Christie Road, chapter 5

That night Billie and I decided to stay at his moms, just in case anything happened. She insisted that she would be fine but Billie still wouldn't leave her. I was quite happy to spend the night in the warm, well kept house and Ollie and I began to get along great, like a mother and daughter should. I enjoyed her fussing over me and Billie and her interest in our lives. She cooked a great dinner and began to wish my mom had been more like her.

"What's wrong?" Billie asked that night as I stared at the Sex Pistols poster stuck to the ceiling of his old room. I tore my eyes away from Johnny Rotten and turned to face him.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." I ran my hand down his bare chest and moved closer to him, eager for his arms to wrap around me in a comforting hug. They did.

"What about?" he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

"Your mom and my mom." He rubbed his hand up and down my arm and I smiled.

"What about them?" His breath tickled my skin as he spoke.

"How different they are. I mean my moms a bitch and you mom's really nice. She takes interest in your life, it's really sweet."

"She's annoying," he grimaced, "I mean have you ever had to tell your mom what a party was like when the only part you can remember is fucking some random girl in someone else's bedroom, without your mom finding out about that and the fact that you weren't just pissed but stoned especially when she's like my mom and tries to get every little detail about it."

I laughed. "I'm so lucky to have you," I whispered, half wishing he wouldn't hear it but hoping against hope that he would. I felt his lips curl into a smile as they rested quickly on my head.

"Is that just another way of saying I love you?" he whispered smirking. I nodded.
"Then the feelings mutual." I grinned and moved even closer to him. I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best nights sleep I had had in a while.

My eyes flicked open and then shut quickly as the morning light burned them. I opened them again very slowly and turned my attention to a sleeping Billie Joe lying next to me. I moved a piece of hair from his eyes and was about to pull my hand away when he grabbed it and rolled on top of me.

"Now this is the perfect way to wake up." He grinned and kissed me softly. I pushed him off me and turned to face him. I began to trace the tattoos on his chest which he'd got done recently. I felt him shiver and heard what seemed to be between a sigh of content and a moan of pleasure. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me, slowly slipping his hands under his old Operation Ivy t-shirt that I had worn to bed that night. I moved closer to him in response to the cold touch of his skin and he moved his head down to the curve of my neck and began to move his lips down my collarbone. He removed the shirt and continued down to my now bare stomach. His hands rested on my girl boxers and he began to slide them down over my hips.

Suddenly a knock at the door brought us both back to reality.

"Just a min," he called, smirking at me as I hurried to put his t-shirt back on again. I hit him softly when I noticed and the door creaked open. Ollie walked in with a breakfast tray full of food and drink. Billie looked at his mom.

"Er... we don't need this mom, honestly, we can just go home and get breakfast." She nodded.

"I know... I just thought maybe...it would be nice." He noticed the pained expression on her face.

"You're trying to make me stay longer aren't you?" he asked, sighing.

"No I just... I miss you Billie Joe."

"It's okay," I suddenly intervene as I notice Billie about to retort angrily to his mother. "We can stay for a while can't we Billie?" He looked at me a nodded slowly. Ollie smiled happily.

"I'll leave you eat then," and she left, placing the tray on the bed.

Billie flopped back down and covered his face with his hands. I moved the tray to the floor and snuggled closer to him, slipping my arms around his waist. He pushed me away and turned his back to me. I lay stunned for a moment at this blunt action and then angrily threw back the covers and got out of bed. He watched me as I moved around the room, trying to find my clothes and put them on. When I sat down on the bed to tie up my laces he sat up.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I moved onto the next shoe lace.

"Home."

"Why?" I stared at him as if he was mad, which I thought he was.

"Why? Because you're annoyed with me and I was only trying to fucking help!"
The fact that he was acting as if he hadn't done anything wrong or as if nothing had happed angered me. He didn't reply. "I would give anything for a mom like yours!" I yelled at him. His eyes darkened slightly.

"What are you saying?" he asked, his voice calm but shaking slightly.

"That you're the most ungrateful brat in the world. She was only trying to be nice because she misses you and you couldn't give a fuck." He threw the sheets off himself and jumped out of bed. I took a small step backwards.

"Because I wanted to spend my time with you! Because I'm fed up of her mothering me all the time. She's gotta let go sometime, better sooner than later!" he yelled.

"I cannot believe you! You have the most amazing mom in the world and you wanna get away from her. Are you insane? You don't know what it's like for your parents to hate you, you're so fucking spoilt," I screamed at him, tears spilling down my cheeks. Suddenly he raised his arm and slapped me across the face. I stared at him for a second, he didn't break down or say he was sorry he just stared back, daring me to yell at him again, his green eyes fiery, his fists clenched.

I turned and began to walk towards the door.

"If you're going home you can pack your stuff," he said, "I'm not staying with anyone who thinks I'm spoilt." I sniffed and a sob escaped me, but I tried to hold them in case they triggered another attack. I twisted the door knob and opened the door. Ollie was standing there.

"Sorry for ruining your morning," I mumbled afraid that speaking would cause me to breakdown. I hurried past her and I could hear her yelling at her son as I ran through the front door.

I ran all the way home and up to me and Billie's room. I grabbed two black bin bags and began to stuff my clothes into them, giving way to my tears completely. I suddenly became aware of people in the doorway. I turned at saw Tre, Mike and Chloe. I turned back and opened the wardrobe door, grabbing a few tops and throwing them on the bed.

"What happened?" Chloe asked. I said nothing. She walked dup to me and turned me to face her. I flinched as her hand touched where Billie had hit me. She took her hand away and saw the large red patch.

"Did he hit you?" She asked quietly. I turned around and continued to pack. "The bastard!" She screamed. Just then Billie walked in. "You fucked up son of a bitch!" Chloe screamed at him. He looked at her for a second and then decided to ignore her as she continued to scream. He stared at me, I could feel his eyes on my back. I turned around and looked deep into his eyes. They showed no remorse, no sorrow, no regret. A sob escape me but I turned it into a half cough and turned around again.

I heard a sound like a hand slapping skin. I turned quickly. A large red patch was forming on Billie's cheek and he was staring at Chloe, pure anger and hatred in his eyes. Chloe didn't get a chance to scream at him or defend herself. He slapped her where she had slapped him, but he slapped harder. She fell to the floor and watched as he advanced.

"Don't fucking hit me," he said in a low threatening tone.

"What the fuck are you doing Armstrong?" Tre yelled from the door. "That's my fucking girlfriend!" Billie Joe looked around. "What the hell has got into you?" Tre said, quieter. Billie looked at him for a second and then yelled, smashing his fist into the wall. I jumped and stared at him as he withdrew his now bleeding fist. He stared at it. No one moved.

I took a small step towards him, and another and another. I was next to him. My hand was shaking as I placed it on his shoulder. He didn't jump at the sudden touch, he turned his head to look at me. A sudden flash of an unknown emotion in his eyes made me stagger backwards. He looked at me. The emotion still there. I stared into his eyes, trying desperately to work out what it was. I looked at Chloe, who got the message and walked out, scowling at Billie. She dragged Tre and Mike with her. Billie didn't move, his eyes stayed fixed on me.

"Billie, babe, what's... what's going on?" I was terrified and he noticed, the emotion became stronger but he didn't say or do anything. Panic set in as moments past and the emotion got stronger and stronger. I didn't know what it was, I hadn't seen it before and the unknown scared me. He continued to stare at me, neither of us moving.

"Billie?" I stammered again taking a small step forwards. He took a step away from me and hissed quietly. I stared at him, terrified. "What's going on?" I asked again, the terror in my voice growing. I tried to clam my nerves but they wouldn't, they were panicked ands I didn't know what to do.

I sat on the floor and put my head in my hands. I began to sob, quietly. I looked up and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. My brown eyes large and terrified. I looked deeper into my eyes, that was it. The emotion, it was terror. No one had ever been scared of me before. I looked up at Billie, he was still scared.

"Why are you scared?" I asked. He stared at me.

"I hit you, and I hit Chloe, what if I do it again?" I stared at him.

I patted the ground next to me and he slowly sat down. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder, shuffling closer to him. He was tense. I placed my hand on his leg and began to trace random things on his jeans with my finger. I could feel his relax slightly and he slipped his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head and I could feel tears dripping from his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. I looked up, taking his face in my hands I leaned in closer. Our lips touched and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I pulled away and he was smiling. He stood up and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the room. We found Tre Mike and Chloe watching TV. Chloe turned around when she heard us coming down the stairs. Billie stopped when he saw the red mark on her face. He looked down.

"Sorry," he mumbled. She looked at me and I gave her a warning look.

"S'ok, just don't do it again." She said, disgruntled and turned back to the TV.