John's Revenge, chapter 2

**Olivia's POV**

I walked into our room. John was out, so I should be alright. Even so, I locked the door. My body ached all over. I stopped and clutched my stomach. John insisted on hitting me there, even though he knew I was pregnant. I was scared; for the baby and myself.

I went to a drawer in the dresser. I unlocked it and got out a box. It was full of photographs of us at Gilman; there were photos of John, Billie, Mike, Lawrence, Kain, Tre, Bobby, me... so many people John had forbidden me to contact.

I found a piece of paper at the bottom of the box. It had Billie, Mike and Tre's phone numbers on it.

Call us if you ever need help.

I had found it inside a wedding card from them. How they knew I was getting married I had no idea. John had been furious when he saw it. He ripped it up, but I had managed to salvage the slip of paper.

Who knows when it might come in handy?

I saw a photograph of Tre and I. I missed him so much. I stared at the photograph, tears forming in my eyes.

The doorknob turned.

"Olivia, are you in there?"

I froze. John was back. I hurriedly began shoving everything back in the box.

"Olivia? Answer me! Are you in there?"

"Yeah," I replied. I shoved the box in the drawer and locked it. I put the key back in it's place.

I got up and unlocked the door. John came in.

"Why was the door locked?"

"I was doing girl stuff."

"Oh?"

I spotted a photograph on the floor. It was the photograph of Tre and I. I was paralysed with fear.

He walked out of the room.

"I'm going out."

"Where?"

"That's none of your business!" John snapped, turning on me. My whole body was shaking. He towered over me. He stood there for what seemed like an age, but then walked out of the front door. I finally dared breathe again.

I noticed a piece of paper on the table. I walked over and picked it up.

Meet Pete at 7, re: Tre Cool.
$1 000

I was confused. Why did John need to see Pete? Pete had killed three people a couple of years ago, but managed to pin the blame on Bobby. John hadn't spoken to him since.

I looked at the piece of paper again.

Meet Pete at 7, re: Tre Cool.

I gasped. John had been complaining about not being in Green Day a lot lately, but he wouldn't... would he?

I knew the answer. I ran into our room, locking the door. I grabbed the photograph and the slip of paper. I put them in my purse and ran out of the house.

I stopped at the nearest pay phone. I dialled the first number on the piece of paper.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. I was getting nervous. What if that wasn't his number any more?

The ringing stopped and I heard a voice.

"Hello, Tre Cool speaking."

I smiled. I hadn't heard that voice in three years.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Tre, it's Olivia."

"Olivia. What's wrong? Are you OK?"

He sounded so worried.

"Actually, I need to talk to you. Face to face."

"OK, do you want to come to my place tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that'll be great."

**John's POV**
I saw Pete standing in the corner. I walked over.

"I hear you need a favour," Pete smiled slowly.

"Yeah.."

"Who?"

"Tre Cool."

**Olivia's POV**
I hung up the phone. I had written Tre's address on the back of the slip of paper. I'd tell John I was going to my Mom's house for the night. Tre had asked me if I wanted to come to a Green Day gig that evening. Of course, I said yes.

I felt another sharp pain in my stomach.

"It's OK, baby. Tomorrow we're going to see someone very special. Someone that Mommy cares about very much," I had gotten into the habit of talking to the baby. It made me feel proud to know that there was someone in the world that depended on me and only me. I was proud to know that I was looking after my little baby, me and no one else.

"Don't worry, we're OK. You and me." I got home. John wasn't back yet. I went into our room. I got a needle and thread. I sewed the slip of paper into my pocket. That way, John couldn't find it.

**John's POV**

"Pete, can you do the job?"

"Yeah, it's just going to be harder because he's a celebrity, y'know what I'm saying?"

"How will you make sure it's done?"

"Well, as it happens, I have some friends who can get me into gigs. I believe Green Day have one tomorrow evening. I'll go along and take care of your little friend."


The Next Day
**Olivia's POV**
I got up. John was already awake, I could hear him moving around the house. I got dressed and packed a small overnight bag. I packed the box from the dresser. I didn't want John finding it while I was gone.

I walked into the kitchen. John was standing at the stove, making pancakes.

"Good morning, sunshine." He smiled and tossed the pancakes.

Oh my God. I pinched myself. He'd never acted like this before, but the throbbing pain in my arm told me I was wide awake.

"Um, g-good morning sweetie," I chirped. I set down my overnight bag on the floor.

"What's that for?" John turned to me, his face set with anger. This was the John that I knew.

"My mother wants me to visit her tonight, what with it being the first anniversary of dad's death. She doesn't want to be alone."

John scrutinised my face, looking for any sign that I was lying. He walked over and stood by me, his face close to mine.

'Oh God.' I thought. 'He knows.'

"I'd forgotten what day it was," he said pulling me into a hug. "Go, take good care of your Mom. Take care of Junior too."

I smiled. He stepped back. He got the pancakes off the stove and put two on each plate.

"There you go."

He turned on the television.

"All of California are flocking to San Francisco where our very own Green Day are perfroming live tonight. It is their first major concert in the city.." the newsreader gushed.

"And their last."

"Pardon?" I asked John.

"Um, I said... " he was cut off when the telephone rang. He jumped up and answered it.

"Pete," he mumbled.

I walked into our bedroom and locked the door. I picked up the receiver as carefully as I could.

"Have you got the tickets?"

"Yeah, Kiffmeyer. Front row. I'll have an easy shot."

"What, you're going to shoot him during the concert?"

"You got a point there. Ah, my friend said I could have a backstage pass. I'll ask for a word with the drummer and bingo! He's pushing up daisies."

I hung up the phone being as careful as I could. My heart was racing. I was glad that I was meeting Tre today, before it was too late.

I went to the door and unlocked it. I grabbed my overnight bag. John had just hung up the phone.

"Bye, Liv."

"Bye John. See you tomorrow." I walked out of the door. I was shaking as I climbed on the bus. Tre had wanted to pick me up from the house, to make sure I'd travel safely.

I got off the bus several stops later. I would walk the rest of the way. I walked along the road. The houses got progressively fancier. I stopped at the house Tre had given me the address of. I gasped. He'd told me he'd just moved in, so it was a bit of a mess. It was incredibly different from the apartment near Gilman.

I pressed the intercom. It crackled.

"Bonjour! C'est Tres Cool!"

I laughed. "Bonjour mon ami! C'est Olivia! Ca va? "

"Hey! You ruined the game, Liv! I don't speak THAT much French! Come in!"

The gates swung open. I walked up to the door. Three cars were parked in the drive. They all looked new. They all looked expensive. I started to get nervous.

What if they've turned into rich snobs and they don't like me anymore?

The door opened. Two arms enveloped me in a huge hug. I smiled and sank into Tre's arms. He hadn't changed a bit. He held me at arms length and behind him I saw Billie, Mike and...

"Oh my God! Adrienne!"

"Hi!"

Adrienne and I had met about two years ago. Apart from my Mom, she was the only person I ever saw. She was Maid of Honor at my wedding. She had asked me to be Maid of Honour at her wedding last month, but John had forbidden me from going.

"You didn't tell me you knew these guys!"

"How do you think they knew you were getting married?"

Adrienne came over and hugged me. I winced. My stomach was really hurting.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Adrienne looked at me really worriedly.

"Nothing, I'm fine. How have you guys been? I haven't seen you in, what's it been now, two, three years?"

"Yeah," Billie answered. He came over and hugged me, as did Mike.

"So, Liv, you sounded upset on the phone yesterday. Is everything OK?"

"Tre, you're not going to believe me, but I had to tell you this." I took a deep breath. "Ever since Dookie came out, John's been really depressed. He's been talking about how much he wishes he was still in Green Day and how much he hates you three. Since Woodstock II, he's been in contact with Pete," at this, everyone except Adie (and me) gasped. "I think he met him last night and I heard them talking on the phone this morning. Tre, I think he's hired Pete to kill you."

Tre stood there stunned. He sat down. Billie was the first to speak.

"Wha... What? Why?"

"He thinks if Tre died, he could get back in the band."

"Do you know anything else?" Mike asked.

"Yes. Pete's got a friend who got him tickets to your show tonight. And backstage passes. He's going to try and take Tre to one side and... "

**Adrienne's POV**
I couldn't believe what Olivia was telling us. I didn't doubt it, she wouldn't lie about something like this.

Suddenly, she keeled over and fell on the floor, clutching her stomach. Tre jumped up.

"Oh my God! Is she OK?" Tre yelled.

"I don't know! She's passed out!" Billie exclaimed.

"She told me she was pregnant, could that be anything to do with it?" I asked.

I gasped with horror as a pool of blood began to form around her.

Mike ran in. That's weird, when did he go out?

"I called an ambulance," he gasped.

"Good job Mike," Tre said as he knelt down beside her and grasped her hand. Her t-shirt had risen a little and we could see some kind of mark on her stomach. Tre lifted her shirt slightly. We saw several large purple bruises.

Billie took off her jacket and put it under her head. Her arms were covered in bruises too.

Tre looked angrier than I've ever seen him. He spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Did he do this to her?"

"I don't know," I replied. My eyes filled with tears. I couldn't believe someone would do this to her. Over the past two years she had become like a sister to me.

I heard sirens wailing in the distance. Tre was still holding Liv's hand. Billie and I caught each other's eyes. We knew that Tre still loved her. We smiled at each other.

We were brought back to Earth by a knock on the door.

"Hello? We're paramedics. We got a 911 call for this address."

Mike opened the door. "She's over here. Her name's Olivia Kiffmeyer, she's 22 and she's pregnant."

"How far along... " the paramedic trailed off as he saw the bruises all over her body.

"We think her husband did that to her." Mike explained. "Adie, how far along is she?"

"I don't know, two, three months?"

Billie came over and put his arm round my shoulders. I was crying. Not only for Liv, but for the babies, both mine and Liv's. I couldn't believe that Liv might loose her baby.

They put Liv on a stretcher and wheeled her out to the ambulance. Tre went with her and we (Billie, Mike and I) followed in the car.

When we got to the hospital, Tre was pacing up and down the waiting room. We ran over to him.

"Where's Liv?"

"They took her to have some tests." Tre replied.

"What are we going to do?" Billie asked.

"About what? The fact that Liv's bleeding and in hospital? The fact that her baby might die? That her husband, our friend, is abusing her? That her husband, our fucking friend, is trying to have me murdered?!" Tre was yelling now.

The receptionist came over. "Sirs, ma'am, would you like to wait in the relative's room?"

We followed her to the relative's room.

"Guys," I said, nervously. "I think you should cancel the show tonight and alert the police."

Billie nodded in silent agreement, as did Mike. Tre was staring at the opposite wall, not saying a word or moving a muscle.

Mike got up. "I'm going to call the people at the venue and the cops, to let them know. Anyone want any coffee?"

Billie nodded. I shook my head. Caffeine was bad for the baby. Tre still wasn't moving.

I put my arm around Tre's shoulders. "Sweetie, she's going to be OK. She's a fighter."

"Is Mike telling the cops?" Tre asked.

"Yeah, he's telling them that John and Pete are trying to kill you... "

"About John hitting Liv?" Tre interrupted.

"Um, I don't know," replied Billie. "I'll go tell him to tell them."

Billie walked out and Tre and I sat in silence. Tears began to roll down his face and his body started to shake.

"I..I..don't... w-want her t-to die, Adie," Tre sobbed as I pulled him into a hug. I rocked him back and forth as he sobbed.

We sat like this for several minutes. The door opened. Tre had stopped crying and mopped up his tears. Billie and Mike walked in, with a doctor.

"I believe you know Ms Kiffmeyer?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "Is she alright?"

"She'll be fine. But I'm afraid that the baby has passed away. Ms Kiffmeyer was, we believe, dealt repeated blows to the abdomen that caused her to have a miscarriage," I gasped as the doctor continued. Tre was crying again, as were Billie and Mike.
"Mr Dirnt and Mr Armstrong have told me they telephoned the cops, regarding their concerns that Ms Kiffmeyer's husband was abusing her. They will be arriving here shortly. I am deeply sorry for what happened. We did everything we possibly could."

The doctor walked out of the room. The four of us were crying. Tre spoke up.

"Fuck that bastard k-killing me. I'm g-going to k-kill him."

I hugged him. Billie and Mike came over and the four of us hugged each other.

The doctor rentered the room. "Ms Kiffmeyer should be awake shortly, would you like me to take you to her room?"

Tre nodded. We followed him out. Billie clutched my hand and put his arm round my shoulders. We were lead into a small room, where Olivia lay asleep. We sat down on chairs by her bed. Tre held her hand again.

"Guys, I don't want her to go back to Kiffmeyer. I'm asking her to live with me," Tre announced.

"Dude," Mike exclaimed. "She's married."

"I know. It's not like that, I just want to make sure she's safe, and nothing like this ever happens to her again."

Her eyes fluttered rapidly, then opened.

"Tre, what's going on?"