Street Kid, chapter 1
Who am I? The title speaks for itself. Or rather, who was I. Because that one night I was walking alone down the empty streets, my life changed.
But how exactly did I become a street kid? Well. You can blame my fucking step dad for that....
"No!" I screamed again. "Please! No!" But it was no use. He beat me and beat me, kicking and punching and slapping me until I passed out.
When I woke up, he was still standing there. He smirked and reached forward. He picked me up and said,"You're a fucking whore, you deserve all you get." I cried and he laughed spitefully. He reached for my jeans, and undid my belt. I screamed and struggled but he persisted, ripping off his own clothes then the rest of mine greedily, hungrily. "You sicko! Get off!" I screamed. He didn't though....
After I had been raped by my own stepfather, I never went back. He never bothered about me again, so I just ran for it, taking a train as far away as I could.
I ended up in Oakland. Basically, I wandered about the streets, but had a hundred quid so I wasn't hungry. By the time I ran out, it was three weeks since I had left home. It wasn't all bad. In fact, it was better than being abused every night, wouldn't you agree?
So there I was. Walking down the empty streets of Oakland, wondering about shit and fucked up stuff. I had no idea where I was going, no idea where I was, but I was tired. And I was pretty much depressed. Come on, you would be. I sat down on the curb, because there was no cars, it was after midnight.
I sat and cried, I cried for my dead mother, I cried for my disgusting step father, I cried for myself.
Just then a car rolled up, a black one. I don't know what kind, don't ask me about cars, cause I don't know shit. So this guy climbs out and sits beside me. I ignore him.
"Hey, what's up kid?" He says. Ha. Kid. I'm 13.
"Nothing," I mumbled and wiped away my tears. I didn't look at him, but his voice was oddly familiar.
"Obviously it's something, you know, you're crying your eyes out on a curb in the middle of the night." He put his arm around me, but I flinched away.
"Hey, I won't touch ya," He said. I just sniffed and he sighed.
"Where do you live, kid?" He asked me.
"Look, my name is-"
I stopped dead. It was Billie. Joe. Armstrong.
"Yes?" He said. "You're name is?"
"J."
"J?" He repeated. "J what?"
"Nothing. Just J."
"Ok. So where do you live, J?"
"I don't." He looked at me wierd. "You- you what?"
"I don't have a fucking house, dumbass!" I yelled. He looked shocked. I looked down and a tear dripped down my face. He reached forward and wiped it away. I looked at him and he smiled warmly.
"C'mon," He said, getting up.
"What?" I said.
"You're coming home with me."
I stared at him for a minute. He smiled and nodded, and took my hand. I felt his inviting grasp hypnotise me, and I followed him inside his car. I sat in the passenger seat, and he started the engine. I glanced at him. What was I doing? He was a total and complete stranger. Well, I knew OF him. But not HIM.
"Look, I know you mean well and everything, but maybe this isn't such a good idea. I mean, you have no idea who the hell I am-"
"Look, J, I don't care. I wanna help. Ok?"
"But-"
"Stop arguing. Cause I'm taking you back to my house no matter what."
"No, see, I-"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
I smiled for the first time, in what felt like years. How could a complete stranger be so kind?
Easy.....he was Billie Joe.
***
We got to his house and I reluctantly followed him inside. He put his finger to his lips and led me to a room.
"This is the spare room, sorry, it's kinda small, is it ok?"
I stared around at the dark blue room. SPARE ROOM???? It was fucking huge! There was a dark purple four poster in one corner, and a drumkit in the other. A few guitars lay around, and there was a huge walk-in closet. I smiled.
"It's...it's...." I couldnt' find the words. Billie Joe smiled and hugged me. I was surprised, but I hugged him back all the same. "Good night," He whispered. He walked out of the room. I lay down on the first bed I'd slept in for weeks and fell into a deep sleep.
Billie JOe's POV
When I went downstairs the next morning, thinking about last night. About J. She had been living on the streets....poor fucking kid. I sighed and walked through to the living room, where Adie was sitting.
"Hey, babe," I said and sat beside her. She smiled her beatiful smile and hugged me.
"Billie, who did you come in with last night?" She asked me in a slightly strange voice.
"Oh, I picked up some girl off the street."
"WHAT??????"
Adie jumped up out of my arms and stared at me.
"Oh, no, not like THAT!" I said, laughing at how it had come out. "This girl was crying, she's a street kid, I felt sorry for her, you know?"
"Oh....ok. But....well, a street kid? Wasn't that a bit....I mean, you don't know her or anything-"
"Adie, she had no fucking home! She was alone! And no one, no one, deserves to be alone!"
I turned around to see J standing there.
"H-hey," I said. She smiled weakly.
"Listen, thanks and everything, but I gotta get going-" She started.
"Oh no you don't," Adie cut across her. "You're going no where, hun." I smiled and left them to it.
J's POV
Adie was SO nice to me. After I had had a very NEEDED shower, she told Billie that we were going shopping. She gave me a black shirt and skinny jeans to wear and took me to the mall. First we went and got me a whole new wardrobe, as I had only one change of clothes. I got 5 black shirts, two grey ones, and a dark blue, 10 pairs of skinny jeans (I only wear skinny's), six pairs of converse and two pairs of dm's, and then she went and bought me MILLIONS of jewelery. I kept trying to select the cheapest things, and the fewest, but she just picked things out. Adie was awesome.
But how exactly did I become a street kid? Well. You can blame my fucking step dad for that....
"No!" I screamed again. "Please! No!" But it was no use. He beat me and beat me, kicking and punching and slapping me until I passed out.
When I woke up, he was still standing there. He smirked and reached forward. He picked me up and said,"You're a fucking whore, you deserve all you get." I cried and he laughed spitefully. He reached for my jeans, and undid my belt. I screamed and struggled but he persisted, ripping off his own clothes then the rest of mine greedily, hungrily. "You sicko! Get off!" I screamed. He didn't though....
After I had been raped by my own stepfather, I never went back. He never bothered about me again, so I just ran for it, taking a train as far away as I could.
I ended up in Oakland. Basically, I wandered about the streets, but had a hundred quid so I wasn't hungry. By the time I ran out, it was three weeks since I had left home. It wasn't all bad. In fact, it was better than being abused every night, wouldn't you agree?
So there I was. Walking down the empty streets of Oakland, wondering about shit and fucked up stuff. I had no idea where I was going, no idea where I was, but I was tired. And I was pretty much depressed. Come on, you would be. I sat down on the curb, because there was no cars, it was after midnight.
I sat and cried, I cried for my dead mother, I cried for my disgusting step father, I cried for myself.
Just then a car rolled up, a black one. I don't know what kind, don't ask me about cars, cause I don't know shit. So this guy climbs out and sits beside me. I ignore him.
"Hey, what's up kid?" He says. Ha. Kid. I'm 13.
"Nothing," I mumbled and wiped away my tears. I didn't look at him, but his voice was oddly familiar.
"Obviously it's something, you know, you're crying your eyes out on a curb in the middle of the night." He put his arm around me, but I flinched away.
"Hey, I won't touch ya," He said. I just sniffed and he sighed.
"Where do you live, kid?" He asked me.
"Look, my name is-"
I stopped dead. It was Billie. Joe. Armstrong.
"Yes?" He said. "You're name is?"
"J."
"J?" He repeated. "J what?"
"Nothing. Just J."
"Ok. So where do you live, J?"
"I don't." He looked at me wierd. "You- you what?"
"I don't have a fucking house, dumbass!" I yelled. He looked shocked. I looked down and a tear dripped down my face. He reached forward and wiped it away. I looked at him and he smiled warmly.
"C'mon," He said, getting up.
"What?" I said.
"You're coming home with me."
I stared at him for a minute. He smiled and nodded, and took my hand. I felt his inviting grasp hypnotise me, and I followed him inside his car. I sat in the passenger seat, and he started the engine. I glanced at him. What was I doing? He was a total and complete stranger. Well, I knew OF him. But not HIM.
"Look, I know you mean well and everything, but maybe this isn't such a good idea. I mean, you have no idea who the hell I am-"
"Look, J, I don't care. I wanna help. Ok?"
"But-"
"Stop arguing. Cause I'm taking you back to my house no matter what."
"No, see, I-"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
I smiled for the first time, in what felt like years. How could a complete stranger be so kind?
Easy.....he was Billie Joe.
***
We got to his house and I reluctantly followed him inside. He put his finger to his lips and led me to a room.
"This is the spare room, sorry, it's kinda small, is it ok?"
I stared around at the dark blue room. SPARE ROOM???? It was fucking huge! There was a dark purple four poster in one corner, and a drumkit in the other. A few guitars lay around, and there was a huge walk-in closet. I smiled.
"It's...it's...." I couldnt' find the words. Billie Joe smiled and hugged me. I was surprised, but I hugged him back all the same. "Good night," He whispered. He walked out of the room. I lay down on the first bed I'd slept in for weeks and fell into a deep sleep.
Billie JOe's POV
When I went downstairs the next morning, thinking about last night. About J. She had been living on the streets....poor fucking kid. I sighed and walked through to the living room, where Adie was sitting.
"Hey, babe," I said and sat beside her. She smiled her beatiful smile and hugged me.
"Billie, who did you come in with last night?" She asked me in a slightly strange voice.
"Oh, I picked up some girl off the street."
"WHAT??????"
Adie jumped up out of my arms and stared at me.
"Oh, no, not like THAT!" I said, laughing at how it had come out. "This girl was crying, she's a street kid, I felt sorry for her, you know?"
"Oh....ok. But....well, a street kid? Wasn't that a bit....I mean, you don't know her or anything-"
"Adie, she had no fucking home! She was alone! And no one, no one, deserves to be alone!"
I turned around to see J standing there.
"H-hey," I said. She smiled weakly.
"Listen, thanks and everything, but I gotta get going-" She started.
"Oh no you don't," Adie cut across her. "You're going no where, hun." I smiled and left them to it.
J's POV
Adie was SO nice to me. After I had had a very NEEDED shower, she told Billie that we were going shopping. She gave me a black shirt and skinny jeans to wear and took me to the mall. First we went and got me a whole new wardrobe, as I had only one change of clothes. I got 5 black shirts, two grey ones, and a dark blue, 10 pairs of skinny jeans (I only wear skinny's), six pairs of converse and two pairs of dm's, and then she went and bought me MILLIONS of jewelery. I kept trying to select the cheapest things, and the fewest, but she just picked things out. Adie was awesome.
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