The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 33
-Mike's POV-
I'm glad that's over. I watched as Billie and Sara came in the house.
"You smell like shit," Billie said. "Go take a shower-OW!" I watched Sara race upstairs and Billie come into the kitchen, rubbing his arm. "Fuck."
"Shouldn't have said that," Tre said, as he and I laughed. We stopped laughing as we heard a scream from upstairs. We all looked at each other.
"SARA!" we screamed. We jumped out of our seats and ran upstairs. I opened the door to find Sara on the bathroom floor naked, paparazzi standing over her, snapping pictures. They were screaming at her.
"Ms. Armstrong! Is it true you have a secret relationship with Mike Dirnt?" one of them said.
"Why were you seen going into a hotel room with him?" another asked.
Billie ran in and snatched her up, and threw a towel over her body.
"TRE!" he screamed, throwing her at him. "GET HER OUTTA HERE!" Tre nodded and ran downstairs. "Mike." I turned and looked at him. "We have to get these fuckers out of here."
-End of POV-
-Tre's POV-
I raced downstairs and sat Sara on the kitchen counter. Blood was trickling down her face.
"What the fuck?" I traced the blood up her cheeks and found a crack on the top of her head. "Shit." I grabbed a wet towel and set it on her head. She flinched. "Sorry," I said, and gently set it on her head. "Hold that there," I instructed.
She didn't say a word, just looked at me and held the towel to her head. I wiped the blood off her cheeks with the back of my hand. Reporters popped up on the kitchen counter and snapped pictures. "FUCK!" I screamed, grabbing her. "They're everywhere!" I ran down the hallway and took a sharp turn into the closet. I slammed the door shut and waited, breathing heavily. It was dark and cold. Sara clung to me tightly, shivering slightly.
"Tre?" she said quietly. "Where's dad?" I sat down and laid her on my lap.
"I don't know," I said, holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. "But I'm sure he's fine." We heard bumping and screaming upstairs. We both looked up.
"TRE!" I heard Billie yell, running past the closet. "WE NEED TO GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!" I stood up and picked her up. I opened the door.
"Where's Mike?"
"GO, TRE! GO!" I turned and saw Mike racing towards us. The mob of reporters right behind him.
"FUCK!" I screamed. Before I could run, Mike pushed us back into the closet and slammed it shut.
"GO AWAY!" he screamed at them. To my horror, the door knob started moving.
"NO!" Mike screeched, punching the reporter, causing him to fall. The door flew open, and we met Mike's horrified face. "GET OUT OF HERE! GO FIND BILLIE!"
I got us up and ran. Mike blocked the mob with his body. Downstairs, I found Billie fighting off a group in the kitchen window.
"TRE!" he said. "TAKE THE CAR!" He shoved a man with a big camera. "AND GET HER SOMEWHERE SAFE!"
"But what about-"
"NOW!" I grabbed the car keys and ran outside.
I'm glad that's over. I watched as Billie and Sara came in the house.
"You smell like shit," Billie said. "Go take a shower-OW!" I watched Sara race upstairs and Billie come into the kitchen, rubbing his arm. "Fuck."
"Shouldn't have said that," Tre said, as he and I laughed. We stopped laughing as we heard a scream from upstairs. We all looked at each other.
"SARA!" we screamed. We jumped out of our seats and ran upstairs. I opened the door to find Sara on the bathroom floor naked, paparazzi standing over her, snapping pictures. They were screaming at her.
"Ms. Armstrong! Is it true you have a secret relationship with Mike Dirnt?" one of them said.
"Why were you seen going into a hotel room with him?" another asked.
Billie ran in and snatched her up, and threw a towel over her body.
"TRE!" he screamed, throwing her at him. "GET HER OUTTA HERE!" Tre nodded and ran downstairs. "Mike." I turned and looked at him. "We have to get these fuckers out of here."
-End of POV-
-Tre's POV-
I raced downstairs and sat Sara on the kitchen counter. Blood was trickling down her face.
"What the fuck?" I traced the blood up her cheeks and found a crack on the top of her head. "Shit." I grabbed a wet towel and set it on her head. She flinched. "Sorry," I said, and gently set it on her head. "Hold that there," I instructed.
She didn't say a word, just looked at me and held the towel to her head. I wiped the blood off her cheeks with the back of my hand. Reporters popped up on the kitchen counter and snapped pictures. "FUCK!" I screamed, grabbing her. "They're everywhere!" I ran down the hallway and took a sharp turn into the closet. I slammed the door shut and waited, breathing heavily. It was dark and cold. Sara clung to me tightly, shivering slightly.
"Tre?" she said quietly. "Where's dad?" I sat down and laid her on my lap.
"I don't know," I said, holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. "But I'm sure he's fine." We heard bumping and screaming upstairs. We both looked up.
"TRE!" I heard Billie yell, running past the closet. "WE NEED TO GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!" I stood up and picked her up. I opened the door.
"Where's Mike?"
"GO, TRE! GO!" I turned and saw Mike racing towards us. The mob of reporters right behind him.
"FUCK!" I screamed. Before I could run, Mike pushed us back into the closet and slammed it shut.
"GO AWAY!" he screamed at them. To my horror, the door knob started moving.
"NO!" Mike screeched, punching the reporter, causing him to fall. The door flew open, and we met Mike's horrified face. "GET OUT OF HERE! GO FIND BILLIE!"
I got us up and ran. Mike blocked the mob with his body. Downstairs, I found Billie fighting off a group in the kitchen window.
"TRE!" he said. "TAKE THE CAR!" He shoved a man with a big camera. "AND GET HER SOMEWHERE SAFE!"
"But what about-"
"NOW!" I grabbed the car keys and ran outside.
