Street Kid, chapter 3
I shook my head, wanting to wake up, it all been a nightmare. But no, I didn't, it wasn't.
There was only one thing I could do... Go in after her. Not from up here though...
I ran down across the bridge to the end, then jumped down beside the waters edge. I pulled off my shoes and jacket, then ripped off my shirt. I took a deep breath and lept into the water.
I could swim no problem, but fucking rapids got the better of me. I struggled and struggled over and over, my hands reached out and ready.
I felt my hands come in contact with something... With J. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to my bare chest. Lucky she was a skinny fucking kid or no way would I have managed.
I swam us both to the shore and pulled her our first. Her body rolled over onto the small rocks but remained motionless. I pulled myself out of the water and rushed to her side.
"J. J!" I yelled in her ear. She lay there, not moving. I reached around frantically for my cell and called 991.
Once I'd hung up, I turned back to J. The cold night wind made my bare chest nippy as fuck but I had to wake up J.
"J, J, sweety, baby, come on, wake up!" I began to cry silently. I leaned into her chest and heard nothing.
"No, no no, J, wakey wakey rise ans shine, come one, wakey wakey, J WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU BITCH!"
My breathing started going all weird then. People were watching from the bridge, gasping, staring, screaming. I blinked tears from my eyes and tried to breath again.
I fell to the ground, the stones scratching my chest. I reached for J and pulled her frozen body to me. I leaned in to her lips and breathed all the air I had left inside my lungs into her own lifeless body.
And then my eyes closed, as I fell into another one of my infamous panic attacks.
***
I woke up in a white room with a nurse standing staring at me.
"Oh! Mr Billie! You're awake!"
I looked around. I was in hospital. I lept out of bed and stared around.
"Please, Mr Billie Joe, sit down-"
"My name is MR ARMSTRONG!" I yelled. She rolled her eyes and shoved me into the bed. I got up again.
"Where's J?" I asked.
"Josiphine is now at home with her parents-"
"WHAT?!?!?!?!"
I'd been in hospital a week and three days, in a coma after my panic attack. Adie explained the full story to me...
They had traced "Josiphine"'s name and found her step parents and... Well, they took her home. Adie managed to get the address though., so once the bitch of a nurse let me go we were right over there.
I hammered on the door. The dude who answered was about ten feet tall for fucks sake, and he was built like shrek. He grunted in my direction.
"I- I'm here to see J?"
"And what do you want with her, punk?" He eyed me suspiciously.
"Did- did She tell you about me? My name's Billie Joe Armstrong-"
"BILLIE!"
J came running out of the door and lept into my arms. I hugged her tight and Shrek eyed us.
"You wanna explain this, Josie?"
We were led inside and I sat down to talk with Shrek and J, and some slutty lady who giggled and blushed when she saw me. I smiled weakly at her and she touched my arm.
"Well how an do, what's you're name a-being?" SHE said in some thick accent. I glanced around worriedly before sitting down quickly beside J.
"So... You looked after my little Josie. Well, mister, I'm very grateful. Thank you," Shrek said. J was sitting beside me trembling, I reached for her hand and she clutched it tightly.
"No problem," I muttered. What was this all about? J said she was a street kid... What the fuck?
"Are you two-?" He said weirdly, staring at our clutched hands.
"No, for fucks sake, we're friends!" J burst out. Shrek stared at her and got up furiously.
"Listen you, I-" Then he stopped, remembering me. He faked a smile then pointed to the door. I couldn't move, how could I leave J alone with him?
"Billie I wanna come with you!" J burst out. Shrek stared at her. Something told me that he wasn't the loving stepfather he pretended to be.
"Josie get to you're room!" He yelled at her.
"No! I won't! I wanna go with Billie!"
"I don't care if you wanna go with you're punk boyfriend you're-"
"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
"J? J what is-" I began. SHE looked at me and tears formed in her eyes.
"J! ROOM! NOW!" Shrek yelled.
"NO! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!"
I stared from Shrek to J. The bastard. Without thinking I lunged forward and punched him in the face.
He fell to the ground, and an almighty thump rang out throughout the house. The Slutty Stepmom ran through and screamed, then fainted.
"Perfect," I said. "Go pack your stuff, J."
***
J had nothing to pack really, as all her stuff was at our place that we had bought her. We ran from the house and joined Adie in the car.
"J!" Adie cried and hugged her. J hugged her back and started crying. I drove us home silently and prayed to god that Shrek wouldn't wake up any time soon. J was part of our family now. And thats how it was going to be.
There was only one thing I could do... Go in after her. Not from up here though...
I ran down across the bridge to the end, then jumped down beside the waters edge. I pulled off my shoes and jacket, then ripped off my shirt. I took a deep breath and lept into the water.
I could swim no problem, but fucking rapids got the better of me. I struggled and struggled over and over, my hands reached out and ready.
I felt my hands come in contact with something... With J. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to my bare chest. Lucky she was a skinny fucking kid or no way would I have managed.
I swam us both to the shore and pulled her our first. Her body rolled over onto the small rocks but remained motionless. I pulled myself out of the water and rushed to her side.
"J. J!" I yelled in her ear. She lay there, not moving. I reached around frantically for my cell and called 991.
Once I'd hung up, I turned back to J. The cold night wind made my bare chest nippy as fuck but I had to wake up J.
"J, J, sweety, baby, come on, wake up!" I began to cry silently. I leaned into her chest and heard nothing.
"No, no no, J, wakey wakey rise ans shine, come one, wakey wakey, J WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU BITCH!"
My breathing started going all weird then. People were watching from the bridge, gasping, staring, screaming. I blinked tears from my eyes and tried to breath again.
I fell to the ground, the stones scratching my chest. I reached for J and pulled her frozen body to me. I leaned in to her lips and breathed all the air I had left inside my lungs into her own lifeless body.
And then my eyes closed, as I fell into another one of my infamous panic attacks.
***
I woke up in a white room with a nurse standing staring at me.
"Oh! Mr Billie! You're awake!"
I looked around. I was in hospital. I lept out of bed and stared around.
"Please, Mr Billie Joe, sit down-"
"My name is MR ARMSTRONG!" I yelled. She rolled her eyes and shoved me into the bed. I got up again.
"Where's J?" I asked.
"Josiphine is now at home with her parents-"
"WHAT?!?!?!?!"
I'd been in hospital a week and three days, in a coma after my panic attack. Adie explained the full story to me...
They had traced "Josiphine"'s name and found her step parents and... Well, they took her home. Adie managed to get the address though., so once the bitch of a nurse let me go we were right over there.
I hammered on the door. The dude who answered was about ten feet tall for fucks sake, and he was built like shrek. He grunted in my direction.
"I- I'm here to see J?"
"And what do you want with her, punk?" He eyed me suspiciously.
"Did- did She tell you about me? My name's Billie Joe Armstrong-"
"BILLIE!"
J came running out of the door and lept into my arms. I hugged her tight and Shrek eyed us.
"You wanna explain this, Josie?"
We were led inside and I sat down to talk with Shrek and J, and some slutty lady who giggled and blushed when she saw me. I smiled weakly at her and she touched my arm.
"Well how an do, what's you're name a-being?" SHE said in some thick accent. I glanced around worriedly before sitting down quickly beside J.
"So... You looked after my little Josie. Well, mister, I'm very grateful. Thank you," Shrek said. J was sitting beside me trembling, I reached for her hand and she clutched it tightly.
"No problem," I muttered. What was this all about? J said she was a street kid... What the fuck?
"Are you two-?" He said weirdly, staring at our clutched hands.
"No, for fucks sake, we're friends!" J burst out. Shrek stared at her and got up furiously.
"Listen you, I-" Then he stopped, remembering me. He faked a smile then pointed to the door. I couldn't move, how could I leave J alone with him?
"Billie I wanna come with you!" J burst out. Shrek stared at her. Something told me that he wasn't the loving stepfather he pretended to be.
"Josie get to you're room!" He yelled at her.
"No! I won't! I wanna go with Billie!"
"I don't care if you wanna go with you're punk boyfriend you're-"
"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
"J? J what is-" I began. SHE looked at me and tears formed in her eyes.
"J! ROOM! NOW!" Shrek yelled.
"NO! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!"
I stared from Shrek to J. The bastard. Without thinking I lunged forward and punched him in the face.
He fell to the ground, and an almighty thump rang out throughout the house. The Slutty Stepmom ran through and screamed, then fainted.
"Perfect," I said. "Go pack your stuff, J."
***
J had nothing to pack really, as all her stuff was at our place that we had bought her. We ran from the house and joined Adie in the car.
"J!" Adie cried and hugged her. J hugged her back and started crying. I drove us home silently and prayed to god that Shrek wouldn't wake up any time soon. J was part of our family now. And thats how it was going to be.
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