The best love she ever had, chapter 3
She finally reaches her room and jumps onto her bed and yanks her phone off the table, pressing the on button.
"Hello?!" she says, trying to stay calm, or at least as calm as she can be.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Tre screams from the other side.
"What? I didn't do anything. I called for Mike and he picked up, acting weird. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong and I called 911. Why, whats the matter? Is he okay? Where is he?"
"He's fucking dead, thats whats the matter." Tre says, starting to cry.
"What? Oh god, what... Uh, what did he do?" Darlene can barely make the words come to her lips.
"He... He, I'm not sure. I saw blood everywhere. He was half naked with, with something all over his chest,... I-i didn't get to look for more than a second. He was on the floor next to the couch... FUCK!" he yells, anger consuming his voice.
"And the EMT guys said he was dead?"
"Well, uh, no. No they didn't, but I just have a feeling Darlene. Oh god Mike's going to be so messed up.."
"Well then he's not dead! Hell be o-" she Gets interrupted by Tre.
"Uh hold on a second ok." he whispers.
She hears Tre set down the phone.
After almost a minute passes, she wonders where he went, getting worried.
"TRE!" she creams, over and over.
After about the fifth scream he picks up.
"He uh... I uh... I'm gonna have to call you back." Tre says, hanging up the phone.
Darlene carries the phone downstairs, not wanting to take another running up the stairs.
"Fucking cliffhanger" she says, filling her shot glass with more vodka.
After filling herself with enough vodka to last even an alcoholic a week, she went and sat down on the couch.
She lays there thinking of all sorts of different terrible scenarios. "did he stab himself? Shoot himself in the chest? WHAT?!" she thought.
After another half hour of waiting for a call back from Tre, she fell asleep, her hand gripping her phone to her chest, as if hugging it.
RING! RING! She hears as she awakens out of her slumber "who the fuck- TRE!" she says, pressing the on button as fast as humanly possible.
"TRE?" she yells.
"Mike..."
"Oh, hi Mike, um, whats going on?"
"Well, uh, Billie's in the hospital on a life support machine... Tre is finally asleep after many, many sleeping pills, and I'm here in my hotel wiping Billie's blood off my fucking table. Whats going on with you?"
"Who cares... So Billie's not dead? Did they find out what he did?"
"No, he's not dead... Yet."
"Hello?!" she says, trying to stay calm, or at least as calm as she can be.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Tre screams from the other side.
"What? I didn't do anything. I called for Mike and he picked up, acting weird. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong and I called 911. Why, whats the matter? Is he okay? Where is he?"
"He's fucking dead, thats whats the matter." Tre says, starting to cry.
"What? Oh god, what... Uh, what did he do?" Darlene can barely make the words come to her lips.
"He... He, I'm not sure. I saw blood everywhere. He was half naked with, with something all over his chest,... I-i didn't get to look for more than a second. He was on the floor next to the couch... FUCK!" he yells, anger consuming his voice.
"And the EMT guys said he was dead?"
"Well, uh, no. No they didn't, but I just have a feeling Darlene. Oh god Mike's going to be so messed up.."
"Well then he's not dead! Hell be o-" she Gets interrupted by Tre.
"Uh hold on a second ok." he whispers.
She hears Tre set down the phone.
After almost a minute passes, she wonders where he went, getting worried.
"TRE!" she creams, over and over.
After about the fifth scream he picks up.
"He uh... I uh... I'm gonna have to call you back." Tre says, hanging up the phone.
Darlene carries the phone downstairs, not wanting to take another running up the stairs.
"Fucking cliffhanger" she says, filling her shot glass with more vodka.
After filling herself with enough vodka to last even an alcoholic a week, she went and sat down on the couch.
She lays there thinking of all sorts of different terrible scenarios. "did he stab himself? Shoot himself in the chest? WHAT?!" she thought.
After another half hour of waiting for a call back from Tre, she fell asleep, her hand gripping her phone to her chest, as if hugging it.
RING! RING! She hears as she awakens out of her slumber "who the fuck- TRE!" she says, pressing the on button as fast as humanly possible.
"TRE?" she yells.
"Mike..."
"Oh, hi Mike, um, whats going on?"
"Well, uh, Billie's in the hospital on a life support machine... Tre is finally asleep after many, many sleeping pills, and I'm here in my hotel wiping Billie's blood off my fucking table. Whats going on with you?"
"Who cares... So Billie's not dead? Did they find out what he did?"
"No, he's not dead... Yet."
