Silent Tears, chapter 3
Ok, let's get a few things sorted. Billie Joe and Skye are at Billie Joe's house, it is three days since they met and Skye hasn't talked. Billie Joe has only just taken Skye back, so she is walking into this house for the first time in her life.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Skye walks into the house as if it's a place of worship. Her tiny (size five) feet make no noise on the carpet. She's carrying her rucksack and her two guitar cases. She looks around in wonder.
I grab the phone off the side, she looks at me questioningly, I forgot to add that over the past three days I've learnt that she communicates anything she wants/needs to say through the way she looks at you. So, she gives me this questioning look, so I point at the phone and say; "I gotta phone Tre and Mike to tell them you're here, they really want to meet you." She nods.
I give her a 'grand' tour of the house, showing her where the bathrooms and stuff are, it finishes with her room, it's about three times bigger than her room at the orphanage and she looks slightly lost in it. There's a walk-in-wardrobe, not a very big one, but it's still a walk-in-wardrobe.
She droppes her guitars on the bed and sits down, she lookes kinda scared. I sit down next to her. "Skye, you need to go to school. I know you've only just got here and you will have a few days to settle in, but we need to get you enrolled at a school." She gave me her well-loved questioning look again. "Otherwise they're gonna take you away." She didn't look at me.
I sighed. "Think about it." I said, before leaving her to unpack.
*Skye's P.O.V*
No. I don't want to go to school. I bunked off, and I will do again, unless he personally drags me down there and has me watched by cameras 24/7.
I take out Death and take the pick off my necklace and begin strumming a few random chords. I don't need to unpack, and anyway, I'm gonna need that wardrobe, I can't afford to clog it up with clothes. This room is too big, at night I get that thing where you're scared of big spaces, I'm gonna hate this room.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I tap in Mike's number and silently pray that he isn't out. He picks up. "Hello." He says.
"Hi, Mike." I say, god I'm so exited.
"Hi, Billie. You got her?"
"Yeah, she's here, she hasn't spoken."
"Shame. Tre ain't gonna like this, but stuff him, what's she like?" He asks.
"Oh, she's really nice, she doesn't talk but you can tell exactly what she's thinking by the way she looks at you." I tell him.
He sighs. "She sounds nice, which school is she going to?"
"Dunno. We haven't talked about it, wait, she won't talk... so I guess we won't talk about it at all."
He laughs. "Ok, Bill. I gotta go. I promised I'd take Estelle to the pictures." He hangs up.
***
*Several failed attempts to get Skye to talk later*
*Normal P.O.V*
Billie Joe was nearly ripping out his hair. Skye wouldn't talk, and now, she wouldn't even make eye contact with him.
He picked up the phone and taped in a random number he'd memorised.
*ring ring... ring, ring*
"Hello?"
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Oh damnit, I've memorised the orphanages phone number. Oh well, they did say to phone them if I had any problems.
"Umm... Hi, it's Billie Joe Armstrong, I adopted a girl today."
"Oh, yes. Sick of her already?" The woman laughs.
"No. It's just, how did you communicate with her when she won't look at you?" I ask.
The woman laughs again. "Everyone has this problem... Have you got a pen and paper?"
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
Ok, I'm sitting on my new bed, strumming some chords on Death. All of a sudden Dad calls me from downstairs.
No offence, but he's annoying me already, the schools and stuff... Oh well, no point in thinking about that, I'm not going and that's final.
I walk downstairs to find him sitting at the kitchen table, I go and sit down opposite him. He pushes something across the table, I look at it.
Great, a notepad and pen, so now he's phoned up the orphanage, and they've told him about this crap solution to me not talking. Oh well, same as always, white lies here I come.
"Which school did you used to go to?" He asks.
I grab the notepad and write down 'Didn't'.
"Didn't what?"
'Go to school.'
"Why?"
'Didn't want to'
"Did you get bullied?"
'... '
"Did you?"
'No comment.'
"Ok, do you want to go to school?" What is this, a fucking interview?
'No.'
"Why?"
'I hate school.' This is going nowhere.
"I'm gonna send you to a school, is that ok?"
'Fine.' But don't expect me to arrive.
"Good."
***
I told you I'd hate being in a huge room. It's nearly 12:00, and it's so creepy. There aren't proper curtains, so the light is shining through the window, casting creepy shadows around the room. It's too damn light and it's too damn big, I'm freaked out... what else did I save that wardrobe for?
***
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Ok, time to get up. I'm thinking... Maybe go introduce Skye to Mike and Tre, get her some clothes, maybe a few books.
I walk into Skye's room, something isn't right. The sheets are crumpled, but she's not there. I look round her room. She hasn't unpacked.
I walk downstairs, secretly praying that she's getting food... Oh, right. She wouldn't be getting food... would she? I look all round, and she's not anywhere. This is scary, I really hope she hasn't gone out on her own. "SKYE!" I call, but I get no answer, save the echoes of my own voice coming back to haunt me.
I walk into her room, hoping she might be there. But it's empty. "Skye." I call gently. Nothing.
Hang on, there is something - a kinda rustling from the wardrobe. I walk over to it, and pull it open.
There she is; Skye. She looks so sweet, she's asleep, for once. All curled up at one end of the wardrobe... so that's why she didn't unpack, she wanted to be in the dark.
"Skye." I call gently. She wakes up in an instance, looks confused, then looks up at me. "What time did you get to sleep?" I ask. She taps the watch on her wrist, indicating that she only got to sleep three minutes ago.
I sigh. "Time to get up." She runs downstairs, when I get down there there's a note on the side saying; 'I was already up.'
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Skye walks into the house as if it's a place of worship. Her tiny (size five) feet make no noise on the carpet. She's carrying her rucksack and her two guitar cases. She looks around in wonder.
I grab the phone off the side, she looks at me questioningly, I forgot to add that over the past three days I've learnt that she communicates anything she wants/needs to say through the way she looks at you. So, she gives me this questioning look, so I point at the phone and say; "I gotta phone Tre and Mike to tell them you're here, they really want to meet you." She nods.
I give her a 'grand' tour of the house, showing her where the bathrooms and stuff are, it finishes with her room, it's about three times bigger than her room at the orphanage and she looks slightly lost in it. There's a walk-in-wardrobe, not a very big one, but it's still a walk-in-wardrobe.
She droppes her guitars on the bed and sits down, she lookes kinda scared. I sit down next to her. "Skye, you need to go to school. I know you've only just got here and you will have a few days to settle in, but we need to get you enrolled at a school." She gave me her well-loved questioning look again. "Otherwise they're gonna take you away." She didn't look at me.
I sighed. "Think about it." I said, before leaving her to unpack.
*Skye's P.O.V*
No. I don't want to go to school. I bunked off, and I will do again, unless he personally drags me down there and has me watched by cameras 24/7.
I take out Death and take the pick off my necklace and begin strumming a few random chords. I don't need to unpack, and anyway, I'm gonna need that wardrobe, I can't afford to clog it up with clothes. This room is too big, at night I get that thing where you're scared of big spaces, I'm gonna hate this room.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I tap in Mike's number and silently pray that he isn't out. He picks up. "Hello." He says.
"Hi, Mike." I say, god I'm so exited.
"Hi, Billie. You got her?"
"Yeah, she's here, she hasn't spoken."
"Shame. Tre ain't gonna like this, but stuff him, what's she like?" He asks.
"Oh, she's really nice, she doesn't talk but you can tell exactly what she's thinking by the way she looks at you." I tell him.
He sighs. "She sounds nice, which school is she going to?"
"Dunno. We haven't talked about it, wait, she won't talk... so I guess we won't talk about it at all."
He laughs. "Ok, Bill. I gotta go. I promised I'd take Estelle to the pictures." He hangs up.
***
*Several failed attempts to get Skye to talk later*
*Normal P.O.V*
Billie Joe was nearly ripping out his hair. Skye wouldn't talk, and now, she wouldn't even make eye contact with him.
He picked up the phone and taped in a random number he'd memorised.
*ring ring... ring, ring*
"Hello?"
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Oh damnit, I've memorised the orphanages phone number. Oh well, they did say to phone them if I had any problems.
"Umm... Hi, it's Billie Joe Armstrong, I adopted a girl today."
"Oh, yes. Sick of her already?" The woman laughs.
"No. It's just, how did you communicate with her when she won't look at you?" I ask.
The woman laughs again. "Everyone has this problem... Have you got a pen and paper?"
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
Ok, I'm sitting on my new bed, strumming some chords on Death. All of a sudden Dad calls me from downstairs.
No offence, but he's annoying me already, the schools and stuff... Oh well, no point in thinking about that, I'm not going and that's final.
I walk downstairs to find him sitting at the kitchen table, I go and sit down opposite him. He pushes something across the table, I look at it.
Great, a notepad and pen, so now he's phoned up the orphanage, and they've told him about this crap solution to me not talking. Oh well, same as always, white lies here I come.
"Which school did you used to go to?" He asks.
I grab the notepad and write down 'Didn't'.
"Didn't what?"
'Go to school.'
"Why?"
'Didn't want to'
"Did you get bullied?"
'... '
"Did you?"
'No comment.'
"Ok, do you want to go to school?" What is this, a fucking interview?
'No.'
"Why?"
'I hate school.' This is going nowhere.
"I'm gonna send you to a school, is that ok?"
'Fine.' But don't expect me to arrive.
"Good."
***
I told you I'd hate being in a huge room. It's nearly 12:00, and it's so creepy. There aren't proper curtains, so the light is shining through the window, casting creepy shadows around the room. It's too damn light and it's too damn big, I'm freaked out... what else did I save that wardrobe for?
***
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
Ok, time to get up. I'm thinking... Maybe go introduce Skye to Mike and Tre, get her some clothes, maybe a few books.
I walk into Skye's room, something isn't right. The sheets are crumpled, but she's not there. I look round her room. She hasn't unpacked.
I walk downstairs, secretly praying that she's getting food... Oh, right. She wouldn't be getting food... would she? I look all round, and she's not anywhere. This is scary, I really hope she hasn't gone out on her own. "SKYE!" I call, but I get no answer, save the echoes of my own voice coming back to haunt me.
I walk into her room, hoping she might be there. But it's empty. "Skye." I call gently. Nothing.
Hang on, there is something - a kinda rustling from the wardrobe. I walk over to it, and pull it open.
There she is; Skye. She looks so sweet, she's asleep, for once. All curled up at one end of the wardrobe... so that's why she didn't unpack, she wanted to be in the dark.
"Skye." I call gently. She wakes up in an instance, looks confused, then looks up at me. "What time did you get to sleep?" I ask. She taps the watch on her wrist, indicating that she only got to sleep three minutes ago.
I sigh. "Time to get up." She runs downstairs, when I get down there there's a note on the side saying; 'I was already up.'
