The reality of breaking up, chapter 3
*Still in Billie's P.O.V*
I haistly brush away the tears falling from my sore eyes and stagger up. I open the door and rush down the corridor, trying to find the toilets. My head is spinning as I open the door to the mens toilets. I shut myself in a cubicle and drop down onto the toilet seat.
I sniff as I suddenly hear the door to the toilets creak open. I hold my breath as I suddenly hear a voice pipe up.
"Billie are you in here?" I recognise the voice to belong to Tre. I keep holding my breath, looking down at the floor. I can't hold it any longer, I suddenly let out a gasp.
"Billie?" He asks again. I hear him opening the cubicle doors then he gets to mine and fails.
"Billie open up, please, we're all worried about you." Tre says, somewhat reassuringly. I slowly get up and fiddle with the lock, trying to unlock it.
I finally manage to get it open and the door suddenly swings open as a relieved Tre flings his arms round my neck and holds onto me. I'm knocked back against the cubicle wall with his force.
After a while, Tre finally losens his grip and pulls me out of the cubicle, looking me in the eye wih concern.
"Billie, you can get through this I know you can." Tre says, gripping my shoulders. I look down to the floor and sigh. He suddenly gives me a hard shake.
"Billie! Get a grip, I know this is hard but you must be strong." Tre says sternly.
"Tre, you don't have a fucking clue how I'm feeling right now, incase you haven't noticed my wife has just fucking died!" I shout. I'm out of control, I raise my fist and make a swing for Tre. He doesn't flinch, I bring my hand down and hang my head in shame.
"I'm sorry." I mumble.
"It's ok, you're feeling sore right now, I don't care if you hit me." Tre says. I lift my head and give a weak smile at him.
"I need you Tre, you make me see sense and I need you to get through this." I say, a tear seeping from my eye as I look at my friend standing before me.
"I'll be here for you Billie, you know that, I'm your friend." He replies. I look into his eyes. He may act like a total prat a lot of the time, but deep down he is so caring.
I throw my arms round the back of Tre and hug him so hard as if my life depended on this one hug. He squeezes my back.
"Thanks Tre." I sob into his back.
"It's ok Billie, it's ok." He coos.
I haistly brush away the tears falling from my sore eyes and stagger up. I open the door and rush down the corridor, trying to find the toilets. My head is spinning as I open the door to the mens toilets. I shut myself in a cubicle and drop down onto the toilet seat.
I sniff as I suddenly hear the door to the toilets creak open. I hold my breath as I suddenly hear a voice pipe up.
"Billie are you in here?" I recognise the voice to belong to Tre. I keep holding my breath, looking down at the floor. I can't hold it any longer, I suddenly let out a gasp.
"Billie?" He asks again. I hear him opening the cubicle doors then he gets to mine and fails.
"Billie open up, please, we're all worried about you." Tre says, somewhat reassuringly. I slowly get up and fiddle with the lock, trying to unlock it.
I finally manage to get it open and the door suddenly swings open as a relieved Tre flings his arms round my neck and holds onto me. I'm knocked back against the cubicle wall with his force.
After a while, Tre finally losens his grip and pulls me out of the cubicle, looking me in the eye wih concern.
"Billie, you can get through this I know you can." Tre says, gripping my shoulders. I look down to the floor and sigh. He suddenly gives me a hard shake.
"Billie! Get a grip, I know this is hard but you must be strong." Tre says sternly.
"Tre, you don't have a fucking clue how I'm feeling right now, incase you haven't noticed my wife has just fucking died!" I shout. I'm out of control, I raise my fist and make a swing for Tre. He doesn't flinch, I bring my hand down and hang my head in shame.
"I'm sorry." I mumble.
"It's ok, you're feeling sore right now, I don't care if you hit me." Tre says. I lift my head and give a weak smile at him.
"I need you Tre, you make me see sense and I need you to get through this." I say, a tear seeping from my eye as I look at my friend standing before me.
"I'll be here for you Billie, you know that, I'm your friend." He replies. I look into his eyes. He may act like a total prat a lot of the time, but deep down he is so caring.
I throw my arms round the back of Tre and hug him so hard as if my life depended on this one hug. He squeezes my back.
"Thanks Tre." I sob into his back.
"It's ok Billie, it's ok." He coos.
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