You're My Angel, chapter 7
"Oh my god," she gasped. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"Tré gave it to me earlier," he said. "Why? Is it important or something?"
"Yes...very," she stammered. "And I would prefer that you didn't read it," she said as she attempted to grab the note out of his hand.
"Hey, that's not very nice," he laughed as held it high enough above her head so that she couldn't reach it.
"Billie...I'm not fucking playing," she said with an angry tone. "Give it to me now."
"You're not getting mad, are you? I wanna know what it says now," he laughed as he unfolded the paper.
She knew that this was the moment that she had feared for a very, very long time. She was very anxious because she didn't know what his reaction would be. She prayed that she was only dreaming and that she would wake up any second...but it didn't happen.
He still had a smile on his face, but he hadn't gotten to the part where she actually told him the reason for writing the letter in the first place. A few seconds later, she knew that he had read the part she didn't want him to because his facial expression turned into one of seriousness.
He folded the letter back up and put it in his pocket before mumbling something that she didn't understand and grabbing his keys and walking towards the door. She felt like the world was suddenly moving in slow motion. She tried to say something to stop him, but she could only stand there helplessly as she watched him walk away.
She stood in the same place for a few minutes before coming back to her senses. She had no idea what to feel at this point...she was angry and hurt by Tré's actions and she didn't know what to do.
She decided to call Mike because he was normally pretty good at giving advice... he always knew what to do in difficult situations such as the one she currently found herself in.
"Mike," she said when he picked up the phone. "I need to talk to someone."
"Ok," he said. "I'm listening...what's wrong?"
"I am going to fucking kill Tré," she sniffled.
"Wait a minute," he said trying to calm her down a little. "Before you go killing our drummer, why don't you tell me what he did."
"He...he gave," she started. "He gave Billie that letter that I wrote him."
"Which one?" he asked. "The one where you...the one you wrote before he married Jamie?"
"Yeah," she sobbed. "That one."
"Why woul..." he paused. "Hey, Billie is calling...let me call you back."
"No, Mike...wait," she said before the line went dead.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Damn it, Mike...fucking thanks a lot."
She threw her phone down on the couch next to her before picking it up again. This time she dialed Tré's number with the intention of giving him a serious verbal thrashing. Luckily for him he didn't pick up and his voicemail picked up.
"If you know what's good for you Tré, you will not even fucking think about coming to my apartment tonight...congratulations Mr. Wright, you have just officially worn out your fucking welcome. I can't believe you would do something like that to me," she paused. "You are supposed to be one of my very good friends and you go pull shit like this. I want nothing more than to bash your fucking head in with a baseball bat right now," she cried. "Oh and just in case you are wondering why the hell I'm so pissed at you right now...you're little plan didn't fucking work. Billie read what I wrote and then he left without saying a word about it. Thanks Tré, I'll remember this the next time you think you can trust me with one of your secrets."
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Adriana was awakened by a knock on the door and she sat up suddenly to check the time. She was relieved to find that it was only noon and she had four more hours before she had to be at work.
"I'm coming," she said as she tried to remember lying down on the couch and falling asleep.
She opened the door to find Tré and Haley standing outside. She still wanted to choke the life out of Tré but she restrained herself from doing so and let them both in. The two of them sat down on opposite couches as Adriana offered them something to drink.
"So why are you here, Haley?" she asked as she returned from the kitchen.
"I dunno..." she said as she turned on the television. "He told me that he needed me to come and be a witness just in case you tried to beat the fuck out of him... he said you might be feeling a little homicidal towards him."
"A little homicidal? I'd say that's a serious understatement," she said as she gave Tré a 'go to hell' look. "It's good you came with him though."
"Ana," he said apologetically. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know that he would react that way and I was only trying to help you out."
"I don't want to hear it," she sighed. "Although my decision not to tell Billie how I felt may have been a heavy burden to carry around... it was not your decision to make. I can't even believe you would do something like that to me."
"Oh my," Haley gasped. "You told Billie? What did he say?" she asked glaring at Tré.
"I don't..." Adriana cut him off. "He didn't say anything...he just walked out," she told her.
She wasn't sure what Billie thought about the whole situation, but judging from his reaction he obviously did not feel the same way. She hadn't seen him since the night before when he hurriedly left her apartment, but his car was parked in the parking lot outside.
Finally it was time for Adriana and Haley to head in to work. Haley left a little early because she had to get gas which left her and Tré alone. They both sat in silence while Adriana put her shoes on.
"Hey, I was just trying to make you happy," he sighed. "I know you've struggled with this issue for so long and...I don't know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop your misery. I hope you can forgive me, I'll do anything...I would hate to lose your friendship after six years. "
She didn't want to forgive Tré for what he did...after all, no one had ever betrayed her trust like he did before. She started feeling bad though because his apology sounded so sincere and she believed him in that he really was just trying to help and that he thought that Billie felt the same way.
"Maybe," she said as she opened the door. "We'll talk about it tomorrow night when you take me out to dinner at a very nice restaurant to start trying to redeem yourself."
"Ok...I will definitely do that," he assured her. "Bye."
It was a very long day for Adriana and all she wanted to do was go home. She was stressed out because she didn't really know what Billie's reaction was and she hoped she would be able to talk to someone who knew very soon. She just wanted the whole ordeal to be over with as soon as possible.
The next night, as promised, Tré took her out to one of her favorite restaurants and told her to order everything on the menu if she wanted to. She declined his offer and had fettuccine instead.
"So have you talked to Billie since the other night?" she asked as the waitress brought them their food.
"No, I haven't seen him since then and I was home all day today and yesterday," he told her.
"Well I hope you didn't drive him to commit suicide or something," she laughed for the first time in two days.
"You're not that repulsive," he smiled. "I think you're a hottie."
"Thanks," she laughed. "Say more things like that and I might forgive you faster."
After dinner, Tré dropped Adriana off at her apartment. However, he didn't get out because Mike had asked him to come over after they finished eating. He had said that it was very important that he come over, but he wouldn't tell him what was going on.
As she was walking towards the door, she noticed someone sitting between her and Billie's apartment. When she got closer she realized that it was Billie and he appeared to be asleep.
She really didn't feel confident in talking to him yet so she decided not to bother him. She tried to be quiet as she pulled her keys out of her pocket and stuck them in the doorknob. Apparently, she wasn't quiet enough.
"Adriana," she heard him say. "Can I talk to you?" he asked as he stood up.
"About what?" she asked even though she already had a pretty good idea what he wanted to talk about.
"Well I'd like for you to come over," he said motioning towards his door. "It's not one of those simple conversations that are over in five minutes."
"Tré gave it to me earlier," he said. "Why? Is it important or something?"
"Yes...very," she stammered. "And I would prefer that you didn't read it," she said as she attempted to grab the note out of his hand.
"Hey, that's not very nice," he laughed as held it high enough above her head so that she couldn't reach it.
"Billie...I'm not fucking playing," she said with an angry tone. "Give it to me now."
"You're not getting mad, are you? I wanna know what it says now," he laughed as he unfolded the paper.
She knew that this was the moment that she had feared for a very, very long time. She was very anxious because she didn't know what his reaction would be. She prayed that she was only dreaming and that she would wake up any second...but it didn't happen.
He still had a smile on his face, but he hadn't gotten to the part where she actually told him the reason for writing the letter in the first place. A few seconds later, she knew that he had read the part she didn't want him to because his facial expression turned into one of seriousness.
He folded the letter back up and put it in his pocket before mumbling something that she didn't understand and grabbing his keys and walking towards the door. She felt like the world was suddenly moving in slow motion. She tried to say something to stop him, but she could only stand there helplessly as she watched him walk away.
She stood in the same place for a few minutes before coming back to her senses. She had no idea what to feel at this point...she was angry and hurt by Tré's actions and she didn't know what to do.
She decided to call Mike because he was normally pretty good at giving advice... he always knew what to do in difficult situations such as the one she currently found herself in.
"Mike," she said when he picked up the phone. "I need to talk to someone."
"Ok," he said. "I'm listening...what's wrong?"
"I am going to fucking kill Tré," she sniffled.
"Wait a minute," he said trying to calm her down a little. "Before you go killing our drummer, why don't you tell me what he did."
"He...he gave," she started. "He gave Billie that letter that I wrote him."
"Which one?" he asked. "The one where you...the one you wrote before he married Jamie?"
"Yeah," she sobbed. "That one."
"Why woul..." he paused. "Hey, Billie is calling...let me call you back."
"No, Mike...wait," she said before the line went dead.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Damn it, Mike...fucking thanks a lot."
She threw her phone down on the couch next to her before picking it up again. This time she dialed Tré's number with the intention of giving him a serious verbal thrashing. Luckily for him he didn't pick up and his voicemail picked up.
"If you know what's good for you Tré, you will not even fucking think about coming to my apartment tonight...congratulations Mr. Wright, you have just officially worn out your fucking welcome. I can't believe you would do something like that to me," she paused. "You are supposed to be one of my very good friends and you go pull shit like this. I want nothing more than to bash your fucking head in with a baseball bat right now," she cried. "Oh and just in case you are wondering why the hell I'm so pissed at you right now...you're little plan didn't fucking work. Billie read what I wrote and then he left without saying a word about it. Thanks Tré, I'll remember this the next time you think you can trust me with one of your secrets."
--
Adriana was awakened by a knock on the door and she sat up suddenly to check the time. She was relieved to find that it was only noon and she had four more hours before she had to be at work.
"I'm coming," she said as she tried to remember lying down on the couch and falling asleep.
She opened the door to find Tré and Haley standing outside. She still wanted to choke the life out of Tré but she restrained herself from doing so and let them both in. The two of them sat down on opposite couches as Adriana offered them something to drink.
"So why are you here, Haley?" she asked as she returned from the kitchen.
"I dunno..." she said as she turned on the television. "He told me that he needed me to come and be a witness just in case you tried to beat the fuck out of him... he said you might be feeling a little homicidal towards him."
"A little homicidal? I'd say that's a serious understatement," she said as she gave Tré a 'go to hell' look. "It's good you came with him though."
"Ana," he said apologetically. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know that he would react that way and I was only trying to help you out."
"I don't want to hear it," she sighed. "Although my decision not to tell Billie how I felt may have been a heavy burden to carry around... it was not your decision to make. I can't even believe you would do something like that to me."
"Oh my," Haley gasped. "You told Billie? What did he say?" she asked glaring at Tré.
"I don't..." Adriana cut him off. "He didn't say anything...he just walked out," she told her.
She wasn't sure what Billie thought about the whole situation, but judging from his reaction he obviously did not feel the same way. She hadn't seen him since the night before when he hurriedly left her apartment, but his car was parked in the parking lot outside.
Finally it was time for Adriana and Haley to head in to work. Haley left a little early because she had to get gas which left her and Tré alone. They both sat in silence while Adriana put her shoes on.
"Hey, I was just trying to make you happy," he sighed. "I know you've struggled with this issue for so long and...I don't know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop your misery. I hope you can forgive me, I'll do anything...I would hate to lose your friendship after six years. "
She didn't want to forgive Tré for what he did...after all, no one had ever betrayed her trust like he did before. She started feeling bad though because his apology sounded so sincere and she believed him in that he really was just trying to help and that he thought that Billie felt the same way.
"Maybe," she said as she opened the door. "We'll talk about it tomorrow night when you take me out to dinner at a very nice restaurant to start trying to redeem yourself."
"Ok...I will definitely do that," he assured her. "Bye."
It was a very long day for Adriana and all she wanted to do was go home. She was stressed out because she didn't really know what Billie's reaction was and she hoped she would be able to talk to someone who knew very soon. She just wanted the whole ordeal to be over with as soon as possible.
The next night, as promised, Tré took her out to one of her favorite restaurants and told her to order everything on the menu if she wanted to. She declined his offer and had fettuccine instead.
"So have you talked to Billie since the other night?" she asked as the waitress brought them their food.
"No, I haven't seen him since then and I was home all day today and yesterday," he told her.
"Well I hope you didn't drive him to commit suicide or something," she laughed for the first time in two days.
"You're not that repulsive," he smiled. "I think you're a hottie."
"Thanks," she laughed. "Say more things like that and I might forgive you faster."
After dinner, Tré dropped Adriana off at her apartment. However, he didn't get out because Mike had asked him to come over after they finished eating. He had said that it was very important that he come over, but he wouldn't tell him what was going on.
As she was walking towards the door, she noticed someone sitting between her and Billie's apartment. When she got closer she realized that it was Billie and he appeared to be asleep.
She really didn't feel confident in talking to him yet so she decided not to bother him. She tried to be quiet as she pulled her keys out of her pocket and stuck them in the doorknob. Apparently, she wasn't quiet enough.
"Adriana," she heard him say. "Can I talk to you?" he asked as he stood up.
"About what?" she asked even though she already had a pretty good idea what he wanted to talk about.
"Well I'd like for you to come over," he said motioning towards his door. "It's not one of those simple conversations that are over in five minutes."
