Well, as I told Mike, if they are pleaded 'not guilty' then we'll get some officers to protect you, but I wouldn't worry, at all the evidence that we have they'll get pleaded 'guilty'."
"That's alright then, but, I don't know if I can see them again, I just can't get up there infront of the jury, with them sitting there pretending to slice my throat, it's just too hard. I'm scared."
"Hey, hey, look it will be alright you don't have to go in and face them if you don't want to, you can just write a statement for the judge to read out and you can wait outside can't he?" Mike asked Dan, putting his arms around Billie.
"Yeah, of course you can, the judge will understand if you don't want to come in."
"See, it will be alright," Mike said, pulling Billie into a reassuring hug.
"So will you come to the trial, you don't have to go in?" Dan asked. Billie nodded.
"Good, will you be able to write a statement for me, to give to the judge, tonight."
"Tonight! Can't you give him some time to take it all in?" Mike said, holding onto Billie more tightly, but gently.
"I'm afraid that I have to give Billie's statement to the judge tomorrow morning, as he isn't going to face the jury. Plus I've got to see the judge tomorrow anyway as I need to give him the photos of Billie."
"Alright, look I'll do it tonight."
"Good, look I've got to go now anyway so I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright. Glad to see that you're alright Billie."
Dan got up and left Billie and Mike on thier own.
"Do you really think that they'd pretend to slice your throat when you're standing infront of the jury?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm just scared that they'd break away from the officers and finish me off."
Billie was scared and he began to shake. He really was scared, because they could actually break away from the officers and finish him off. Mike knew this but he asked the question anyway.
"Plus, Tre's going to hurt me aswell," Billie said looking up at Mike.
"What!? No he's not, I already told you, he didn't mean it, he was just angry," Mike said looking into Billie's soft, shiny green eyes.
"He is. Anyway, I'm going down to the canteen to write my statement and get a drink. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, ok."
Billie got up and took a notebook out of his table draw and some money then went down to the canteen to write his statement. Once he turned around the corner that leads to the stairs, Mike closed the door and called for Tre.
"What do you want?" Tre snapped at Mike.
"Don't tell me, that you're still angry with Billie, he didn't mean it. Look, I need you to do something for me. It's important."
"What do you want me to do?"
Mike went up to Tre and told him what he wanted him to do for him.
"You want me to do what!? No way! I am not going to do that especially not for Billie. I mean, I like you and I'd do anything for you but there is no way I'm doing that just to make him happy!"
"Tre! Please! I really want Billie to be happy, so do this for me, please and make up with Billie. I know deep down in your heart that you care about Billie and you don't want him to be hurt or upset anymore so please, please do me this favour, I don't ask for much do I?"
"Fine! I'll do it. When do you want me to get him here?"
"Can you get him here tomorrow night when Billie's playing his new guitar. Thank you Tre, I really apprieciate it."
"Sure, whatever, can you just give Billie this? I'll see you later."
"Ok, sure. See you later."
Tre then disappeared and Mike started to play his new bass guitar.
After an hour and a half, Billie came back up and put his notebook on his side table and sat on his bed.
"You took a long time down in the canteen," Mike said putting his bass away.
"Yeah, sorry after I wrote my statement I wrote a couple of new songs," Billie said in a hoarse voice.
"Have you been crying?"
Billie nodded.
"Was it when you wrote the part about what they did to you?"
Billie nodded again.
"It's alright. It's over, you've written it now and it'll be all over in a couple of weeks. Then you'll be safe for the rest of your life. Oh, I almost forgot Tre gave me this to give to you!"
"What is it?"
"Read it and find out."
Billie opened the letter up and all that was written was the words 'Sorry Billie'.
"I'm sorry too Tre," Billie said and then he went to sleep with the piece of paper in his hand.
Mike looked at Billie and smiled. Billie will be really happy when he sees what Mike's got planned for him tomorrow night. He fell asleep a few minutes later.
For Billie's statement he had wrote:
I, Billie Joe Armstrong, am going to tell you what happened to me a few weeks ago. It all began on the day that I was released from the hospital, Mike picked me up and was taking me home where we had a lovely meal. After the meal I went up to bed and went to sleep, but, I woke up in tears because I had a nightmare that Stuart and his gang broke into our house and they had a gun, they knocked Mike into the wall and made him pass out then they came up to my room and grabbed me by the throat and tied me up. Mike came up to check on me and saw me crying I told him what I just saw but he didn't believe me when he went back downstairs I could hear him yelling at someone. The next second I heard a lamp break and footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt two people pulling me out of bed and dragging me down the stairs. When I reached the bottom I cried for Mike to help but he was lying unconcious next to a broken lamp. I screamed for him to get up but he remained still and unconcious. Stuart then poured oil around Mike in a semi-circle and lit a match and set the oil alight, they wouldn't let me look away from Mike but when I kept on screaming they tied a sock in my mouth and tied my arms behind my back then Stuart ordered the two members who were holding me to take me out to the back of thier van where they injected some stuff into my system that knocked me out.
When I woke up I was tied to a chair, my vision was still abit blurry but I could just make out four figures in the corner. They came up to me and punched my jaw. I just tried to cry out for help but whatever noise I made I got hit further. I kept having the image of Mike in my mind and I couldn't get it out of my head, I started to cry silently but even if I cried I got another beating, I was so bruised and couldn't move my arms. But I could feel the rope cut into my skin. After two days I was so thin and weak, if Mike had walked in at that moment he wouldn't have recognised me. I could hardly move, I was bruised and cut and I got threatened that I'd be shot if I didn't stay quiet. I was scared and couldn't sleep as I was in a difficult position. Stuart and his gang entered the room and came up to me. I told them not to hurt me, I could hardly talk, they threatened me with a gun again and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. They got fed up of my pleas and crying and beat me up further and left me there to hope that someone would find me in time before I died in that chair. The next thing I knew I past out. When I woke up I found myself in hospital and I was aching all over. I was attached to a drip and was on a breathing machine over night. I was so glad to see Mike and that he was safe. But I was scared that they'd find me and finish me off.
It was 5:30 and Mike and Billie were returning from thier shopping trip. They went into the room and put thier bags into thier cabnet then went down to the canteen for something to eat. They were just finishing thier drinks when Dr Relva came down to tell thm that Dan had arrived and was waiting outside thier room.
"We'd better go up then," Mike said getting up and putting the plates with the other dirty ones.
When they were near thier room they saw Dan outside, they went up to him and said hi.
"Ah Billie, it's great to see you up and about and that you've got a little bit of weight back on you."
"Thanks and it's nice to see the person who saved and found me."
"Hey it's my job and me and the other officers thought that it would be nice if we got both of you a present so when you walk into your room you will find it on your beds."
"What, you didn't have to get us anything."
"It was no trouble at all and we all wanted to get you something so we pooled all our money together and brought you them, I put them on your bed, when Dr Relva went to get you. Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah, come on Mike, let's see."
"Alright, I'm coming," Mike said following Billie into the room.
"Oh, wow."
"That is gorgeous."
On thier beds was a brand new gibson guitar for Billie and a brand new fender bass guitar for Mike.
"It's nothing much but it will stop you from being bored in here and I got these to go with it." Dan said handing Billie and Mike ten plecs each.
"Thanks, I really don't know what to say, and you really didn't have to do this for us. How are we ever going to repay you for this and saving Billie's life," Mike said.
"Look you don't have to repay me for anything I'm just doing my job and that reminds me, uh, I think that we should get straight to buisness as visiting hours are almost over."
"Yeah sure, please, sit down."
"Thanks."
Dan took a seat at the end of Billie's bed just as he was starting to tune his new guitar in.
"Right, I'll get straight to the point, the trial date has been set and it is in two weeks time."
"Two weeks!?" Billie said looking up from his guitar.
"Yeah, I know, it's a bit soon."
"It's not soon enough, they should be in prison now, they should stay there till they die and then they can rot in hell."
As soon as Billie said 'hell' he burst into tears, after remembering what Tre said to him last night.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing he was just remembering what someone said to him yesterday that's all. Come on Billie, it's alright, look I told you he didn't really mean it. Okay?"
"Okay, I know. It's alright, I'll be alright."
"Look, we'll need you to go up infront of the jury and make a statement of what they did to you and then the jury will take a break for half an hour while they make thier decision and look at the pictures of what condition you were in then when they come back they'll say whether they are guilty or not and then that'll be it."
"But, what if they get pleaded 'not guilty'" Billie said looking from Mike to Dan.
"Well, as I told Mike, if they are pleaded 'not guilty' then we'll get some officers to protect you, but I wouldn't worry, at all the evidence that we have they'll get pleaded 'guilty'."
"That's alright then, but, I don't know if I can see them again, I just can't get up there infront of the jury, with them sitting there pretending to slice my throat, it's just too hard. I'm scared."
"Hey, hey, look it will be alright you don't have to go in and face them if you don't want to, you can just write a statement for the judge to read out and you can wait outside can't he?" Mike asked Dan, putting his arms around Billie.
"Yeah, of course you can, the judge will understand if you don't want to come in."
"See, it will be alright," Mike said, pulling Billie into a reassuring hug.
"So will you come to the trial, you don't have to go in?" Dan asked. Billie nodded.
"Good, will you be able to write a statement for me, to give to the judge, tonight."
"Tonight! Can't you give him some time to take it all in?" Mike said, holding onto Billie more tightly, but gently.
"I'm afraid that I have to give Billie's statement to the judge tomorrow morning, as he isn't going to face the jury. Plus I've got to see the judge tomorrow anyway as I need to give him the photos of Billie."
"Alright, look I'll do it tonight."
"Good, look I've got to go now anyway so I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright. Glad to see that you're alright Billie."
Dan got up and left Billie and Mike on thier own.
"Do you really think that they'd pretend to slice your throat when you're standing infront of the jury?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm just scared that they'd break away from the officers and finish me off."
Billie was scared and he began to shake. He really was scared, because they could actually break away from the officers and finish him off. Mike knew this but he asked the question anyway.
"Plus, Tre's going to hurt me aswell," Billie said looking up at Mike.
"What!? No he's not, I already told you, he didn't mean it, he was just angry," Mike said looking into Billie's soft, shiny green eyes.
"He is. Anyway, I'm going down to the canteen to write my statement and get a drink. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, ok."
Billie got up and took a notebook out of his table draw and some money then went down to the canteen to write his statement. Once he turned around the corner that leads to the stairs, Mike closed the door and called for Tre.
"What do you want?" Tre snapped at Mike.
"Don't tell me, that you're still angry with Billie, he didn't mean it. Look, I need you to do something for me. It's important."
"What do you want me to do?"
Mike went up to Tre and told him what he wanted him to do for him.
"You want me to do what!? No way! I am not going to do that especially not for Billie. I mean, I like you and I'd do anything for you but there is no way I'm doing that just to make him happy!"
"Tre! Please! I really want Billie to be happy, so do this for me, please and make up with Billie. I know deep down in your heart that you care about Billie and you don't want him to be hurt or upset anymore so please, please do me this favour, I don't ask for much do I?"
"Fine! I'll do it. When do you want me to get him here?"
"Can you get him here tomorrow night when Billie's playing his new guitar. Thank you Tre, I really apprieciate it."
"Sure, whatever, can you just give Billie this? I'll see you later."
"Ok, sure. See you later."
Tre then disappeared and Mike started to play his new bass guitar.
After an hour and a half, Billie came back up and put his notebook on his side table and sat on his bed.
"You took a long time down in the canteen," Mike said putting his bass away.
"Yeah, sorry after I wrote my statement I wrote a couple of new songs," Billie said in a hoarse voice.
"Have you been crying?"
Billie nodded.
"Was it when you wrote the part about what they did to you?"
Billie nodded again.
"It's alright. It's over, you've written it now and it'll be all over in a couple of weeks. Then you'll be safe for the rest of your life. Oh, I almost forgot Tre gave me this to give to you!"
"What is it?"
"Read it and find out."
Billie opened the letter up and all that was written was the words 'Sorry Billie'.
"I'm sorry too Tre," Billie said and then he went to sleep with the piece of paper in his hand.
Mike looked at Billie and smiled. Billie will be really happy when he sees what Mike's got planned for him tomorrow night. He fell asleep a few minutes later.
For Billie's statement he had wrote:
I, Billie Joe Armstrong, am going to tell you what happened to me a few weeks ago. It all began on the day that I was released from the hospital, Mike picked me up and was taking me home where we had a lovely meal. After the meal I went up to bed and went to sleep, but, I woke up in tears because I had a nightmare that Stuart and his gang broke into our house and they had a gun, they knocked Mike into the wall and made him pass out then they came up to my room and grabbed me by the throat and tied me up. Mike came up to check on me and saw me crying I told him what I just saw but he didn't believe me when he went back downstairs I could hear him yelling at someone. The next second I heard a lamp break and footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt two people pulling me out of bed and dragging me down the stairs. When I reached the bottom I cried for Mike to help but he was lying unconcious next to a broken lamp. I screamed for him to get up but he remained still and unconcious. Stuart then poured oil around Mike in a semi-circle and lit a match and set the oil alight, they wouldn't let me look away from Mike but when I kept on screaming they tied a sock in my mouth and tied my arms behind my back then Stuart ordered the two members who were holding me to take me out to the back of thier van where they injected some stuff into my system that knocked me out.
When I woke up I was tied to a chair, my vision was still abit blurry but I could just make out four figures in the corner. They came up to me and punched my jaw. I just tried to cry out for help but whatever noise I made I got hit further. I kept having the image of Mike in my mind and I couldn't get it out of my head, I started to cry silently but even if I cried I got another beating, I was so bruised and couldn't move my arms. But I could feel the rope cut into my skin. After two days I was so thin and weak, if Mike had walked in at that moment he wouldn't have recognised me. I could hardly move, I was bruised and cut and I got threatened that I'd be shot if I didn't stay quiet. I was scared and couldn't sleep as I was in a difficult position. Stuart and his gang entered the room and came up to me. I told them not to hurt me, I could hardly talk, they threatened me with a gun again and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. They got fed up of my pleas and crying and beat me up further and left me there to hope that someone would find me in time before I died in that chair. The next thing I knew I past out. When I woke up I found myself in hospital and I was aching all over. I was attached to a drip and was on a breathing machine over night. I was so glad to see Mike and that he was safe. But I was scared that they'd find me and finish me off.
