I Dare You..., chapter 9
So, before Mike and Tre had come over, I'll give you a little about what's going on. It's almost prom night and Billie wants to go with me. I'm not quite sure about going with Billie 'cause he's going to get wasted. I know it's not any different than any other time he gets drunk, but it's still hurts when he hits. And I really didn't want to have sex with him, but I guess it's too late; he's already raped me.
Anyway, it was about 2 hours before Billie had band practice at his house. He had been drinking again, but what else is new? Billie had called me and told me he had wanted to see me; he sounded sober over the phone. But when she went over to his house, it turns out he had had many beers and was now drunk. We were alone; my worst nightmare. Alone in a house with Billie Joe drunk. So, I got there, Billie wanted to have sex and I didn't want to. Today I actually stood up to him and said no. Do you know how much guts it took to do that? The whole two hours that Billie and I were alone, we had fought like cats and dogs do. The whole time I tried to run, but I could never get away. He kept hitting me and holding me down and trying to force me to have sex with him, but, somehow, I always seemed to find the strength the push him off or roll out from underneath him. But then he would always hit me in my face again and knock me down.
This fighting went on for 2 hours. I had hit Billie about 3 times, but Billie had hit me I don't know how many times. "You better had fucked me or your throat I slit!" he slurred. Whenever he screamed at me, it never made any sense. I wanted to scream at him, but I knew it wouldn't do any good 'cause he was so wasted. I did cream though, screamed with pain, screamed with misery. I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the police on us because we were screaming pretty loud. I guess you couldn't hear the noise too much outside because if you did, every time I would come over, the cops would show.
"Billie, when are you going to get it through your head that I am not going to have sex with you again! I don't even want to see you anymore! We're done! We're through!" So that's it; we broke up. No more problems, right? Wrong.
"Fuck you fucking bitch!" I know he doesn't mean it; Billie's one of the nicest guys ever. That's why I feel sorry for him; he doesn't know what he's saying. I was heading toward the door, trying to leave before the guys got there in a half hour for practice. But Billie charged at me from behind, pulled me back, and slammed my back against the ground. It hurt so bad, but I didn't want to cry in front of him and show him that I was a coward. Even after the beating we had the previous hours, I still didn't cry. It hurt like bloody hell though.
He picked me back up, then kicked me in the shin, kneed me in the stomach, and then punched me in the face. This knocked me down. I lost count of how many times Billie had knocked me down. As I was down on the ground, Billie had kicked me in the stomach numerous times. I felt like I was going to throw up. He picked me back up again and shook me really hard while screaming in my face "You're never going to leave me! We're staying together forever!" He then picked me up and through me across the room. I slid on the floor and was at the end of the dining room of the house. The door was right next to me, so I could have easily escape, but Billie had control over me. It seemed that Billie was close to the point of where he was about to pass out. Good for me, but bad because he hasn't passed out yet. He picked me back up again, (he likes to pick me up after throwing me down), and punched me really hard. He was wearing rings today, so every time he hit me he had left another scar and let more and more blood flow down the sides of my face.
I heard the clocks chiming in his living room to signal the start of a new hour. "Baby, listen to me... " Billie said as he slowly started to stumble towards me.
"No you listen to me!" I screamed while still lying on the floor, helpless. "I'm not going to be with you anymore! Why did you have to do this? And I'm not your baby!" This had really set Billie off. He had walked over to in front of me and he picked me up from the ground. He had put me on my feet and put his hands around my throat and was chocking me.
"You're staying with me, you little slutty bitch," Billie slurred in my face. He breath reeked of alcohol.
I heard the front door open and in walked Mike and Tre. "Sorry we're late," Mike said before he was even in the door. "Traffic." Tre walked in the door first.
"Billie?" he called looking around. Tre had looked to his right just in time to see that Billie was shaking me like crazy. Then Billie threw his hardest blow at my face. He had all his rings turned up so that they cut me when he punched me. From the power of the blow, Billie had knocked me down once again. I was laying on the ground, unable to get up.
Anyway, it was about 2 hours before Billie had band practice at his house. He had been drinking again, but what else is new? Billie had called me and told me he had wanted to see me; he sounded sober over the phone. But when she went over to his house, it turns out he had had many beers and was now drunk. We were alone; my worst nightmare. Alone in a house with Billie Joe drunk. So, I got there, Billie wanted to have sex and I didn't want to. Today I actually stood up to him and said no. Do you know how much guts it took to do that? The whole two hours that Billie and I were alone, we had fought like cats and dogs do. The whole time I tried to run, but I could never get away. He kept hitting me and holding me down and trying to force me to have sex with him, but, somehow, I always seemed to find the strength the push him off or roll out from underneath him. But then he would always hit me in my face again and knock me down.
This fighting went on for 2 hours. I had hit Billie about 3 times, but Billie had hit me I don't know how many times. "You better had fucked me or your throat I slit!" he slurred. Whenever he screamed at me, it never made any sense. I wanted to scream at him, but I knew it wouldn't do any good 'cause he was so wasted. I did cream though, screamed with pain, screamed with misery. I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the police on us because we were screaming pretty loud. I guess you couldn't hear the noise too much outside because if you did, every time I would come over, the cops would show.
"Billie, when are you going to get it through your head that I am not going to have sex with you again! I don't even want to see you anymore! We're done! We're through!" So that's it; we broke up. No more problems, right? Wrong.
"Fuck you fucking bitch!" I know he doesn't mean it; Billie's one of the nicest guys ever. That's why I feel sorry for him; he doesn't know what he's saying. I was heading toward the door, trying to leave before the guys got there in a half hour for practice. But Billie charged at me from behind, pulled me back, and slammed my back against the ground. It hurt so bad, but I didn't want to cry in front of him and show him that I was a coward. Even after the beating we had the previous hours, I still didn't cry. It hurt like bloody hell though.
He picked me back up, then kicked me in the shin, kneed me in the stomach, and then punched me in the face. This knocked me down. I lost count of how many times Billie had knocked me down. As I was down on the ground, Billie had kicked me in the stomach numerous times. I felt like I was going to throw up. He picked me back up again and shook me really hard while screaming in my face "You're never going to leave me! We're staying together forever!" He then picked me up and through me across the room. I slid on the floor and was at the end of the dining room of the house. The door was right next to me, so I could have easily escape, but Billie had control over me. It seemed that Billie was close to the point of where he was about to pass out. Good for me, but bad because he hasn't passed out yet. He picked me back up again, (he likes to pick me up after throwing me down), and punched me really hard. He was wearing rings today, so every time he hit me he had left another scar and let more and more blood flow down the sides of my face.
I heard the clocks chiming in his living room to signal the start of a new hour. "Baby, listen to me... " Billie said as he slowly started to stumble towards me.
"No you listen to me!" I screamed while still lying on the floor, helpless. "I'm not going to be with you anymore! Why did you have to do this? And I'm not your baby!" This had really set Billie off. He had walked over to in front of me and he picked me up from the ground. He had put me on my feet and put his hands around my throat and was chocking me.
"You're staying with me, you little slutty bitch," Billie slurred in my face. He breath reeked of alcohol.
I heard the front door open and in walked Mike and Tre. "Sorry we're late," Mike said before he was even in the door. "Traffic." Tre walked in the door first.
"Billie?" he called looking around. Tre had looked to his right just in time to see that Billie was shaking me like crazy. Then Billie threw his hardest blow at my face. He had all his rings turned up so that they cut me when he punched me. From the power of the blow, Billie had knocked me down once again. I was laying on the ground, unable to get up.
