Life In Paradise, chapter 13
So... we got up from the park bench and headed for our car (my car.) We held hands everywhere we went now and didn’t seem to want to let go of each other! This was something that I had hoped for...
When we got back to the house after a long day of flirting, snuggling, and just spending time with each other, we lit a fire in the fireplace and sat in front of it! I lit a few candles and opened a window because it was stuffy in there.
We snuggled on the couch, making out! Then we heard something crackling pretty loudly and turned over. The fire had spread on the curtains from the candles. The fireplace was now lighting on fire and smoke was going everywhere. The fire alarm went off. Billie Joe picked me up and ran out of the house. He set me down on the ground and ran back in.
“Billie!� I screamed and ran back in after him. The house had caught fire so quickly that the whole livingroom was ruined. I ran into the bedroom and saw Billie scrambling around for his music and other possessions.
“What are you doing in here? Nevermind, there’s no time, we have to get out of here!� he shouted. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the front hallway, but a fire was blocking our way. We ran over to the back down, but it was so hot that we couldn’t touch it. Our only choice now was the basement, but there was no exit in there. He pushed my down the steps so that I leaped down. They basement was fine, but you could hear all the commotion going on up stairs. Billie opened the small ass window that just stood above the ground and picked me up and pushed me through it. I got out and Billie followed. We ran over to the front of the house and a fire truck was already coming down our way.
As it turns out, the wind from the window blew the curtains and the curtains caught fire, and spread over to the fireplace. It took six hours for the house to stop burning. Tre and Mike were out for a walk when it happened. Everyone was hurting from the experience. I cried and eventually threw up. Billie said that we were lucky to be alive, but I just pushed him away whenever he tried to comfort me. He had saved his guitar that his father had bought him and most of his new material and some of the things that were lying on our dresser. It was tragic site. I couldn’t bare to look at Billie, Mike, or Tre. My aunt came down from Sacramento to help us take care of things. If you are wondering why no other family member but my aunt was there, I’ll tell you: when I was 13 years old, my mother and sister were murdered, when I was 16 my father ran away from me and my grandmother died, and my uncle died soon after that. I was mostly taken care of by my aunt. She was like my mother for a while. Her daughter had come cancer and was in a hospital at the moment. Everywhere I go, I seem to bring bad luck with me. I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed to be alone for a while.
We rented a hotel room for three weeks so the we could find houses. Me and Billie decided to move into a separate house than Mike and Tre. Mike even brought Daniella to come live with him.
So, two weeks passed and Billie found a house up on the far side of Berekely. It was big, well the biggest house that both of us have ever lived in. It was definently celebrity style. Five bedrooms, a fairly large basement, a two room kitchen, dining room, livingroom, den, 4 bathrooms! Stuff like that. It had a big back yard and a big front yard. A four car garage. Dukedom large enough.
The night that we spent out first night in there, I couldn’t sleep. I kept on crying. I didn’t feel right ever since I stepped into the house.
“Hey, you asleep?� Billie sat up.
“No.� I sniffled. Billie leaned over me and wiped the tears away from the bags under my eyes with his thumb. He kissed my cheek and layed his head down on my chest. Then I felt sharp pains shooting in my stomach. I didn’t even whimper about them. I didn’t feel the pain and ignored it. I thought that it was nothing. I got up to get a tissue when my ankles gave out while I walking in the bathroom to get the box. I fell on the floor and the sharp pains came back. I called for Billie Joe and he came rushing. I helped me up.
“Do you wanna go to the hospital?�
“No. It’s nothing, really, well, I don’t know what it is? But don’t worry...I can last.� I replied.
When we got back to the house after a long day of flirting, snuggling, and just spending time with each other, we lit a fire in the fireplace and sat in front of it! I lit a few candles and opened a window because it was stuffy in there.
We snuggled on the couch, making out! Then we heard something crackling pretty loudly and turned over. The fire had spread on the curtains from the candles. The fireplace was now lighting on fire and smoke was going everywhere. The fire alarm went off. Billie Joe picked me up and ran out of the house. He set me down on the ground and ran back in.
“Billie!� I screamed and ran back in after him. The house had caught fire so quickly that the whole livingroom was ruined. I ran into the bedroom and saw Billie scrambling around for his music and other possessions.
“What are you doing in here? Nevermind, there’s no time, we have to get out of here!� he shouted. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the front hallway, but a fire was blocking our way. We ran over to the back down, but it was so hot that we couldn’t touch it. Our only choice now was the basement, but there was no exit in there. He pushed my down the steps so that I leaped down. They basement was fine, but you could hear all the commotion going on up stairs. Billie opened the small ass window that just stood above the ground and picked me up and pushed me through it. I got out and Billie followed. We ran over to the front of the house and a fire truck was already coming down our way.
As it turns out, the wind from the window blew the curtains and the curtains caught fire, and spread over to the fireplace. It took six hours for the house to stop burning. Tre and Mike were out for a walk when it happened. Everyone was hurting from the experience. I cried and eventually threw up. Billie said that we were lucky to be alive, but I just pushed him away whenever he tried to comfort me. He had saved his guitar that his father had bought him and most of his new material and some of the things that were lying on our dresser. It was tragic site. I couldn’t bare to look at Billie, Mike, or Tre. My aunt came down from Sacramento to help us take care of things. If you are wondering why no other family member but my aunt was there, I’ll tell you: when I was 13 years old, my mother and sister were murdered, when I was 16 my father ran away from me and my grandmother died, and my uncle died soon after that. I was mostly taken care of by my aunt. She was like my mother for a while. Her daughter had come cancer and was in a hospital at the moment. Everywhere I go, I seem to bring bad luck with me. I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed to be alone for a while.
We rented a hotel room for three weeks so the we could find houses. Me and Billie decided to move into a separate house than Mike and Tre. Mike even brought Daniella to come live with him.
So, two weeks passed and Billie found a house up on the far side of Berekely. It was big, well the biggest house that both of us have ever lived in. It was definently celebrity style. Five bedrooms, a fairly large basement, a two room kitchen, dining room, livingroom, den, 4 bathrooms! Stuff like that. It had a big back yard and a big front yard. A four car garage. Dukedom large enough.
The night that we spent out first night in there, I couldn’t sleep. I kept on crying. I didn’t feel right ever since I stepped into the house.
“Hey, you asleep?� Billie sat up.
“No.� I sniffled. Billie leaned over me and wiped the tears away from the bags under my eyes with his thumb. He kissed my cheek and layed his head down on my chest. Then I felt sharp pains shooting in my stomach. I didn’t even whimper about them. I didn’t feel the pain and ignored it. I thought that it was nothing. I got up to get a tissue when my ankles gave out while I walking in the bathroom to get the box. I fell on the floor and the sharp pains came back. I called for Billie Joe and he came rushing. I helped me up.
“Do you wanna go to the hospital?�
“No. It’s nothing, really, well, I don’t know what it is? But don’t worry...I can last.� I replied.
