Everything Started A Silent Night At The Graveyard, chapter 4

Every part of my body hurt and I couldn't move a muscle. My stomach felt like it was on fire, and I was sure I had broken all of my ribs. This time dad had exploded. He had even grabbed a knife and cut me in my face and my stomach. Then my cell rang. I forced my hand to reach out and answer it.
"He-hello?" I could barely talk.
"Hello? Ira? Are you ok?" It was Trè. I sighed and a single tear streamed down my cheek.
"No," I answered. Then I fainted.

Tre's P.O.V.

"Hello? Ira, answer me!!" Still no answer. I hung up and turned to Billie and Mike, they looked scared.
"We have to go and help her!" I said loudly. We ran out to Billie's car and got in. We drove in silence for a few minutes before anyone said something.

"What do you think he has done to her?" Mike asked.
"I don't wanna think about it" Billie mumbled. After that we stayed silent until we reached Ira's house. We jumped out of the car and ran up to the door. Billie hesitated a second but then opened the door. We ran inside and started looking for her, but couldn't find her or her dad. Then Billie ran upstairs...
"Guys, I found her! Come here quick!" He yelled. Mike and I ran upstairs and into a room. It was Ira's room; it was covered with posters of Green Day, The Ramones, The Clash and many others. On a quite big bed in a corner lay Ira; she was unconscious and she had cuts and bruises all over her body. She was only wearing a T-shirt and underwear.
"Go call an ambulance, Mike" I said and ran over to her. Mike nodded and left the room.
"She's breathing and I found a pulse, but it's slow... " Billie said. I nodded and threw a blanket over her skinny body and watched her. Her black curly hair was a mess and her pale skin was full of cuts, blood and bruises... Then I saw something on her right arm, it was a tattoo. I looked closer at it, and saw what it said:

Thinking out loud
And acting in vain
Knocking over anyone
That stands in my way

"She's a really big fan Billie, look at this!" I said and he came over to me.
"Walking alone... " He muttered and let his fingers slide over it. Mike came back into the room and we showed him the tattoo. He also touched it carefully and smiled sadly. We sat down at a little couch and waited for the ambulance to come, we didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later Billie and Ira were rushing to the hospital, Mike and I not far behind.

Ira's P.O.V.

I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. Where was I? I noticed everything was white. What the hell? Was I in the hospital? I looked to the right and saw Billie, Mike and Trè sleeping in three chairs by the bedside. I nudged Billie in his shoulder since he was closest.
"Billie? Wake up!" I said. Ahh, my fucking body hurt likes hell! What had happened? Billie woke up and looked sleepily at me.
"Ira? Are you awake??" He said, surprised. Surprised? Why was he that?
"Erm... Yes, why wouldn't I?" I asked. He didn't care about my question.
"Mike! Trè, wake up! Ira's awake!" They woke up and looked at me.
"Ira!" They said happily and beamed. All of a sudden Billie gave me a hug, which made me yelp in pain. He quickly pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy!" He said. I didn't understand anything.
"Why? Why are you so happy and surprised about me waking up?" They looked at each other. Then Trè spoke up.
"You nearly died, Ira... You've been in coma for two weeks now, we thought you wouldn't make it" He said. I grinned weakly.
"You won't get rid of me that easy!" I said. They smiled. I became aware that one of my tattoos was shown and I tried to hide it. Mike noticed that...
"Don't worry, we've already seen it." He said. Trè bent forward to take a look at it.
"It's so cool! Have you got any more?" He asked and I smiled.
"Well, there's this one at my shoulder blade, one at my ankle and one at my lower back" They looked at me with surprise.
"So many?? But you're only fourteen!" Billie said. I shrugged painfully.
"Almost fifteen, and I know this guy so I get them cheap" I said and smiled.
"Wow... Can we see them?" Mike asked.
"Sure, but not now... It hurts too much; you can see them when I'm better." I answered. They nodded.
"Describe them!" Trè shouted with eager. I laughed.
"Ok... The one at my shoulder blade is of the warning sign in black, I've got the Kerplunk flower at the ankle and on my back there's the heart grenade. On the left side of the heart grenade it's written 'faith', and 'misery' on the right side. You know, from Holiday" They stared at me again.
"You really are a huge fan!" Mike said. Billie and Trè nodded in agreement. I smiled and blushed lightly. Then this woman busted into the room
"Hey guys, how is s-" She stopped halfway trough the sentence when she saw me. I immediately recognized her, Billie's wife Adrienne. "Ira! You're awake, that's great! I'm Adrienne, Billie's wife" She said and shook my hand. I smiled to her.
"Nice to meet you." I said. She smiled back and sat down in a chair next to Mike.
"How are you feeling?" She asked with a kind voice.
"My head hurts like hell! And the rest of my body too, actually... " Trè grinned.
"Well, the head might be the hangover... " He said and winked. I sighed.
"Are you still going on about that?" I asked and he nodded.
"I'll never let you forget!" Everybody laughed. After a while I had to go to the bathroom, so I swung my legs out of the bed.
"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Billie said. What the fuck?
"Erm... To the bathroom. Why do you ask?" He got up of his chair.
"You shouldn't be walking at all! I'll carry you." He said and walked over to me.
"No way!! I can walk myself, thank you very much" I said and started walking over to the bathroom. It hurt, but I lived... "See? No problem!" I said proudly and lay back down at the bed when I came back. Trè smiled.
"Yeah, and it only took you fifteen minutes!" He said. I laughed, he was right. It did take me fifteen minutes, my body hurt so much. A doctor came into the room
"Mr. Wright?" Trè looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Can I have a word with you?" Trè got up from his chair.
"Yeah, sure!" He said and walked out. He seemed kind of nervous, but there was something in his eyes... Hope.
"What the hell was that about?" I asked the others. They didn't answer, just looked at each other. Then Adie spoke up.
"Ira... Your father's in prison." I didn't know what to say. It was great, of course, but where would I have to live? In an orphanage? I didn't want that to happen.
"Trè's trying to adopt you" Mike said. I looked at him, wide-eyed.
"What? Are you kidding?" I asked. He shook his head and smiled. I couldn't help it, a smile spread across my face. I tried to keep my expectations down in case it didn't work out. They smiled as well; I noticed they also looked nervous. I really hoped Trè could adopt me! It would be so cool, living with one of my biggest idols! And he was so funny and kind... Like the dad I never had. As the minutes passed by I got more and more nervous. It took so long time, was that a good sign? None of us said anything; we were stuck in a tense silence. Then Trè came in.

He looked at all of us, and we looked at him.
"Well? What did he say??" I asked, nervous, curious and scared at the same time. I knew that if he couldn't adopt me, I had to live in an orphanage. Trè beamed.
"He said yes!"

Two weeks later, no ones P.O.V.

The car pulls over and park in front of a big house. A man and a girl get out, they're both smiling and laughing. A happy family. Only one question, how long will it last?

Jackie's P.O.V.

"So, little druggie-daughter! Which room do you want?" Trè asked when we walked into his house. I decided to ignore the nickname.
"The one I slept in last time, so many good memories!" I said and smiled. He laughed.
"Good memories? Of what, a huge hangover and me and Billie laughing at all your secrets?" He said and laughed again.
"Yeah, exactly. You being you, making fun of me... As always!" I said. We went up to the room with my bags, then went back down. He turned on the TV, and I went over to his shelf to check out his CDs. The Clash, The Ramones, Sex Pistols, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera... WHAT THE FUCK???? I quickly pulled out my cell and took a picture of the CDs. Then sent them to Mike and Billie with the caption: Look what I found in Trè's shelf!!!!!!! Then I pulled out the CDs and sat down next to him in the couch.

"So... What do you think about Britney Spears?" I asked without showing him the CDs.
"Hate her," He said without looking away from the TV.
"And Christina Aguilera?"
"The same. Why do you ask?" He asked suspiciously and looked away from the TV and down at me instead.
"Oh, nothing... Except THESE!" I shouted and showed him the CDs while laughing like a maniac. He looked at me.
"Where did you find those??" He asked shocked. I rolled around at the floor, laughing.
"In... The... shelf!" I said in-between laughs.
"FUCK! They're not supposed to be there!" He shouted and hit himself irritated in the head. I stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Awww... Your little secret, huh?" I asked. He nodded and looked at me with puppy eyes. I grinned. "Well, too late, I've already told Billie and Mike!!" He looked at me, frightened.
"No, you didn't??" He said desperately. I started to laugh again and he understood I wasn't joking. "You know the punishment, right?" I looked scared at him, thinking of how my father used to punish me. I shook my head, worried. He grinned evilly.
"I have to... Throw you in the pool!" He shouted and started running after me. I screamed and ran out of the front door. He chased me round on the front lawn before he finally caught me.
"NO!! Please, don't!!" I shouted, but I had to laugh. He carried me to the back yard and threw me in the pool. I got up, wet and sulky. "You're so DEAD!!" I yelled and ran after him. He made it back to the front lawn before I caught him and started to tickle. Not long after we were both rolling around at the grass, laughing. Then Billie's car drove into the driveway. Mike was sitting next to Billie. I grinned to Trè who looked a bit scared and I waved to Billie and Mike. They walked over to us; both of them were smiling viciously.
"Hey guys!" They said.
"Hey" We replied. They sat down on each side of Trè and put one arm around him each.
"So, Trè... We hear you like Britney Spears! And Christina Aguilera?" They said. I giggled, but tried my best to shut up.
"Erm... Why do you think that? They suck both of them," He said.
"Well, Ira sent us this!" said Mike and showed him the picture I sent him on the phone.
"I bought those because of the pictures!!! In the booklets!" He said, quite desperate now. We all started laughing. Lousy liar!
"Trè, Trè, Trè... We won't make fun of you for long, just the rest of your life!" Mike said. Trè hung down his head, ashamed now. I started felling bad that I did what I did and stopped smiling. I crawled over to him and patted his shoulder.
"It's ok Trè, we've all got secrets," I said. Mike and Billie laughed.
"Yeah, but we already know yours!" Billie said to me.
"There's something you don't know... " I said. They all looked at me.
"What??" They asked curiously.
"Well... Now Trè has told a secret, I can tell a secret, Billie can tell a secret and Mike can tell a secret! Then we've all told one secret each. Except me, I've told about a lot, but I can live with it." I said. Billie and Mike hesitated, and then nodded. "Ok... When I was twelve I tried to kill my self. I know, no funny secret, but it still is one." I said. They just looked at me, without knowing what to say. Then Trè wrapped his arms around me in a silent embrace. Mike and Billie also put their arms around me and we sat there for a while in a little group hug. I pulled out of the hug and looked at Mike.
"Your turn Mike, tell us a secret!" I said and tried to act like nothing.
"Ok... Erm, this is kind of serious, so don't tell anyone, 'k? Well... One time when I was about twenty-five, I slept with a fifteen-year-old girl... But I thought she was older! I promise!" He said desperately when we stared at him with shocked looks.
"Mike!! That's illegal!" Trè gasped. He then pulled me closer. "No way I'm letting you near that guy!" He joked. We all laughed and broke the tensed feeling. Mike looked a little relieved.
"Your turn, Billie" He said. Billie's smile disappeared.
"You know that I said that two girls beat me up because they wanted to go out with me? Well, actually they beat me up because I stole one of their Barbies... " He said and looked down at his hands. "Don't laugh!" He added when we all busted into laughter.
"One question Billie... Why the hell did you steal that Barbie??" I asked and caused Trè to laugh even more. Billie blushed and didn't answer.