The best love she ever had, chapter 8
*2 weeks later*
"Darlene, will you do the honors?" Mike says, turning to me.
"Alright!"
"Happy birthday to you," I start as everyone joins in.
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Tre,
Happy birthday to yooou!" We finish as Tre blows out the candles on his cake.
Mike cuts a slice and hold's it out to Tre. "Here you go," Mike says.
"Nah, I don't want any, thank's though.." Tre says, getting up and walking up the stairs.
I stand up to follow Tre, blocking out whatever Mike was saying behind me.
I silently follow Tre upstairs until I see him disappear into the bathroom.
I creep up next to the door, hearing puking sounds.
I stand there, waiting for Tre to come out.
A few minutes later the door opens, Tre step's out to see me next to him.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried.
"I'm fine... Just have a bit of a cold," he says, walking back downstairs.
I decide not to question him, it being his birthday and all, and head back downstairs.
A few day's later I hear my phone ring.
"Darlene, I need you to come to the studio," Billie Joe says.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Tre passed out, I don't know what's wrong but I need you to bring the truck."
"Okay, be there in a few," I say, running downstairs and out of the door.
I run down the studio hall and open the door to find Tre on the floor, Billie and Mike huddled around him.
I run over and help the boy's pick him up, carrying him out of the studio and laying him in the backseat of my truck.
We get to the hospital and call for extra help.
Some hospital guy's rush over with a bed and place Tre on it, wheeling him inside.
I look over to Billie and grab his hand, trailing right behind Tre.
"You have to wait here," one of the hospital guys say, looking at the 3 of us.
We sat in the hospital lobby for hours, Mike pacing around the entire room over and over.
A doctor finally emerges from the same door's Tre was wheeled through.
"Mike Dirnt?" The doctor say's as Mike walk's up to him and shakes his hand.
"Is Tre ok?" Billie asks.
"Your friend will be fine.." The doctor starts. "But he will have to stay here for a few days, and check himself into rehab."
Mike yells. "Rehab?! Rehab for what?!"
"Well it seems your friend is very malnourished.. Which typically comes from being bulimic."
My mouth drops open in shock.
"Wow.." Billie says.
"You can see him one at a time." The doctor hand's a paper to Mike and we all follow him through the white metal door's.
Mike goes in first, closing the door behind him.
I look down at the floor, after a few seconds I see Billie's feet moving to face me.
I look up and see his beautiful green eyes full of nothing but sadness.
I search my mind to try and say something comforting.
"At least your okay," Is the only thing that pop's into my mind, and knowing that would only worsen the subject I just lightly kiss him on the lips.
After a few minute's Mike comes through the door, nodding for Billie to go next.
I grab Mike's hand and walk him to a chair for him to sit.
I sit down next to him, once again searching my brain for something comforting.
Only a minute later Billie comes through the door, so I get up and walk past him, lightly touching his hand.
I walk through the cold door and close it behind me, seeing Tre looking at me.
I sit on the edge of his bed next to him, looking at him.
"I'm sorry," he starts.
"You should have told me Tre. I know sometimes you feel like you can't talk to Billie or Mike, but you know you can ALWAYS talk to me," I say as he turn's his head the other way.
"I know. I just...I can't do this anymore," Tre says, turning his head back to look at me.
"Do what anymore?"
"This life! My life. I hate it, and I can't seem to fix it. I don't have fun anymore. The only place's I ever go is to the studio and your house."
"What about all the hot sex we have?!" I say, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oooh, I totally forgot about that!" Tre says, laughing.
I kiss him on the cheek and stand up.
"I promise we'll have more fun if you promise to tell me when anything's wrong," I say, smiling.
"Okay, I promise."
"Darlene, will you do the honors?" Mike says, turning to me.
"Alright!"
"Happy birthday to you," I start as everyone joins in.
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Tre,
Happy birthday to yooou!" We finish as Tre blows out the candles on his cake.
Mike cuts a slice and hold's it out to Tre. "Here you go," Mike says.
"Nah, I don't want any, thank's though.." Tre says, getting up and walking up the stairs.
I stand up to follow Tre, blocking out whatever Mike was saying behind me.
I silently follow Tre upstairs until I see him disappear into the bathroom.
I creep up next to the door, hearing puking sounds.
I stand there, waiting for Tre to come out.
A few minutes later the door opens, Tre step's out to see me next to him.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried.
"I'm fine... Just have a bit of a cold," he says, walking back downstairs.
I decide not to question him, it being his birthday and all, and head back downstairs.
A few day's later I hear my phone ring.
"Darlene, I need you to come to the studio," Billie Joe says.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Tre passed out, I don't know what's wrong but I need you to bring the truck."
"Okay, be there in a few," I say, running downstairs and out of the door.
I run down the studio hall and open the door to find Tre on the floor, Billie and Mike huddled around him.
I run over and help the boy's pick him up, carrying him out of the studio and laying him in the backseat of my truck.
We get to the hospital and call for extra help.
Some hospital guy's rush over with a bed and place Tre on it, wheeling him inside.
I look over to Billie and grab his hand, trailing right behind Tre.
"You have to wait here," one of the hospital guys say, looking at the 3 of us.
We sat in the hospital lobby for hours, Mike pacing around the entire room over and over.
A doctor finally emerges from the same door's Tre was wheeled through.
"Mike Dirnt?" The doctor say's as Mike walk's up to him and shakes his hand.
"Is Tre ok?" Billie asks.
"Your friend will be fine.." The doctor starts. "But he will have to stay here for a few days, and check himself into rehab."
Mike yells. "Rehab?! Rehab for what?!"
"Well it seems your friend is very malnourished.. Which typically comes from being bulimic."
My mouth drops open in shock.
"Wow.." Billie says.
"You can see him one at a time." The doctor hand's a paper to Mike and we all follow him through the white metal door's.
Mike goes in first, closing the door behind him.
I look down at the floor, after a few seconds I see Billie's feet moving to face me.
I look up and see his beautiful green eyes full of nothing but sadness.
I search my mind to try and say something comforting.
"At least your okay," Is the only thing that pop's into my mind, and knowing that would only worsen the subject I just lightly kiss him on the lips.
After a few minute's Mike comes through the door, nodding for Billie to go next.
I grab Mike's hand and walk him to a chair for him to sit.
I sit down next to him, once again searching my brain for something comforting.
Only a minute later Billie comes through the door, so I get up and walk past him, lightly touching his hand.
I walk through the cold door and close it behind me, seeing Tre looking at me.
I sit on the edge of his bed next to him, looking at him.
"I'm sorry," he starts.
"You should have told me Tre. I know sometimes you feel like you can't talk to Billie or Mike, but you know you can ALWAYS talk to me," I say as he turn's his head the other way.
"I know. I just...I can't do this anymore," Tre says, turning his head back to look at me.
"Do what anymore?"
"This life! My life. I hate it, and I can't seem to fix it. I don't have fun anymore. The only place's I ever go is to the studio and your house."
"What about all the hot sex we have?!" I say, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oooh, I totally forgot about that!" Tre says, laughing.
I kiss him on the cheek and stand up.
"I promise we'll have more fun if you promise to tell me when anything's wrong," I say, smiling.
"Okay, I promise."
