Why the hell am I in Billie Joe's body?, chapter 19
*Billie Joe's POV*
"We really need to find out about those guys Sam, they're obviously bad people. What if they really do decide to come back in the near future?"
Sam and I had gone for an early morning walk to talk about those dreams she's been having. She's really starting to worry me and I really want to help her out. She said nothing as we held hands walking down the sidewalk.
"Do you think we should go to the police?"
"I dunno.."
She dosent know? Those me could have killed her!..or me...or my family.
"What do you mean you 'don't know'?" I pulled my hand away from hers and crossed my arms.
"Billie, it's just that..I have this feeling.."
"What do you mean 'feeling'?!" I stopped walking and turned to face her. "Why don't you tell me anything? Isn't that how relationships work? We talk, and work things out and get through things Sam! Can't you just tell me what you're keeping from me?"
"I'm not keeping anything from you! It's just-"
A middle-aged man walked over to me and tapped me on the back. "Holy shit, you're Billie Joe Armstrong!"
"Fuck off!" I yelled, slapping his hand off of my shoulder.
"Dick.." he mumbled walking away.
"Dick?! Can't you see I'm trying to have a conver-"
"It dosent matter Billie, calm down...look at me. Hey...hey! Look at me ok?" She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "I'm not keeping anything from you. But, however, I do have something to tell you" I knew it. I knew Sam better than myself. "My dreams..they're flashbacks of my childhood.." She glanced off at something and turned to me after a minute. "They're pieces of my childhood that I don't remember...I think I must've...supressed them or something"
"Those nightmares that you've been having are your CHILDHOOD?" I coudn't believe it. She would wake up from those dreams sweating and shaking.
"Yah, and I'm slowly piecing it all together..I just..don't even remember HAVING a childhood"
"You...don't...remember...?"
"No I don't."
"That's crazy Sam, no brothers...no sisters..mom, dad?"
"Brothers...brothers...I think...I think that.."
"What? Come on, spit it out," I said.
"I dunno, I'm drawing a blank."
*Sam's POV*
"What about your mom? You said you hated her."
"I remember saying that, but I only remember the last day I saw her, right before I was kidnapped"
"And thats it? Nothing else?"
"Nope. Nothing."
Billie had a look of confusion on his face. When he looked at me he smiled and sweetly kissed my cheek.
"Sorry about getting so carried away..I just, care about you, ya know? I love you babe, so much, and-"
"Oh shut up you big sap, let's go check out the Police Station."
He smiled and took my hand again, walking us to the station.
***
"And...what were the names of these two men?" A fat man sat at a computer, tapping away.
"Chris and Leon," Billie said, rubbing his hand up and down my back.
"No last names?" The fat guy said, itching his nose.
"Sorry officer, that's the best we can do."
I put my arm around Billie's waist and lay my head on his shoulder, letting him do all the talking.
"Could you recognize them if you saw a picture?"
"I could," I said folding my arms. Billie, after all, didn't see them.
"Step over here for a minute please."
I walked over to the computer and looked over his shoulder. He clicked on a file and brought up some mug shots.
"No, none of them look familiar."
"I guess they're not in our computer system then.." He reached for his coffee and hit a key with his elbow by accident. Two men came on the screen and they were exactly what I was looking for, Leon and Chris.
"That's them!" I pointed to the screen excitedly. "Those are the guys!" He looked at me funny and closed out of the file.
"No miss, you must be mistaking. That can't be them."
"What? Why not?" I responded, putting my hands on my hips.
"Those men have been dead for twelve years."
"We really need to find out about those guys Sam, they're obviously bad people. What if they really do decide to come back in the near future?"
Sam and I had gone for an early morning walk to talk about those dreams she's been having. She's really starting to worry me and I really want to help her out. She said nothing as we held hands walking down the sidewalk.
"Do you think we should go to the police?"
"I dunno.."
She dosent know? Those me could have killed her!..or me...or my family.
"What do you mean you 'don't know'?" I pulled my hand away from hers and crossed my arms.
"Billie, it's just that..I have this feeling.."
"What do you mean 'feeling'?!" I stopped walking and turned to face her. "Why don't you tell me anything? Isn't that how relationships work? We talk, and work things out and get through things Sam! Can't you just tell me what you're keeping from me?"
"I'm not keeping anything from you! It's just-"
A middle-aged man walked over to me and tapped me on the back. "Holy shit, you're Billie Joe Armstrong!"
"Fuck off!" I yelled, slapping his hand off of my shoulder.
"Dick.." he mumbled walking away.
"Dick?! Can't you see I'm trying to have a conver-"
"It dosent matter Billie, calm down...look at me. Hey...hey! Look at me ok?" She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "I'm not keeping anything from you. But, however, I do have something to tell you" I knew it. I knew Sam better than myself. "My dreams..they're flashbacks of my childhood.." She glanced off at something and turned to me after a minute. "They're pieces of my childhood that I don't remember...I think I must've...supressed them or something"
"Those nightmares that you've been having are your CHILDHOOD?" I coudn't believe it. She would wake up from those dreams sweating and shaking.
"Yah, and I'm slowly piecing it all together..I just..don't even remember HAVING a childhood"
"You...don't...remember...?"
"No I don't."
"That's crazy Sam, no brothers...no sisters..mom, dad?"
"Brothers...brothers...I think...I think that.."
"What? Come on, spit it out," I said.
"I dunno, I'm drawing a blank."
*Sam's POV*
"What about your mom? You said you hated her."
"I remember saying that, but I only remember the last day I saw her, right before I was kidnapped"
"And thats it? Nothing else?"
"Nope. Nothing."
Billie had a look of confusion on his face. When he looked at me he smiled and sweetly kissed my cheek.
"Sorry about getting so carried away..I just, care about you, ya know? I love you babe, so much, and-"
"Oh shut up you big sap, let's go check out the Police Station."
He smiled and took my hand again, walking us to the station.
***
"And...what were the names of these two men?" A fat man sat at a computer, tapping away.
"Chris and Leon," Billie said, rubbing his hand up and down my back.
"No last names?" The fat guy said, itching his nose.
"Sorry officer, that's the best we can do."
I put my arm around Billie's waist and lay my head on his shoulder, letting him do all the talking.
"Could you recognize them if you saw a picture?"
"I could," I said folding my arms. Billie, after all, didn't see them.
"Step over here for a minute please."
I walked over to the computer and looked over his shoulder. He clicked on a file and brought up some mug shots.
"No, none of them look familiar."
"I guess they're not in our computer system then.." He reached for his coffee and hit a key with his elbow by accident. Two men came on the screen and they were exactly what I was looking for, Leon and Chris.
"That's them!" I pointed to the screen excitedly. "Those are the guys!" He looked at me funny and closed out of the file.
"No miss, you must be mistaking. That can't be them."
"What? Why not?" I responded, putting my hands on my hips.
"Those men have been dead for twelve years."
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