Christie Road, chapter 6
It was a month after Billie hit me and things were settling down. It had been quite awkward at first. I was still slightly scared of him and he sensed that.
"Babe?" He said softly, walking over to me and sitting next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I tensed. He removed his arm. I could see the tear drip down his chin out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please, forgive me, understand!" His begging made him sound so small, and vulnerable.
"I do Billie, I understand why you did it and I forgive you but that doesn't mean I'm automatically fine around you. You scared me, you promised you would never hurt me and you broke that promise. You're going to have to work on building up my trust in you again." I looked at him and he looked back.
"Just let me prove that I love you, please? Let me prove that what I did was a mistake that I'm never going to repeat." I nodded nervously.
"Okay," I replied. He brought his hand up to my face, I flinched as it touched my cheek, and slipped my fringe back behind my ear. My breathing became shallow and fast as I began to panic.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered, his lips moving closer to mine. My body began to tremble and he pulled me closer to him. I felt our bodies touch, our lips connect for the first time in a month. His kiss was gentle, comforting yet full of passion and love. I was still trembling when he pulled away. His forehead resting on mine. I averted my eyes, not able to look him in the eye. I began to sob quietly.
"Hey, calm down, baby. It's okay." He soothed softly as I cried. I was terrified as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his. "I love you more than I've ever loved before," he said so quietly I barely heard it. "Please take me back, please. I need you and you need me. We've both been through so much shit and we understand each other. We were made for each other Tez." I continued to sob as he spilt out his heart to me. I felt a cold tear fall on my head and looked up. Tears were making their way down his cheeks. I wiped them away and he smiled, closing his eyes as the back of my hand touched his rough cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed my fingers. I moved my thumb to stop another tear as it slipped down his face. He exhaled shakily. He pulled me closer so I practically sitting on his lap.
"I love you," he said. I took a deep breath, steadying my tears.
"I love you too." I whispered. He smiled and his lips pressed against mine again. He pulled away.
"Want to go to bed?" he asked. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak but he kissed me again.
"We won't do anything, I just want to sleep in the same bed as you again, please?" He took hold of my hand and kissed each finger while looking into my eyes. He stood up slowly and I followed. He lead me up the stairs to our bedroom. I stood in the middle of the room. I hadn't entered it for a month, I had been sleeping on the couch. I looked at Billie as he walked closer. His arms snaked around my waist and he bent down to kiss me again. I wanted desperately to push him away, to tell him that my trust wasn't that easy to gain but I couldn't, something inside me made me kiss him back. He began to walk backwards, pulling me with him and we collapsed onto the bed. He rolled over, on top of me. I didn't stop him as he slipped off my shirt. I slithered my hands around his neck and ran my hands through his hair as his lips moved down to my chest. His hands fumbling with my belt. I moaned slightly as he finally slipped my jeans down over my hips and his hands crept into my boxers. I stopped myself quickly, but he was already smirking.
"I hate you," I murmured trying not to moan again as he slipped my boxers down with his free hand.
"I know," he said to my neck, biting it softly. "Do I have to undress myself?" he asked in mock indignation. I grinned and nodded. He sighed and sat up, straddling me, and took off his shirt. I lifted up my arm and traced the lining of his muscles and his tattoos. He shivered slightly and got off me. I looked at him as he undid his fly and his trousers dropped to the ground, he stepped out of them and pulled off his boxers. I moaned as he straddled me again. Lowering his body, I shifted so I could hold his weight. Our lips met and he yanked the covers over us.
I opened my eyes to see Billie grinning at me. He moved my fringe behind my ear. I smiled at him.
"I love you," he whispered, his hand still lying on my cheek.
"I love you too," I replied, moving closer to him so my head was resting on his bare chest. He put his arm around me, holding me close. I kissed his chest as he stroked my hair. I listened to the steady beating of his heart and felt his chest moving up and down. I relaxed, the tenseness in my muscles disappeared and I was completely at ease. The door opened slowly and Tre and Mike came in.
"Billie we've got a... " Tre stopped when he saw me lying next to Billie. Then he grinned. "Billie got some, Billie got some! Finally!" he chanted.
"Shut up!" Billie yawned, throwing a pillow at the bouncing Tre. Tre stopped but his grin didn't falter. Mike walked up to the bed. I shifted away from him, closer to Billie, the fact that I was naked twisting itself into my mind. Mike didn't notice and sat down on the side of the bed.
"As Tre was trying to say earlier, we've got a meeting at the studio in... " he looked at his watch "... ten minutes."
"Fuck!" Billie screamed. Jumping out of bed he ran around the room grabbing his clothes. Tre Mike and I began to laugh as he yanked on his boxers and then bent down to look under the bed for his trousers. Two minutes later, he was dressed.
"You know it's slightly scary that you guys don't mind watching me run around naked," he said, looking at Mike and Tre. They both looked at him.
"Dude, we've both seen you naked before, plenty of times! Especially Tre!" Mike replied. Tre laughed and lowered his eyes to Billie's crotch, licking his lips.
"I'm beginning to miss the way you used to... " Tre started.
"Whoa!" I said, loudly, "Girlfriend is within hearing distance!" Billie laughed.
"Don't worry babe, you're ten times better than he ever was," he said, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead. Tre gasped and I giggled.
"You said I was the best you ever had!" Tre faked hurt.
"Then I fucked Tez," Billie replied, walking out the room. Tre looked at me.
"How could you, bitch, we're meant to be friends!" he said in a high girly voice. I laughed and waved them out the room. I turned over and went back to sleep.
"Tez?" Someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Billie Joe standing above me.
"Yeah?" I yawned looking around the room to see if anyone else was there.
"It's five o clock. We're going out to dinner, me and the guys have something to announce." I groaned.
"How long do I have to get ready?"
"Half an hour."
"Shit. Is it posh?" I threw the covers off myself and began to walk into the bathroom.
"It's nice. So wear something tasteful."
"I'll try to find something," I called, turning on the shower and stripping off.
"I'll pick something out for you!" I heard Billie yell. This would be interesting.
I stepped out of the shower a few minutes later. Billie was standing by the end of the bed. In front of him lay two outfits. One was a black dress. It was tight fitting and low-cut but knee length therefore didn't make me look like a whore. The second was a knee length skirt and a fitted white shirt which had a collar. He'd picked out a pair of black stilettos to go with both outfits.
"I can't decide which one!" he whined. I laughed. "Try them on!"
"Hang on!" I began to search through a drawer for a pair of decent underwear and found some black frilly knickers with skulls printed on. I slipped them on and a black bra and then picked up the black dress. I pulled it over my head. Billie stood and looked me up and down.
"That one," he said and began to put away the skirt and shirt.
"You haven't seen me in the other one!" I cried, laughing.
"But that looks sexy. Stay in that, I like it." I laughed and walked over to the cracked mirror to do my make up.
"We need to refurnish this house." I said as I picked up my eyeliner pencil. He laughed.
"Baby, we needed to refurnish this house before we even moved in. We just have better things to spend our money."
"Like spiffs."
"Yeah and alcohol." I sighed and shook my head. Sitting down on the bed I picked up the shoes and slipped them on, doing up the straps and standing up again. I did a 360 turn for Billie.
"You look so god damn sexy I want to rip off all those clothes again," he said.
"Haha, keep your hands to yourself at dinner." I replied, picking up the hair dryer and turning it on.
"What about my tongue?"
"You're just perverted."
"No, I'm just horny."
"What are you wearing?" I asked, changing the subject. He shrugged and pulled out a suit.
"This I guess," he said whilst unzipping his fly, letting his trousers fall to the ground. He grinned as my eyes followed his trousers and then stopped at his crotch for a second before looking back up at his face.
"You know... we have fifteen minutes before we leave... " he said, looking at his watch, "and you know what they say, fashionably late." I grinned.
"I just got my hair nice, you're not fucking it up." He looked at me with his already famous puppy-dog-eyes. "Put some fucking trousers on," I replied, turning round to hide my grin. I heard him getting ready and when I next turned round he was dressed up.
"We all ready to go?" I asked. He nodded and, taking my hand, led me out of the door. Chloe Tre and Mike were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Chloe grinned when she saw me holding Billie's hand.
"You fucked him again? Finally!" she said.
"Chloe, shut up!" I hit her with my red handbag. Billie laughed. We all clambered into his beat up old car and he pulled out of the driveway.
"So... why are you three taking us out?" Chloe asked. The guys looked at each other and grinned.
"We'll tell you later," Billie said, returning his gaze back to the road.
"Babe?" He said softly, walking over to me and sitting next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I tensed. He removed his arm. I could see the tear drip down his chin out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please, forgive me, understand!" His begging made him sound so small, and vulnerable.
"I do Billie, I understand why you did it and I forgive you but that doesn't mean I'm automatically fine around you. You scared me, you promised you would never hurt me and you broke that promise. You're going to have to work on building up my trust in you again." I looked at him and he looked back.
"Just let me prove that I love you, please? Let me prove that what I did was a mistake that I'm never going to repeat." I nodded nervously.
"Okay," I replied. He brought his hand up to my face, I flinched as it touched my cheek, and slipped my fringe back behind my ear. My breathing became shallow and fast as I began to panic.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered, his lips moving closer to mine. My body began to tremble and he pulled me closer to him. I felt our bodies touch, our lips connect for the first time in a month. His kiss was gentle, comforting yet full of passion and love. I was still trembling when he pulled away. His forehead resting on mine. I averted my eyes, not able to look him in the eye. I began to sob quietly.
"Hey, calm down, baby. It's okay." He soothed softly as I cried. I was terrified as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his. "I love you more than I've ever loved before," he said so quietly I barely heard it. "Please take me back, please. I need you and you need me. We've both been through so much shit and we understand each other. We were made for each other Tez." I continued to sob as he spilt out his heart to me. I felt a cold tear fall on my head and looked up. Tears were making their way down his cheeks. I wiped them away and he smiled, closing his eyes as the back of my hand touched his rough cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed my fingers. I moved my thumb to stop another tear as it slipped down his face. He exhaled shakily. He pulled me closer so I practically sitting on his lap.
"I love you," he said. I took a deep breath, steadying my tears.
"I love you too." I whispered. He smiled and his lips pressed against mine again. He pulled away.
"Want to go to bed?" he asked. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak but he kissed me again.
"We won't do anything, I just want to sleep in the same bed as you again, please?" He took hold of my hand and kissed each finger while looking into my eyes. He stood up slowly and I followed. He lead me up the stairs to our bedroom. I stood in the middle of the room. I hadn't entered it for a month, I had been sleeping on the couch. I looked at Billie as he walked closer. His arms snaked around my waist and he bent down to kiss me again. I wanted desperately to push him away, to tell him that my trust wasn't that easy to gain but I couldn't, something inside me made me kiss him back. He began to walk backwards, pulling me with him and we collapsed onto the bed. He rolled over, on top of me. I didn't stop him as he slipped off my shirt. I slithered my hands around his neck and ran my hands through his hair as his lips moved down to my chest. His hands fumbling with my belt. I moaned slightly as he finally slipped my jeans down over my hips and his hands crept into my boxers. I stopped myself quickly, but he was already smirking.
"I hate you," I murmured trying not to moan again as he slipped my boxers down with his free hand.
"I know," he said to my neck, biting it softly. "Do I have to undress myself?" he asked in mock indignation. I grinned and nodded. He sighed and sat up, straddling me, and took off his shirt. I lifted up my arm and traced the lining of his muscles and his tattoos. He shivered slightly and got off me. I looked at him as he undid his fly and his trousers dropped to the ground, he stepped out of them and pulled off his boxers. I moaned as he straddled me again. Lowering his body, I shifted so I could hold his weight. Our lips met and he yanked the covers over us.
I opened my eyes to see Billie grinning at me. He moved my fringe behind my ear. I smiled at him.
"I love you," he whispered, his hand still lying on my cheek.
"I love you too," I replied, moving closer to him so my head was resting on his bare chest. He put his arm around me, holding me close. I kissed his chest as he stroked my hair. I listened to the steady beating of his heart and felt his chest moving up and down. I relaxed, the tenseness in my muscles disappeared and I was completely at ease. The door opened slowly and Tre and Mike came in.
"Billie we've got a... " Tre stopped when he saw me lying next to Billie. Then he grinned. "Billie got some, Billie got some! Finally!" he chanted.
"Shut up!" Billie yawned, throwing a pillow at the bouncing Tre. Tre stopped but his grin didn't falter. Mike walked up to the bed. I shifted away from him, closer to Billie, the fact that I was naked twisting itself into my mind. Mike didn't notice and sat down on the side of the bed.
"As Tre was trying to say earlier, we've got a meeting at the studio in... " he looked at his watch "... ten minutes."
"Fuck!" Billie screamed. Jumping out of bed he ran around the room grabbing his clothes. Tre Mike and I began to laugh as he yanked on his boxers and then bent down to look under the bed for his trousers. Two minutes later, he was dressed.
"You know it's slightly scary that you guys don't mind watching me run around naked," he said, looking at Mike and Tre. They both looked at him.
"Dude, we've both seen you naked before, plenty of times! Especially Tre!" Mike replied. Tre laughed and lowered his eyes to Billie's crotch, licking his lips.
"I'm beginning to miss the way you used to... " Tre started.
"Whoa!" I said, loudly, "Girlfriend is within hearing distance!" Billie laughed.
"Don't worry babe, you're ten times better than he ever was," he said, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead. Tre gasped and I giggled.
"You said I was the best you ever had!" Tre faked hurt.
"Then I fucked Tez," Billie replied, walking out the room. Tre looked at me.
"How could you, bitch, we're meant to be friends!" he said in a high girly voice. I laughed and waved them out the room. I turned over and went back to sleep.
"Tez?" Someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Billie Joe standing above me.
"Yeah?" I yawned looking around the room to see if anyone else was there.
"It's five o clock. We're going out to dinner, me and the guys have something to announce." I groaned.
"How long do I have to get ready?"
"Half an hour."
"Shit. Is it posh?" I threw the covers off myself and began to walk into the bathroom.
"It's nice. So wear something tasteful."
"I'll try to find something," I called, turning on the shower and stripping off.
"I'll pick something out for you!" I heard Billie yell. This would be interesting.
I stepped out of the shower a few minutes later. Billie was standing by the end of the bed. In front of him lay two outfits. One was a black dress. It was tight fitting and low-cut but knee length therefore didn't make me look like a whore. The second was a knee length skirt and a fitted white shirt which had a collar. He'd picked out a pair of black stilettos to go with both outfits.
"I can't decide which one!" he whined. I laughed. "Try them on!"
"Hang on!" I began to search through a drawer for a pair of decent underwear and found some black frilly knickers with skulls printed on. I slipped them on and a black bra and then picked up the black dress. I pulled it over my head. Billie stood and looked me up and down.
"That one," he said and began to put away the skirt and shirt.
"You haven't seen me in the other one!" I cried, laughing.
"But that looks sexy. Stay in that, I like it." I laughed and walked over to the cracked mirror to do my make up.
"We need to refurnish this house." I said as I picked up my eyeliner pencil. He laughed.
"Baby, we needed to refurnish this house before we even moved in. We just have better things to spend our money."
"Like spiffs."
"Yeah and alcohol." I sighed and shook my head. Sitting down on the bed I picked up the shoes and slipped them on, doing up the straps and standing up again. I did a 360 turn for Billie.
"You look so god damn sexy I want to rip off all those clothes again," he said.
"Haha, keep your hands to yourself at dinner." I replied, picking up the hair dryer and turning it on.
"What about my tongue?"
"You're just perverted."
"No, I'm just horny."
"What are you wearing?" I asked, changing the subject. He shrugged and pulled out a suit.
"This I guess," he said whilst unzipping his fly, letting his trousers fall to the ground. He grinned as my eyes followed his trousers and then stopped at his crotch for a second before looking back up at his face.
"You know... we have fifteen minutes before we leave... " he said, looking at his watch, "and you know what they say, fashionably late." I grinned.
"I just got my hair nice, you're not fucking it up." He looked at me with his already famous puppy-dog-eyes. "Put some fucking trousers on," I replied, turning round to hide my grin. I heard him getting ready and when I next turned round he was dressed up.
"We all ready to go?" I asked. He nodded and, taking my hand, led me out of the door. Chloe Tre and Mike were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Chloe grinned when she saw me holding Billie's hand.
"You fucked him again? Finally!" she said.
"Chloe, shut up!" I hit her with my red handbag. Billie laughed. We all clambered into his beat up old car and he pulled out of the driveway.
"So... why are you three taking us out?" Chloe asked. The guys looked at each other and grinned.
"We'll tell you later," Billie said, returning his gaze back to the road.
