Silent Tears, chapter 7
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
This is fucking mental. I've looked all over for Skye, and she isn't anywhere. What the fuck is she playing at, it's 10:00, and she's been gone for about seven hours. I slump on the sofa and stare at the blank TV screen. I haven't known her that long, but she means the world to me.
The phone rings. I dash at it and pick up, it's Tre.
"Billie... "
"What?" I snap. Ok, I'm not in the best of moods...
"It's Skye, we, well, Mike's just found her."
"Really!?" I almost yell. "Where is she?"
"In the ally 100meters down your road, you'd better get down here, she doesn't look so great." He hangs up.
I run down, praying that Skye is fine and that this is all going to be ok.
When I get there, Skye is blacked out, lying on the floor. Tre is sat against one wall, watching her and holding the bandage around his hand. Mike comes over to me.
"Has she moved?" I immediately ask when I see her.
"No. I think she's out." Mike replies, not taking his eyes off the miserable black-and-white huddle that is Skye.
"I think we should get her to hospital." I say, also staring at Skye.
While Mike dials 911 on his mobile Tre and me talk.
"Look, Billie, I told you getting a problematic kid was a problem. What the fuck are we going to do when we go on tour?"
"We'll think about that when we get there. And anyway, she has done some good, I feel happier than I have done in years and I actually feel like a parent. With Joey and Jakob, Adrienne did all the work while I sat back and worked on albums."
"Yeah, but still. She's knifed two fucking people, she's hardly eaten since you got her, she won't even look you in the eye anymore."
"I want to help her." I manage to say before Mike shouts;
"AMBULANCE!"
I watch helplessly as paramedics pick Skye up and load her into the back of the ambulance.
"Do any of you know her?" One asks before they shut the door.
"Yeah, I'm her adopted father." I say, they let me in the back, and I sit by Skye. For the first time ever, I hold her hand, she's so cold.
Mike and Tre drive behind, as we drive to the hospital, I really hope Skye is going to be ok. She's so strong, she has to be ok, I don't know what I'd do without her, I really hope she's ok...
This is fucking mental. I've looked all over for Skye, and she isn't anywhere. What the fuck is she playing at, it's 10:00, and she's been gone for about seven hours. I slump on the sofa and stare at the blank TV screen. I haven't known her that long, but she means the world to me.
The phone rings. I dash at it and pick up, it's Tre.
"Billie... "
"What?" I snap. Ok, I'm not in the best of moods...
"It's Skye, we, well, Mike's just found her."
"Really!?" I almost yell. "Where is she?"
"In the ally 100meters down your road, you'd better get down here, she doesn't look so great." He hangs up.
I run down, praying that Skye is fine and that this is all going to be ok.
When I get there, Skye is blacked out, lying on the floor. Tre is sat against one wall, watching her and holding the bandage around his hand. Mike comes over to me.
"Has she moved?" I immediately ask when I see her.
"No. I think she's out." Mike replies, not taking his eyes off the miserable black-and-white huddle that is Skye.
"I think we should get her to hospital." I say, also staring at Skye.
While Mike dials 911 on his mobile Tre and me talk.
"Look, Billie, I told you getting a problematic kid was a problem. What the fuck are we going to do when we go on tour?"
"We'll think about that when we get there. And anyway, she has done some good, I feel happier than I have done in years and I actually feel like a parent. With Joey and Jakob, Adrienne did all the work while I sat back and worked on albums."
"Yeah, but still. She's knifed two fucking people, she's hardly eaten since you got her, she won't even look you in the eye anymore."
"I want to help her." I manage to say before Mike shouts;
"AMBULANCE!"
I watch helplessly as paramedics pick Skye up and load her into the back of the ambulance.
"Do any of you know her?" One asks before they shut the door.
"Yeah, I'm her adopted father." I say, they let me in the back, and I sit by Skye. For the first time ever, I hold her hand, she's so cold.
Mike and Tre drive behind, as we drive to the hospital, I really hope Skye is going to be ok. She's so strong, she has to be ok, I don't know what I'd do without her, I really hope she's ok...
