"Is There A Gas Leak?", chapter 9
RECAP:
"No," Carl said "Knows I found you after someone complained and switched my dorm that day I left."
END RECAP
**Lindsey's POV**
"Holy...... Shit... " I said and then stopped. "That son of a bitch!" I screamed and everyone stopped and stared. "Carl give me you phone so I can find mine. Someone's going to get a little call right about now!" I said and walked off. Carl just stood there. It was better if he didn't hear this. I called my cell probably 200 times before I found it in Wardrobe. I don't even remember when I was back here. Oh, well. I scrolled through my phone book until I found my Dad's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hi sweetie! I haven't heard from you in forever." he said
"Neither had Carl you son of a bitch." I screamed at him rather calmly.
"Honey, I have no clue what your talking about, maybe your mother knows what your talking about." he said sweetly.
"Cut the 'I'm the best Dad in the world shit' I know what I'm talking about. You switched his dorm and I thought I lost him forever. But guess what? I didn't and he really loves me. Guess what else! We both live together and were both on tour with Green Day and these have been the best days of my life. Guess who's not going to be invited to the wedding!" I spat out all in one breath and hung up. I still couldn't believe this.
**Carl's POV**
Lizzie's been gone for awhile and I'd better figure out where she went. I looked everywhere until I found her sitting outside wardrobe. She wasn't crying or anything.
"Lizzie...." I stammered, not sure of what reaction I would get.
"I'm engaged, you love me, I'm on tour, lets go celebrate." she said and got up. We walked back out and met the guys along with the Bass tech, Brian, that was also going drinking with us.
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**Lizzie's POV**
"Now that was fun, but I don't think Carl should have had a shot contest with Brian. I'm sure this is going to turn out "Great" tomorrow. I'm kind of glad that I hadn't had that many because I'm pretty much holding him up so he can walk. God this only makes me think of one thing. That line from Homecoming that goes 'She had enough and he had plenty'. Yeah, he had PLENTY." I thought as we got in the hotel room.
"Hey come on, its our engagement night lets.... Lets f... Fuck." Carl slurred.
"Just shut up and go to bed, you've had way to much to drink, you'd probably just puke all over me." I said
"Did you not hear me bitch?" he asked, slapped me, pushed me down, and bit me. "I said I wanna knock up you lil.. Little whore!" he slurred "You're mine and I'm... I'm claiming you."
"WHAT?!?" I practically screamed. I mean yeah, one day but not now, not like this. He didn't pay a bit of attention, as he struggled to get my belt off, thank god he was almost too drunk to manage that.
"Carl! Get off me!" I screamed and he pinned me down even more and bit me harder. I couldn't get out from under him and started to cry. I just had to lay there. Then an opportunity came and I had to take it. There was only one way....... WHAM! I punched him straight in the face. He fell back hit his head and was out cold. I started to cry even harder, I didn't like seeing him out cold, helpless, on the floor, but there was no other way. I took off my ring and sat it down on the bedside table. "It's over." I whispered to an empty room through tears.
I left my bags and decided I'd get another room for the night. I went down to the lobby and started counting my cash. I was about $20 short of getting a room, and my credit and bank cards were upstairs. I wasn't going up there anytime soon. "Shit, just my luck." I thought. The only thing left to do was sleep on the bus since I still had a spare key from when I had to run errands for the guys. It was still parked where I thought it was to my advantage.
I put the key in the lock and the bus was empty like planned. I decided I'd just sleep on the couch so it didn't look like I'd disturbed the bunks. And decided, I'd risk stealing some beer or coffee... Whatever came first... The fridge did. "Beer it is." I said to this bus that probably was worth more than the house I grew up in. I chugged it down on the couch and thought I'd fall asleep in an hour or two. It was then that I heard the sound of a key scratching around trying to find the lock. My eyes grew wide as the key made it in the lock. "SHIT!" I whispered and ditched the bottle behind the couch and laid down so I was "asleep".
**Mike's POV**
"God why did Billie have to break the coffee maker in my room? It's past midnight and I can't find the lock on this damn door. Don't tell me I have to break into our own bus." I finally got into the bus and found the lights. Lindsey was sleeping on the couch, that or passed out, I couldn't see her face.
"God, don't tell me they fucked on OUR bus, only we can do that." I said to who I thought was sleeping. I turned to the kitchen and then I heard a quiet little "Ugh, Dumbass." out of nowhere.
"Well, someone's awake." I said while trying to find a can of coffee.
"Yeah, I am." she said sitting up slowly. I turned around to get a good look. Her eyes were red and swollen and her makeup running everywhere. This couldn't be good.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in your room?" I asked.
**Lizzie's POV**
Oh, shit what am I suppose to do now?!? An excuse... An excuse.... If I didn't have anything to drink at all tonight then I could come up with something... Grrr..
"I just wanted to get that whole on tour experience." I said. Ok, that was lame, I'm screwed.
"That's total bullshit kid." Mike said
"Ok, troubled times, you know I can not lie," I started before he cut me off
"Are you off the wagon and Hitchin' A Ride too?" he asked
"I didn't even think about that." I answered "It's kind of a long story... And one I really don't wanna tell." Mike came over with two mugs and sat down.
"We work whatever this is about out now, this isn't going to fuck up tour, I don't care if it's a long story." he said
So I started to tell my story. "Well, we all split from drinking, and you know Carl was defiantly piss ass drunk. We got back in the room and he... " I stopped at the next part. I didn't know if I could spit it out or not. "He wanted to fuck, and I told him no. So then he pretty much raped me. He told he wanted to knock me up so that you could tell he calmed me." And then there was one of those awkward silences that are dreaded from any point of view.
"Holy shit....." he said
"Yeah holy shit...."
"No," Carl said "Knows I found you after someone complained and switched my dorm that day I left."
END RECAP
**Lindsey's POV**
"Holy...... Shit... " I said and then stopped. "That son of a bitch!" I screamed and everyone stopped and stared. "Carl give me you phone so I can find mine. Someone's going to get a little call right about now!" I said and walked off. Carl just stood there. It was better if he didn't hear this. I called my cell probably 200 times before I found it in Wardrobe. I don't even remember when I was back here. Oh, well. I scrolled through my phone book until I found my Dad's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hi sweetie! I haven't heard from you in forever." he said
"Neither had Carl you son of a bitch." I screamed at him rather calmly.
"Honey, I have no clue what your talking about, maybe your mother knows what your talking about." he said sweetly.
"Cut the 'I'm the best Dad in the world shit' I know what I'm talking about. You switched his dorm and I thought I lost him forever. But guess what? I didn't and he really loves me. Guess what else! We both live together and were both on tour with Green Day and these have been the best days of my life. Guess who's not going to be invited to the wedding!" I spat out all in one breath and hung up. I still couldn't believe this.
**Carl's POV**
Lizzie's been gone for awhile and I'd better figure out where she went. I looked everywhere until I found her sitting outside wardrobe. She wasn't crying or anything.
"Lizzie...." I stammered, not sure of what reaction I would get.
"I'm engaged, you love me, I'm on tour, lets go celebrate." she said and got up. We walked back out and met the guys along with the Bass tech, Brian, that was also going drinking with us.
***
**Lizzie's POV**
"Now that was fun, but I don't think Carl should have had a shot contest with Brian. I'm sure this is going to turn out "Great" tomorrow. I'm kind of glad that I hadn't had that many because I'm pretty much holding him up so he can walk. God this only makes me think of one thing. That line from Homecoming that goes 'She had enough and he had plenty'. Yeah, he had PLENTY." I thought as we got in the hotel room.
"Hey come on, its our engagement night lets.... Lets f... Fuck." Carl slurred.
"Just shut up and go to bed, you've had way to much to drink, you'd probably just puke all over me." I said
"Did you not hear me bitch?" he asked, slapped me, pushed me down, and bit me. "I said I wanna knock up you lil.. Little whore!" he slurred "You're mine and I'm... I'm claiming you."
"WHAT?!?" I practically screamed. I mean yeah, one day but not now, not like this. He didn't pay a bit of attention, as he struggled to get my belt off, thank god he was almost too drunk to manage that.
"Carl! Get off me!" I screamed and he pinned me down even more and bit me harder. I couldn't get out from under him and started to cry. I just had to lay there. Then an opportunity came and I had to take it. There was only one way....... WHAM! I punched him straight in the face. He fell back hit his head and was out cold. I started to cry even harder, I didn't like seeing him out cold, helpless, on the floor, but there was no other way. I took off my ring and sat it down on the bedside table. "It's over." I whispered to an empty room through tears.
I left my bags and decided I'd get another room for the night. I went down to the lobby and started counting my cash. I was about $20 short of getting a room, and my credit and bank cards were upstairs. I wasn't going up there anytime soon. "Shit, just my luck." I thought. The only thing left to do was sleep on the bus since I still had a spare key from when I had to run errands for the guys. It was still parked where I thought it was to my advantage.
I put the key in the lock and the bus was empty like planned. I decided I'd just sleep on the couch so it didn't look like I'd disturbed the bunks. And decided, I'd risk stealing some beer or coffee... Whatever came first... The fridge did. "Beer it is." I said to this bus that probably was worth more than the house I grew up in. I chugged it down on the couch and thought I'd fall asleep in an hour or two. It was then that I heard the sound of a key scratching around trying to find the lock. My eyes grew wide as the key made it in the lock. "SHIT!" I whispered and ditched the bottle behind the couch and laid down so I was "asleep".
**Mike's POV**
"God why did Billie have to break the coffee maker in my room? It's past midnight and I can't find the lock on this damn door. Don't tell me I have to break into our own bus." I finally got into the bus and found the lights. Lindsey was sleeping on the couch, that or passed out, I couldn't see her face.
"God, don't tell me they fucked on OUR bus, only we can do that." I said to who I thought was sleeping. I turned to the kitchen and then I heard a quiet little "Ugh, Dumbass." out of nowhere.
"Well, someone's awake." I said while trying to find a can of coffee.
"Yeah, I am." she said sitting up slowly. I turned around to get a good look. Her eyes were red and swollen and her makeup running everywhere. This couldn't be good.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in your room?" I asked.
**Lizzie's POV**
Oh, shit what am I suppose to do now?!? An excuse... An excuse.... If I didn't have anything to drink at all tonight then I could come up with something... Grrr..
"I just wanted to get that whole on tour experience." I said. Ok, that was lame, I'm screwed.
"That's total bullshit kid." Mike said
"Ok, troubled times, you know I can not lie," I started before he cut me off
"Are you off the wagon and Hitchin' A Ride too?" he asked
"I didn't even think about that." I answered "It's kind of a long story... And one I really don't wanna tell." Mike came over with two mugs and sat down.
"We work whatever this is about out now, this isn't going to fuck up tour, I don't care if it's a long story." he said
So I started to tell my story. "Well, we all split from drinking, and you know Carl was defiantly piss ass drunk. We got back in the room and he... " I stopped at the next part. I didn't know if I could spit it out or not. "He wanted to fuck, and I told him no. So then he pretty much raped me. He told he wanted to knock me up so that you could tell he calmed me." And then there was one of those awkward silences that are dreaded from any point of view.
"Holy shit....." he said
"Yeah holy shit...."
