I Dare You..., chapter 8
It was the day before Billie's 18th birthday and he wasn't at lunch. "Where's Billie?" I asked.
Tre had taken a huge bite out of his hamburger and was about to talk before Mike cut him off. "He said he officially dropped school. So I figure he's going to get drunk everyday." I jumped at the word 'drunk.' Tre and Mike saw me jump. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?" I asked pretending not to know what they were talking about.
"You jumped when Mike said drunk. Why?" asked Tre in that concerned voice he had. Now I'm thinking that leaving him was a terrible mistake. "And where did you get that scar from?"
He was talking about from when Billie hit me the other night; it was a scar now. I couldn't tell them that Billie had hit me. "Oh, um... I got that, from, when I opened my locker into my head." I lied. I didn't like lying to the guys, but I had to. "So, what did you guys get Billie for his birthday?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"We both got him something for his guitar. What did you get him?" asked Mikey.
"I'll just show you." I reached into my purse and pulled out a little box and handed it to Mike. "I'm going to wrap it tonight."
Mike opened the box and saw a set of keys. Mike mouth dropped when he saw the keys. "You got him keys?" asked Tre confused.
"Tre!" Mike practically screamed. "She got him a car! You little rich, really rich girl!(Mike screaming at me) What kind of car did you get him?"
"He said he likes Mustang's, right? And it's completely paid for, so the only thing he has to pay for is gas and stuff like that."
"That lucky bastard. First he gets you, then a car. He is spoiled." Mike seemed a little jealous, but I don't blame him; I mean, I just gave him a brand new car. How much luckier can he get?
"Ok, I'll get you a car for your birthday," I said, trying to make him feel better.
"I like Corvette's," Mike said really fast.
"And I like Camaro's, especially yours. It's so clean, no scratches, and stuff and stuff." Tre has his own personality and it just makes me laugh. He's an awesome friend. Friend; why did I do that? Tre's just being himself and he can't really change that. So what if he's horny all the time? That's not really a good reason for leaving him, is it?
So, it's after school and we're at Billie's getting drunk 'cause it's birthday. We all had one beer before we all fat down in the living room where Billie opened the gifts that we had given him; I sat next to Billie. Mike and Tre gave him their gifts and Billie absolutely loved it. Then he saw my little box; I think he was a little shocked at how small it was. But once he opened it and saw the keys, his eyes opened wider than I have ever seen them.
He looked up and at me and said "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head. "Is it here?" I nodded. Billie shot off like a rocket to the door. He opened his front door to see a silver Mustang sitting in his driveway. He ran over to it and opened the door. He sat down and ran his hands up and down the leather seats. He then got out and opened the hood and said "Holy shit! Look at all the power this things got!"
This went on for about another five minutes and then we all walked back inside. Billie was the last one in. He ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug ever, then he started making out with me. "Thank you so much, babe."
"No problem. You just have to promise me one thing," I said.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Never drink then go driving in it. One, you'll get hurt. Two, you'll wreck the car and that car's pretty hot." I kind of sounded like a mother the way I was talking to him.
"I can do that. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Billie gave me another hug that seemed to last forever. He released me and turned to Mike and Tre and gave them a hug too for their gifts. I could tell Billie was a little tipsy. Through out the party we all keep getting drunker by the minute. By about 2 in the morning, we were all passed out on Billie's living room floor. Mike and Tre had left before I got up; I don't recover from hangovers as well as they do. I woke up on the floor; I looked up onto the couch to see Billie drinking a beer. There were about five other beer bottles sitting on the table, so he's been drinking a while and he's probably drunk. Wait, he's drunk and we're alone.
"Hey babe," he slurred. He's drunk. I sat up and looked at him. He didn't even give me a chance to respond; he just picked me up and took me to his room. He took some rope and tied me to his bed. Some people may find tying someone to a bed sexy or whatever, but I was petrified. Billie was drunk and I was helpless. We ended up having sex and I don't want to have sex this early in a relationship. And I'm scared of Billie now; he gets drunk almost every night, so almost every night I'm going to get hurt because I have to see him or he'll hurt me. No matter what I do, I'm going to get hurt, physically and emotionally.
As I'm still tied to the bed, after having sex, I started to cry. "Baby, why are you crying?" he asked like nothing was wrong and he wasn't doing anything. I also felt kind of bad for him because he didn't know that he's doing this to me. He's so drunk he has no idea that he is beating me up. I didn't answer his question; I just keep crying. "Allie! Stop crying and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you." I couldn't stop crying; I tried to because I knew that if I kept going, I knew what was going to happen to me. I was right; I didn't stop crying, so Billie hit me across the faces with his nails. I still sat there crying as I felt Billie slowly untie me from the bed. I had gotten dressed and ran out of his house as fast as I could.
Once again we are going to skip forward a few months into early May. Ever since the day that Billie and Allie had gotten together, she was getting beaten pretty badly. The senior prom was in about two weeks. I don't know how she did it, but Allie was able to put up with Billie's beatings. Mike and Tre always wondered how she came in with a new bruise every day. Allie never told them, but she wanted to so bad. She wanted them to help her, but Billie said if she told anybody about the bruises and scars he's given her, he would hurt her so bad she wouldn't be okay. The normal, not-drunk Billie didn't remember any of this, but when he was drunk, that's the only way he would remember that he hurt her.
When Mike asked Allie where she got her bruises, she said she hit herself with her flag during practice. When Tre asked Allie where she got her scars on her face, she told him she scratches herself in her sleep. They always believed her until that one day when it came time for band practice...
Tre had taken a huge bite out of his hamburger and was about to talk before Mike cut him off. "He said he officially dropped school. So I figure he's going to get drunk everyday." I jumped at the word 'drunk.' Tre and Mike saw me jump. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?" I asked pretending not to know what they were talking about.
"You jumped when Mike said drunk. Why?" asked Tre in that concerned voice he had. Now I'm thinking that leaving him was a terrible mistake. "And where did you get that scar from?"
He was talking about from when Billie hit me the other night; it was a scar now. I couldn't tell them that Billie had hit me. "Oh, um... I got that, from, when I opened my locker into my head." I lied. I didn't like lying to the guys, but I had to. "So, what did you guys get Billie for his birthday?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"We both got him something for his guitar. What did you get him?" asked Mikey.
"I'll just show you." I reached into my purse and pulled out a little box and handed it to Mike. "I'm going to wrap it tonight."
Mike opened the box and saw a set of keys. Mike mouth dropped when he saw the keys. "You got him keys?" asked Tre confused.
"Tre!" Mike practically screamed. "She got him a car! You little rich, really rich girl!(Mike screaming at me) What kind of car did you get him?"
"He said he likes Mustang's, right? And it's completely paid for, so the only thing he has to pay for is gas and stuff like that."
"That lucky bastard. First he gets you, then a car. He is spoiled." Mike seemed a little jealous, but I don't blame him; I mean, I just gave him a brand new car. How much luckier can he get?
"Ok, I'll get you a car for your birthday," I said, trying to make him feel better.
"I like Corvette's," Mike said really fast.
"And I like Camaro's, especially yours. It's so clean, no scratches, and stuff and stuff." Tre has his own personality and it just makes me laugh. He's an awesome friend. Friend; why did I do that? Tre's just being himself and he can't really change that. So what if he's horny all the time? That's not really a good reason for leaving him, is it?
So, it's after school and we're at Billie's getting drunk 'cause it's birthday. We all had one beer before we all fat down in the living room where Billie opened the gifts that we had given him; I sat next to Billie. Mike and Tre gave him their gifts and Billie absolutely loved it. Then he saw my little box; I think he was a little shocked at how small it was. But once he opened it and saw the keys, his eyes opened wider than I have ever seen them.
He looked up and at me and said "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head. "Is it here?" I nodded. Billie shot off like a rocket to the door. He opened his front door to see a silver Mustang sitting in his driveway. He ran over to it and opened the door. He sat down and ran his hands up and down the leather seats. He then got out and opened the hood and said "Holy shit! Look at all the power this things got!"
This went on for about another five minutes and then we all walked back inside. Billie was the last one in. He ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug ever, then he started making out with me. "Thank you so much, babe."
"No problem. You just have to promise me one thing," I said.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Never drink then go driving in it. One, you'll get hurt. Two, you'll wreck the car and that car's pretty hot." I kind of sounded like a mother the way I was talking to him.
"I can do that. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Billie gave me another hug that seemed to last forever. He released me and turned to Mike and Tre and gave them a hug too for their gifts. I could tell Billie was a little tipsy. Through out the party we all keep getting drunker by the minute. By about 2 in the morning, we were all passed out on Billie's living room floor. Mike and Tre had left before I got up; I don't recover from hangovers as well as they do. I woke up on the floor; I looked up onto the couch to see Billie drinking a beer. There were about five other beer bottles sitting on the table, so he's been drinking a while and he's probably drunk. Wait, he's drunk and we're alone.
"Hey babe," he slurred. He's drunk. I sat up and looked at him. He didn't even give me a chance to respond; he just picked me up and took me to his room. He took some rope and tied me to his bed. Some people may find tying someone to a bed sexy or whatever, but I was petrified. Billie was drunk and I was helpless. We ended up having sex and I don't want to have sex this early in a relationship. And I'm scared of Billie now; he gets drunk almost every night, so almost every night I'm going to get hurt because I have to see him or he'll hurt me. No matter what I do, I'm going to get hurt, physically and emotionally.
As I'm still tied to the bed, after having sex, I started to cry. "Baby, why are you crying?" he asked like nothing was wrong and he wasn't doing anything. I also felt kind of bad for him because he didn't know that he's doing this to me. He's so drunk he has no idea that he is beating me up. I didn't answer his question; I just keep crying. "Allie! Stop crying and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you." I couldn't stop crying; I tried to because I knew that if I kept going, I knew what was going to happen to me. I was right; I didn't stop crying, so Billie hit me across the faces with his nails. I still sat there crying as I felt Billie slowly untie me from the bed. I had gotten dressed and ran out of his house as fast as I could.
Once again we are going to skip forward a few months into early May. Ever since the day that Billie and Allie had gotten together, she was getting beaten pretty badly. The senior prom was in about two weeks. I don't know how she did it, but Allie was able to put up with Billie's beatings. Mike and Tre always wondered how she came in with a new bruise every day. Allie never told them, but she wanted to so bad. She wanted them to help her, but Billie said if she told anybody about the bruises and scars he's given her, he would hurt her so bad she wouldn't be okay. The normal, not-drunk Billie didn't remember any of this, but when he was drunk, that's the only way he would remember that he hurt her.
When Mike asked Allie where she got her bruises, she said she hit herself with her flag during practice. When Tre asked Allie where she got her scars on her face, she told him she scratches herself in her sleep. They always believed her until that one day when it came time for band practice...
