I Ran Away To Hell, chapter 4
I woke up with Billie at my side.
"Did you sleep well?" He said in a voice so sweet, that for a moment, I had forgotten about last night.
"Yes I woke up well. Considering the circumstances. I mean, for all I know, I could have woken up in the hospital! Or dead!"
Now I knew those last two things were highly unlikely, but hey, you say what you got to say to get through to that bastard.
Billie looked utterly confused. He pulled away the sheets that covered my body, and I immediately curled up into a ball, trying to hide the bruises. Billie scanned my body, pausing at pieces of bruises that I couldn't cover up.
"Who did this to you?" I guess he was trying to play dumb.
"You did you fucking bastard," I buried my head into the pillow.
I didn't want to have to look at him.
He looked shocked. I looked up at him when I heard him gasp. He stood up, pacing the room.
"Got it!" He shouted.
He walked up to me and grabbed my hands. I pulled away.
"What?" I said hesitantly.
"Al! I called him last night... And he said he'd be over to help me... I must've fallen asleep... " said Billie, thinking.
It was possible, I had to say. Their voices were similar and could be mistaken for the other in the dark or on the phone. I nod, waiting for him to continue. He didn't.
"So, what you're saying, it wasn't you that... "
He shook his head.
"Bastard." I muttered, instantly angry.
"Yeah. But let me explain this." He said, sitting on my bed.
Last Night - Billie's POV
"Al, can I ask you something?"
"Sure buddy, anything for a little fucker like you." The drummer said, sitting down.
"Well, I don't think Rachel likes me as much as she says... what can I do to help her like me more?"
"Hm... " He paused, and thought for a moment, "Well, you can kick her ass."
I gulped. "Like... abuse?" I said, slightly ticked.
Al knew I was strongly against domestic violence. What with Brad and all.
"No, like giving her a present, of course abuse!" He said.
I shrunk back and shook my head.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Well, you can always take her to a romantic restaurant. Pfft. She will so love you then."
End Flashback - End Billie's POV
Rachel nodded. She looked at Billie, eyes tearful.
"How could you think, for a moment, that I didn't love you as much as I say?"
She rolled over and hid in her comforter.
"Sorry." He mumbled, and left the room.
***
"Rachel! Get your ass down here!" shouted Billie.
"Coming!" said a hurried Rachel.
She slipped on her little black dress and pulled up her hair. She walked down the stairs and made a 'grand' entrance.
Mike whistled and Rachel smiled. She took Billie's arm as he led her to the car. He was in a nice black shirt and black pants. People probably thought they were going to a funeral.
Billie parked the car outside a fancy restaurant and helped Rachel out. They had to wait to be seated, so they walked outside in the garden.
"Rachel, I'm sorry about last week. I shouldn't have called Al."
"It's okay, I mean it." Rachel said, pecking him on the cheek.
"Billie, hold on, I want to get a picture," She turned to a man not far from her, "Excuse me, could you take a picture for me?"
The man nodded. He held up the camera, and took the picture.
"Thank you," She said.
The man didn't reply. He had a grim look on his face. Then he walked away.
"Rachel, come on, it's time for us to get seated," Billie replied, turning.
"Rachel?" He said, panic rising in his young voice.
But she wasn't there.
"Did you sleep well?" He said in a voice so sweet, that for a moment, I had forgotten about last night.
"Yes I woke up well. Considering the circumstances. I mean, for all I know, I could have woken up in the hospital! Or dead!"
Now I knew those last two things were highly unlikely, but hey, you say what you got to say to get through to that bastard.
Billie looked utterly confused. He pulled away the sheets that covered my body, and I immediately curled up into a ball, trying to hide the bruises. Billie scanned my body, pausing at pieces of bruises that I couldn't cover up.
"Who did this to you?" I guess he was trying to play dumb.
"You did you fucking bastard," I buried my head into the pillow.
I didn't want to have to look at him.
He looked shocked. I looked up at him when I heard him gasp. He stood up, pacing the room.
"Got it!" He shouted.
He walked up to me and grabbed my hands. I pulled away.
"What?" I said hesitantly.
"Al! I called him last night... And he said he'd be over to help me... I must've fallen asleep... " said Billie, thinking.
It was possible, I had to say. Their voices were similar and could be mistaken for the other in the dark or on the phone. I nod, waiting for him to continue. He didn't.
"So, what you're saying, it wasn't you that... "
He shook his head.
"Bastard." I muttered, instantly angry.
"Yeah. But let me explain this." He said, sitting on my bed.
Last Night - Billie's POV
"Al, can I ask you something?"
"Sure buddy, anything for a little fucker like you." The drummer said, sitting down.
"Well, I don't think Rachel likes me as much as she says... what can I do to help her like me more?"
"Hm... " He paused, and thought for a moment, "Well, you can kick her ass."
I gulped. "Like... abuse?" I said, slightly ticked.
Al knew I was strongly against domestic violence. What with Brad and all.
"No, like giving her a present, of course abuse!" He said.
I shrunk back and shook my head.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Well, you can always take her to a romantic restaurant. Pfft. She will so love you then."
End Flashback - End Billie's POV
Rachel nodded. She looked at Billie, eyes tearful.
"How could you think, for a moment, that I didn't love you as much as I say?"
She rolled over and hid in her comforter.
"Sorry." He mumbled, and left the room.
***
"Rachel! Get your ass down here!" shouted Billie.
"Coming!" said a hurried Rachel.
She slipped on her little black dress and pulled up her hair. She walked down the stairs and made a 'grand' entrance.
Mike whistled and Rachel smiled. She took Billie's arm as he led her to the car. He was in a nice black shirt and black pants. People probably thought they were going to a funeral.
Billie parked the car outside a fancy restaurant and helped Rachel out. They had to wait to be seated, so they walked outside in the garden.
"Rachel, I'm sorry about last week. I shouldn't have called Al."
"It's okay, I mean it." Rachel said, pecking him on the cheek.
"Billie, hold on, I want to get a picture," She turned to a man not far from her, "Excuse me, could you take a picture for me?"
The man nodded. He held up the camera, and took the picture.
"Thank you," She said.
The man didn't reply. He had a grim look on his face. Then he walked away.
"Rachel, come on, it's time for us to get seated," Billie replied, turning.
"Rachel?" He said, panic rising in his young voice.
But she wasn't there.
