Life Changes, chapter 6

"Get over here girl," my drunken stepfather slurred. "N-no," I stammered, stepping back. "Chassidy, get in the house, now," Billie said, slowly getting up. Uh-oh. Serious Billie. He never calls me by my real name.

"Billie, I...," I began. No, he wouldn't take it. "Get in the house!" he yelled at me, slowly reaching down to grab a bat. "No," I whispered. "Chass, get in the fucking house!" Mike screamed, finally coming to life and getting up off the wall.

"No! I can't! You don't know what he'll do to you if you get in the way!" I yelled, stepping foward. Stan's gaze was kept on me. He didn't notice Billie or Mike, weapons at hand. "I don't care what he does to me!" Billie yelled,"As long as you're okay!" I was shocked. I didn't think Billie would ever say something like that to me. I took a step back toward the door.

"Step inside," Stan said, "And your two little friends will get it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out...a gun. I gasped. I took another step foward. I didn't want him to hurt them. Never. I never thought he would even try and do something like this. He did anyway. I screamed.

Billie lay on the ground in a puddle of blood. A bullet in his leg. Mike sprang foward with my skateboard in his hand. "MIKE, NO!" I screamed. Stan pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing.

"Out of ammo?" Mike smirked, leaning on the skateboard. "Godamn blasted thing!" Stan swore, shaking the gun,"Ah, well." He threw it on the ground. He rushed over and grabbed me by the arm. Suddenly, he yelped and fell to the ground. I looked up. Billie was standing behind him with the bat raised over his head. An expression of pain was in his face. I smiled.

I rushed over and hugged him. "Augh!" he yelled, "Leg, leg!" I backed off with my hands in the air. "Oh! I'm sorry! I forgot!"
"How could you forget a fucking thing like me being shot in the leg?!" he yelled, holding his leg and hopping up and down. Mike ran over to hold him up. "Go inside and call 911," he said. "Right," I said as I walked through the screen door into Billie Joe's house. I could hear Billie screaming in pain. Where's the fucking phone when you need it? I thought to myself.

I went to look in Billie's room. He usually used it. I went in, tripping over countless beer bottles and made it to the bed. I found it on the bedside table, surrounded by cigarette buds. "Billie..." I moaned, as I rushed to grab the phone. I dialed '911' as fast as my fingers would let me. Which was pretty fast, since it's only three numbers.

I could hear a dial tone. "Rodeo, 911," a lady said over the line, "What is your emergancy?"
"Yes," I said, hurridely. My voice was quaky as I was on the verge of tears. "Um," I continued,"My friend has been shot in the leg. It didn't happen less than five minutes ago." I was crying now. "Calm down, honey," she said,"Where is it?"
"At his house," I said, "His parents aren't home."
"Yes," she said impatiently,"But where is it?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, bawling like a baby. I told her the address and in less than five minutes, an ambulance and at least five S.W.A.T cars were parked out in the driveway, lights flashing.

I watched as they pulled up Stan and confiscated the gun. He moaned as they put his hands behind his back and pulled him up. There was no hair to grab. He's bald.

I walked beside the bed as they carried Billie into the car. "Chassy," he said, weakily and putting a hand on my arm. "What?" I said, turning around. "I... I need you to stay with me," he continued. "Of course," I said. He nodded, wincing in pain. I hopped in my car and followed by Mike, we were off.