Are you here yet?, chapter 6
"Hello? Yeah, it's Bil- Mom?!" he asked, a bit of anger forming in his voice. "Yeah, I'm mad."
*Phone conversation.*
"Billie, why would you be mad at me? I haven't done anything." She said, pressing the receiver up against her ear so she could hear him.
"Exactly, you haven't done anything! I've been waiting for you, for so long! I can't...why do you do this? Why'd you call? So that you can-"
"I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You expect me to believe you, trust you after so long?"
"Billie Joe! I have been there for you! Been there for you when you needed me!"
"When, huh, when?! Before dad died, then you left me! Went to find someone new, that you loved more than us!" he felt hot streams of tears roll down his cheeks, eyes burning. "You have never been there, mom, never."
"Billie Joe Armstrong, how can you say that? How can you say that??!" she screamed.
"Easily, very, very easily. You called the other day, saying you'd be here to pick me up, were you? No! I waited on that porch for almost half of the morning for you, and you never showed up. How mom, why, would you do that? We have all been separated, all of us. Me, you, my brothers and sisters, and does that not bother you? You can't even call here without placing the blame on someone else, or making them feel bad for you by telling them something different, some lame lie."
*Out Of Phone Conver...whatever*
Billie hung the phone up, kneeling on the floor beside it. I walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, something he hadn't done before.
"Billie, where are you going?" I asked as he got up, walking to the front door.
"Out. To get some air, to think." He walked out and shut the door, leaving me behind not knowing what was going to happen. He was mad, hurt, depressed, there was no telling what he may do.
*B.J.'s POV.*
What do I do now? My mom's mad at me, I don't know what she'll do. Apparently she's with another guy, anything worse? No, not in my life. My life can't get any worse...yeah right. This is only the beginning.
I don't know where I'm going, but I do know one thing: I can't go back to that house, no way. She'll find me; she'd do anything to get me back for that conversation, anything. And, truthfully, I don't want anything to happen. She'll put my current family in danger if it does, which isn't what needs to happen, not what should happen. I have to find her, somehow, some way. For some reason, though, I don't think that possible. Something tells me that something's happening now, right now, and I don't plan on finding out what it may be... .
*Ollie's POV*
I sat next to Nick, my boyfriend, and put my hand on my temple. Did this boy enjoy doing this? I tried to do all he wanted, I did do all he wanted. He just won't accept that, won't accept that he has a mom that cares for him. I may not be the best, but I was...no, I wasn't. I wasn't there for him.
I got up and walked over to the kitchen table, sitting down. Tears rolling softly at first from my brown eyes. I began to cry, remember how me and Billie Joe used to get along so well, going places together like a mom and her children should. But after Andy died, it all changed. Billie Joe looked too much like his father, too much. I couldn't think about Andy without crying, and having my son, his son, next to me, made it so hard. No one, absolutely no one, knew how hard it was. Not even me myself could say. I noticed how my life had been since Andy's passing away, nothing had gone right since. I hadn't been the same, and my sadness, my anger, my frustrations; I had blamed them on Billie. All of them, none were kept for myself. I realized that he, my youngest son, had had a worse life than me. I had been with is father half of my life, Billie only got ten years, not enough for a child, not nearly enough.
*Phone conversation.*
"Billie, why would you be mad at me? I haven't done anything." She said, pressing the receiver up against her ear so she could hear him.
"Exactly, you haven't done anything! I've been waiting for you, for so long! I can't...why do you do this? Why'd you call? So that you can-"
"I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You expect me to believe you, trust you after so long?"
"Billie Joe! I have been there for you! Been there for you when you needed me!"
"When, huh, when?! Before dad died, then you left me! Went to find someone new, that you loved more than us!" he felt hot streams of tears roll down his cheeks, eyes burning. "You have never been there, mom, never."
"Billie Joe Armstrong, how can you say that? How can you say that??!" she screamed.
"Easily, very, very easily. You called the other day, saying you'd be here to pick me up, were you? No! I waited on that porch for almost half of the morning for you, and you never showed up. How mom, why, would you do that? We have all been separated, all of us. Me, you, my brothers and sisters, and does that not bother you? You can't even call here without placing the blame on someone else, or making them feel bad for you by telling them something different, some lame lie."
*Out Of Phone Conver...whatever*
Billie hung the phone up, kneeling on the floor beside it. I walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, something he hadn't done before.
"Billie, where are you going?" I asked as he got up, walking to the front door.
"Out. To get some air, to think." He walked out and shut the door, leaving me behind not knowing what was going to happen. He was mad, hurt, depressed, there was no telling what he may do.
*B.J.'s POV.*
What do I do now? My mom's mad at me, I don't know what she'll do. Apparently she's with another guy, anything worse? No, not in my life. My life can't get any worse...yeah right. This is only the beginning.
I don't know where I'm going, but I do know one thing: I can't go back to that house, no way. She'll find me; she'd do anything to get me back for that conversation, anything. And, truthfully, I don't want anything to happen. She'll put my current family in danger if it does, which isn't what needs to happen, not what should happen. I have to find her, somehow, some way. For some reason, though, I don't think that possible. Something tells me that something's happening now, right now, and I don't plan on finding out what it may be... .
*Ollie's POV*
I sat next to Nick, my boyfriend, and put my hand on my temple. Did this boy enjoy doing this? I tried to do all he wanted, I did do all he wanted. He just won't accept that, won't accept that he has a mom that cares for him. I may not be the best, but I was...no, I wasn't. I wasn't there for him.
I got up and walked over to the kitchen table, sitting down. Tears rolling softly at first from my brown eyes. I began to cry, remember how me and Billie Joe used to get along so well, going places together like a mom and her children should. But after Andy died, it all changed. Billie Joe looked too much like his father, too much. I couldn't think about Andy without crying, and having my son, his son, next to me, made it so hard. No one, absolutely no one, knew how hard it was. Not even me myself could say. I noticed how my life had been since Andy's passing away, nothing had gone right since. I hadn't been the same, and my sadness, my anger, my frustrations; I had blamed them on Billie. All of them, none were kept for myself. I realized that he, my youngest son, had had a worse life than me. I had been with is father half of my life, Billie only got ten years, not enough for a child, not nearly enough.
Previous | Page 6/6
