Cause I'm Thinkin Of A Brand New Hope, One I've Never Known....., chapter 6
I turned away from him and walked off.
Well. Fuck him. He's a bastard, I don't know what I ever saw in him. Maybe its just cause he was Billie Joe Armstrong, I only focused on the good things about him. Everyone only focuses on the good things about him. It makes him seem perfect, like there are no flaws in him. But now they were standing out all to well. I hated him, I hated his stupid green eyes, I hated his revolting black hair, I hated his disgustingly beautiful body...
I need to talk to someone. I'm confused. I need to talk to...Mike. Mike's probably the nicest, most genuine guy I've ever met. He'll know what to do.
I walked slowly to his house, taking my time. I had to walk past Meeka to get there. I saw her in her back yard. I was about to call to her, but then I saw who she was with. Tiffany and Trixie and Tricia. Yeah, the three girls who have made my life hell from day one. Meeka used to be friends with them but then I got to know her better and she became great friends with me. And left them.
"Meeka?" I whispered. "Meeka!" I called, louder. She looked up. Tiffany whispered something and they all laughed. I felt tears at the back of my eyes. She was my best friend.
"Meeka?" I called again, sniffing. She said something to the girls that I didn't hear, and they grinned. She walked over.
"Hey, uhm, Sam," She spluttered. I stared at her.
"What are you- why are you being like this?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Ever since you met that Billie Joe dude, you've been screwing him 24/7. I haven't seen you in weeks. What happened to us being best friends?"
Just then, the other three came over. Ever seen Mean Girls? Well, they were like Regina, Gretchen, and Karen. Rich, spoiled, and dumb as fuck knows. I was hoping Meeka might just be acting like the Cady in the film, but no. She had become plastic to the core.
"You've changed, Meeka," I spat.
"So? So have you. You didn't deserve that part!" Meeka screamed. The plastics joined in.
"Yeah, you sucked. You don't deserve Billie Joel either, he's way too hot for you!"
"Get a grip, posers, it's Billie J-O-E!" I said.
"So? What would you care, you're only with him for someone to fuck!"
"Yeah! You're a saddo reject slut!"
"And you have no life! You're a stupid little misfit and no one likes you!"
I felt the tears in my eyes build up and up. I turned and ran from them, all the way to Mike's house. I hammered on the door.
He opened it and saw me.
"Hey Sa- Shit, whats wrong?" He pulled me into the house.
"Hunny, who is it?" Tre called. Mike rolled his eyes and hugged me.
"C'mon, lets go to the kitchen. Tre's in the living room...watching porn, I expect..."
He sat me down at the table, and I tried to wipe the tears, that I knew were about to fall, away. But when Mike asked me to tell him what happened they fell like unwanted rivers of broken hearts.
***
But I had to tell him. So I did. Tre came in half way through and hugged me tight.
"He won't speak to me! And he called me-"
"What did he call you?" Mike said. "What did he say?"
"He s-said I was a hard n-necked s-s-slut!" I choked into Tre's shoulder. Mike looked angry.
"He's jealous. So what did you do then?"
"I- slapped him!" I said and started howling again. I felt Tre snicker.
"Thats my girl," He murmured. I kept crying though, I couldn't stop.
"Ok...then what?" Mike said, getting angrier. I dislodged myself from Tre.
"I w-wanted to t-t-talk to s-someone, so I came h-here. To s-see you," I said shakily, trying to stop crying. Mike smiled softly and nodded.
"B-but remember my f-f-friend Mee-Meeka?"
"Uh huh?"
I explained to them what happened and Mike looked ready to punch someone in the face. I started crying again, just because I was so upset.
"Hunny, don't cry," Mike said and hugged me.
"H-how am I s-s-supposed to ever f-face B-B-Billie ever a-again?" I whimpered, clinging to Mike.
"We'll sort this out, hunny, don't worry," Tre said, and patted my back.
I sniffed and wiped away my tears.
"T-Thank you, g-guys," I said quietly. They just hugged me again.
***
After I'd sorted myself out, and Tre had gone home, I was sitting down with Mike on his sofa. We were watching tv when there was a knock at the door. Mike sighed and gave me a quick hug.
"I'll be right back," he said. I nodded and watched him walk away. He was so kind. Which is more than I can say for SOME PEOPLE...
I heard voices, getting louder, then Mike was shouting. I couldn't hear what exactly, just snatches of yells.
"-NOT FUCKING HER FAULT WHO SHE HAS TOO KISS-"
"-NEVER SAID SO, I WANNA APOLOGIZE-"
"-WHO SAYS SHE WANTS TO FUCKING SEE YOU-"
"MIKE LET ME FUCKING SEE HER!"
I heard the door slam and Mike walk through. He came over and hugged me.
"Follow your heart," he whispered. I knew that those three words were enough. He walked out and muttered something, and Billie Joe walked in. He had red eyes, and eyeliner was smudged all over. He came and sat at my knees.
"Sam? Sam, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, I really am," He whispered. I looked at his huge, pleading, watery eyes. I saw them rimming with tears and as I sat there silently, a few overflowed and spilled down his cheek.
"Sam? Please, babe, please," he said. He took my hands and buried his face in them. He said something in a muffled voice.
"I can't hear you," I whispered.
He looked up at me.
"I love you."
I looked up, my eyes wide.
"W-what?"
"I love you, Sam. I do, I love you, I do. And I will no matter what. Always and forever," he whispered. I stared at him for a second then nodded slowly.
"I don't know what to say," I whispered. He came up and sat beside me.
"Tell me the truth," He said simply, but the tears were pouring down his cheeks as he said it.
I nodded once again and opened my mouth. And my heart.
"I love you too. And I always have, always will. Always..."
"And- and fore-"
"And forever," I finished for him in a whisper. His teary eyes lit up and he threw himself onto me. He squeezed me so hard I felt I would burst, then broke away.
"Oh, Sam," he said faintly and kissed me. I kissed him back and he pulled me closer to him. We started kissing deeper when-
"Jeez, do you have to do it on MY couch?"
I broke away to see a grinning Mike. I ran over and hugged him. "Thanks, Mike," I said. He nodded and hugged me back. Billie got up and walked over to him.
"Nice work, dude," Mike said and nodded at Billie. Billie grinned and lept onto Mike, hugging the life outta him. They were best friends.
Best friends forever, I won't leave you, never, I'll love you till I die, but I won't tell you why, you are my best friend, you will be till the end...
And it all came back, the fact that Meeka wasn't my friend any more. The guys stopped hugging And noticed my face.
"Whats up?" Mike said.
"Meeka," I said slowly And sat down on his sofa.
"Your best friend, you mean?" Mike asked.
"Ex-best friend," I reminded him. He nodded slowly And explained to Billie. Billie sighed and put his arm around me.
"So...that sucks," he said lamely. I just nodded.
"What am I gonna do now? I have no fucking friends!" I said.
"You have us," Mike said. Billie nodded. "And everyone thats been working on the album, they all love you, And the rest of the band, they think your awesome too," Billie said.
"Yes, but I have school, I only see you guys at weekends And at shoots."
"Well...drop out," Billie said simply.
"My step parents would kill me, bring me back to clean it up, And THEN they'd chuck me outta the house," I said. Mike laughed then Billie nudged him. He stopped immediately but still was grinning.
"Well...you could...move in with me," Billie said quietly. I thought about it. Ok, I'd met him about a month ago...but I was at his house every day any way. And I had to admit I wanted to.
"Oooh yeah Bill I thought you'd have that on your mind-"
"What?" Billie asked innocently. I smirked And sighed.
"Well...I guess I could try. Dropping out, that is," I said. Billie nodded.
"Lets do it now."
So, cut a short story even shorter, we called the principle, And Mike told them I was dropping out. They didn't seem bothered.
"They are probably glad yo get rid of me," I said once we'd hung up.
"Then they're stupid," Billie said. I smiled And kissed him softly. He kissed me back.
"Pur-lease, get a room," Mike said mockingly, but I knew he was kidding.
"So, all thats left now is your parents, right?" Mike asked. I nodded.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," Mike said And hugged me. I hugged him back hard.
"Thanks for everything, Mike," I said. He smiled And walked us to the door.
"See you, man," Billie said. Mike waved to us And closed the door. I looked up at Billie.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded nervously.
We walked to my house slowly, chatting about nothing in particular. I was so happy to be back with him. As we walked past Meeka's his hand found mine And he squeezed tightly. I squeezed back thankfully. I saw the plastic bitches, including Meeka, all out in her front yard this time. Meeka's eyes narrowed, And the plastics glared at me. Knowing what was going on, Billie grabbed me then And there And shoved his tongue down my throat.
Pardon me, if that was a tad to informative, but thats what he did so...yeah. He ticked my tonsils for a minute or two then broke away. I was speechless.
And the look on Meeka's face was priceless.
We eventually made it to my house And I walked in. No one was home, except Lisa. She smiled at me then saw Billie. Her eyes widened.
"You made up!" She squealed. She hugged me And I hugged her back. Maybe having a preppy sis aint so bad after all. I broke away And looked at Billie.
"Lisa, Billie, Billie, Lisa," I said. Billie smiled And shook her hand. She smiled back.
"Lisa...I have something to tell you," I said.
"Mmmm?" She said.
"I dropped outta school," I said. She gasped then grinned then laughed then hugged me then punched my arm. I grinned And she rolled her eyes.
"Anything else?" She said sarcastically, grinning. I glanced at Billie.
"Yeah...Lisa, I'm...moving out," I said. She looked at me And narrowed her eyes.
"You'll have no where to stay," She said. I looked at Billie again. She gasped.
"Oh my god! Your moving in with Billie Joe Armstrong! No way! Oh my god! Sam! Oh my god! Why?" She said all at once. Then it hit her. "Mom And dad are gonna flip!"
"Yeah, but they can't do anything, can they?" I said. She nodded slowly.
"I'll miss you," I said quietly. She nodded And hugged me.
"You better back, I take it your leaving today?" She asked me.
I nodded And squeezed her tight. Then headed through to my room to pack. Billie followed.
"Oh. My. God," He said. I smiled to myself And started throwing stuff into a suitcase.
"You never told me you were such a Green Day freak!" He said, staring around my room. The walls had no posters at all, but I had painted it myself. There was outlines of the Green Day trio in black against the red walls, And lyrics dotted here And there. I'd drawn the man getting struck by lightning a few times too, And wrote "rage And love" in huge letters on my roof.
I finished packing And looked around.
"I'm gonna miss this room," I sighed. Billie nodded slowly. He hugged me And I hugged him back. He looked at me for a second then leaned in too kiss me. I pulled him closer And kissed him deep, And we backed into the wall. He moaned softly And clung tighter to me-
"We're home!"
I broke away quickly. My step-mom And dad were home. Billie looked at me And saw I was nervous.
"I'm here," He said. I nodded And whispered, "Thank you."
He smiled. I picked up my suitcase, guitar case And over-the-shoulder-bag with my cd's And dvds in it, And walked through to where they were all sitting, Lisa included, in the sitting room.
"Uh...I have something to tell you, Mary, And John," I said. They rolled thier eyes at the fact that I would never call them mom And dad- because they weren't And they never would be- And looked at me.
"What is it?" Mary said.
"I dropped outta school today," I said. John choked on his coffee.
"You did what?" He said angrily.
"I dropped outta school-"
"THEN GET OUT!" Mary screamed.
"I am!" I said. "I'm moving out!"
"What? Well, good fucking luck, where the hell do you think you're gonna stay?"
I motioned for Billie to come into the room and he did so. John was raging. Please don't let him hit me again.
Ok... I'll explain. When my mom and dad died in a car crash and John and Mary adopted me, along with my new stepsister Lisa, I thought they were the most boring people on the planet- and they were. But there was a catch. As well as being workaholics, they were child abusers. They never touched Lisa, because she was the perfect daughter, preppy and popular. She wore prissy preppy clothes, and was basically the daughter of thier dreams. But I wasn't. MY shoes never matched and my hair spoke for itself, and I won't even start on my clothes. The point is, I had my own style. And I was punished for it, every night. John hadn't beat me for a while though, and I hoped against hell he wasn't going to now-
WHAM.
So much for that then.
I fell to the ground where he punched me and I heard Billie swear. The next thing I know, Billie's got my stepdad in a headlock and is punching him in the face. I ran over and broke them apart. Mary was swearing and Lisa was cowering in a corner. I started to cry, and John stepped away from Billie.
"Take that bitch! I don't want her! Go screw her all you like, I don't care!"
Billie punched him in the face.
"Fuck you. You don't deserve Sam as a daughter, she's too good for you. Good riddance and I hope you rot in hell."
And with that he grabbed my bags and took me from hell.
***
We got to Billie's house and he put the stuff down on his living room floor. We hadn't spoken at all since my house.
I looked up at him and he looked back at me.
"I'm sorry, Sam."
Well. Fuck him. He's a bastard, I don't know what I ever saw in him. Maybe its just cause he was Billie Joe Armstrong, I only focused on the good things about him. Everyone only focuses on the good things about him. It makes him seem perfect, like there are no flaws in him. But now they were standing out all to well. I hated him, I hated his stupid green eyes, I hated his revolting black hair, I hated his disgustingly beautiful body...
I need to talk to someone. I'm confused. I need to talk to...Mike. Mike's probably the nicest, most genuine guy I've ever met. He'll know what to do.
I walked slowly to his house, taking my time. I had to walk past Meeka to get there. I saw her in her back yard. I was about to call to her, but then I saw who she was with. Tiffany and Trixie and Tricia. Yeah, the three girls who have made my life hell from day one. Meeka used to be friends with them but then I got to know her better and she became great friends with me. And left them.
"Meeka?" I whispered. "Meeka!" I called, louder. She looked up. Tiffany whispered something and they all laughed. I felt tears at the back of my eyes. She was my best friend.
"Meeka?" I called again, sniffing. She said something to the girls that I didn't hear, and they grinned. She walked over.
"Hey, uhm, Sam," She spluttered. I stared at her.
"What are you- why are you being like this?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Ever since you met that Billie Joe dude, you've been screwing him 24/7. I haven't seen you in weeks. What happened to us being best friends?"
Just then, the other three came over. Ever seen Mean Girls? Well, they were like Regina, Gretchen, and Karen. Rich, spoiled, and dumb as fuck knows. I was hoping Meeka might just be acting like the Cady in the film, but no. She had become plastic to the core.
"You've changed, Meeka," I spat.
"So? So have you. You didn't deserve that part!" Meeka screamed. The plastics joined in.
"Yeah, you sucked. You don't deserve Billie Joel either, he's way too hot for you!"
"Get a grip, posers, it's Billie J-O-E!" I said.
"So? What would you care, you're only with him for someone to fuck!"
"Yeah! You're a saddo reject slut!"
"And you have no life! You're a stupid little misfit and no one likes you!"
I felt the tears in my eyes build up and up. I turned and ran from them, all the way to Mike's house. I hammered on the door.
He opened it and saw me.
"Hey Sa- Shit, whats wrong?" He pulled me into the house.
"Hunny, who is it?" Tre called. Mike rolled his eyes and hugged me.
"C'mon, lets go to the kitchen. Tre's in the living room...watching porn, I expect..."
He sat me down at the table, and I tried to wipe the tears, that I knew were about to fall, away. But when Mike asked me to tell him what happened they fell like unwanted rivers of broken hearts.
***
But I had to tell him. So I did. Tre came in half way through and hugged me tight.
"He won't speak to me! And he called me-"
"What did he call you?" Mike said. "What did he say?"
"He s-said I was a hard n-necked s-s-slut!" I choked into Tre's shoulder. Mike looked angry.
"He's jealous. So what did you do then?"
"I- slapped him!" I said and started howling again. I felt Tre snicker.
"Thats my girl," He murmured. I kept crying though, I couldn't stop.
"Ok...then what?" Mike said, getting angrier. I dislodged myself from Tre.
"I w-wanted to t-t-talk to s-someone, so I came h-here. To s-see you," I said shakily, trying to stop crying. Mike smiled softly and nodded.
"B-but remember my f-f-friend Mee-Meeka?"
"Uh huh?"
I explained to them what happened and Mike looked ready to punch someone in the face. I started crying again, just because I was so upset.
"Hunny, don't cry," Mike said and hugged me.
"H-how am I s-s-supposed to ever f-face B-B-Billie ever a-again?" I whimpered, clinging to Mike.
"We'll sort this out, hunny, don't worry," Tre said, and patted my back.
I sniffed and wiped away my tears.
"T-Thank you, g-guys," I said quietly. They just hugged me again.
***
After I'd sorted myself out, and Tre had gone home, I was sitting down with Mike on his sofa. We were watching tv when there was a knock at the door. Mike sighed and gave me a quick hug.
"I'll be right back," he said. I nodded and watched him walk away. He was so kind. Which is more than I can say for SOME PEOPLE...
I heard voices, getting louder, then Mike was shouting. I couldn't hear what exactly, just snatches of yells.
"-NOT FUCKING HER FAULT WHO SHE HAS TOO KISS-"
"-NEVER SAID SO, I WANNA APOLOGIZE-"
"-WHO SAYS SHE WANTS TO FUCKING SEE YOU-"
"MIKE LET ME FUCKING SEE HER!"
I heard the door slam and Mike walk through. He came over and hugged me.
"Follow your heart," he whispered. I knew that those three words were enough. He walked out and muttered something, and Billie Joe walked in. He had red eyes, and eyeliner was smudged all over. He came and sat at my knees.
"Sam? Sam, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, I really am," He whispered. I looked at his huge, pleading, watery eyes. I saw them rimming with tears and as I sat there silently, a few overflowed and spilled down his cheek.
"Sam? Please, babe, please," he said. He took my hands and buried his face in them. He said something in a muffled voice.
"I can't hear you," I whispered.
He looked up at me.
"I love you."
I looked up, my eyes wide.
"W-what?"
"I love you, Sam. I do, I love you, I do. And I will no matter what. Always and forever," he whispered. I stared at him for a second then nodded slowly.
"I don't know what to say," I whispered. He came up and sat beside me.
"Tell me the truth," He said simply, but the tears were pouring down his cheeks as he said it.
I nodded once again and opened my mouth. And my heart.
"I love you too. And I always have, always will. Always..."
"And- and fore-"
"And forever," I finished for him in a whisper. His teary eyes lit up and he threw himself onto me. He squeezed me so hard I felt I would burst, then broke away.
"Oh, Sam," he said faintly and kissed me. I kissed him back and he pulled me closer to him. We started kissing deeper when-
"Jeez, do you have to do it on MY couch?"
I broke away to see a grinning Mike. I ran over and hugged him. "Thanks, Mike," I said. He nodded and hugged me back. Billie got up and walked over to him.
"Nice work, dude," Mike said and nodded at Billie. Billie grinned and lept onto Mike, hugging the life outta him. They were best friends.
Best friends forever, I won't leave you, never, I'll love you till I die, but I won't tell you why, you are my best friend, you will be till the end...
And it all came back, the fact that Meeka wasn't my friend any more. The guys stopped hugging And noticed my face.
"Whats up?" Mike said.
"Meeka," I said slowly And sat down on his sofa.
"Your best friend, you mean?" Mike asked.
"Ex-best friend," I reminded him. He nodded slowly And explained to Billie. Billie sighed and put his arm around me.
"So...that sucks," he said lamely. I just nodded.
"What am I gonna do now? I have no fucking friends!" I said.
"You have us," Mike said. Billie nodded. "And everyone thats been working on the album, they all love you, And the rest of the band, they think your awesome too," Billie said.
"Yes, but I have school, I only see you guys at weekends And at shoots."
"Well...drop out," Billie said simply.
"My step parents would kill me, bring me back to clean it up, And THEN they'd chuck me outta the house," I said. Mike laughed then Billie nudged him. He stopped immediately but still was grinning.
"Well...you could...move in with me," Billie said quietly. I thought about it. Ok, I'd met him about a month ago...but I was at his house every day any way. And I had to admit I wanted to.
"Oooh yeah Bill I thought you'd have that on your mind-"
"What?" Billie asked innocently. I smirked And sighed.
"Well...I guess I could try. Dropping out, that is," I said. Billie nodded.
"Lets do it now."
So, cut a short story even shorter, we called the principle, And Mike told them I was dropping out. They didn't seem bothered.
"They are probably glad yo get rid of me," I said once we'd hung up.
"Then they're stupid," Billie said. I smiled And kissed him softly. He kissed me back.
"Pur-lease, get a room," Mike said mockingly, but I knew he was kidding.
"So, all thats left now is your parents, right?" Mike asked. I nodded.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," Mike said And hugged me. I hugged him back hard.
"Thanks for everything, Mike," I said. He smiled And walked us to the door.
"See you, man," Billie said. Mike waved to us And closed the door. I looked up at Billie.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded nervously.
We walked to my house slowly, chatting about nothing in particular. I was so happy to be back with him. As we walked past Meeka's his hand found mine And he squeezed tightly. I squeezed back thankfully. I saw the plastic bitches, including Meeka, all out in her front yard this time. Meeka's eyes narrowed, And the plastics glared at me. Knowing what was going on, Billie grabbed me then And there And shoved his tongue down my throat.
Pardon me, if that was a tad to informative, but thats what he did so...yeah. He ticked my tonsils for a minute or two then broke away. I was speechless.
And the look on Meeka's face was priceless.
We eventually made it to my house And I walked in. No one was home, except Lisa. She smiled at me then saw Billie. Her eyes widened.
"You made up!" She squealed. She hugged me And I hugged her back. Maybe having a preppy sis aint so bad after all. I broke away And looked at Billie.
"Lisa, Billie, Billie, Lisa," I said. Billie smiled And shook her hand. She smiled back.
"Lisa...I have something to tell you," I said.
"Mmmm?" She said.
"I dropped outta school," I said. She gasped then grinned then laughed then hugged me then punched my arm. I grinned And she rolled her eyes.
"Anything else?" She said sarcastically, grinning. I glanced at Billie.
"Yeah...Lisa, I'm...moving out," I said. She looked at me And narrowed her eyes.
"You'll have no where to stay," She said. I looked at Billie again. She gasped.
"Oh my god! Your moving in with Billie Joe Armstrong! No way! Oh my god! Sam! Oh my god! Why?" She said all at once. Then it hit her. "Mom And dad are gonna flip!"
"Yeah, but they can't do anything, can they?" I said. She nodded slowly.
"I'll miss you," I said quietly. She nodded And hugged me.
"You better back, I take it your leaving today?" She asked me.
I nodded And squeezed her tight. Then headed through to my room to pack. Billie followed.
"Oh. My. God," He said. I smiled to myself And started throwing stuff into a suitcase.
"You never told me you were such a Green Day freak!" He said, staring around my room. The walls had no posters at all, but I had painted it myself. There was outlines of the Green Day trio in black against the red walls, And lyrics dotted here And there. I'd drawn the man getting struck by lightning a few times too, And wrote "rage And love" in huge letters on my roof.
I finished packing And looked around.
"I'm gonna miss this room," I sighed. Billie nodded slowly. He hugged me And I hugged him back. He looked at me for a second then leaned in too kiss me. I pulled him closer And kissed him deep, And we backed into the wall. He moaned softly And clung tighter to me-
"We're home!"
I broke away quickly. My step-mom And dad were home. Billie looked at me And saw I was nervous.
"I'm here," He said. I nodded And whispered, "Thank you."
He smiled. I picked up my suitcase, guitar case And over-the-shoulder-bag with my cd's And dvds in it, And walked through to where they were all sitting, Lisa included, in the sitting room.
"Uh...I have something to tell you, Mary, And John," I said. They rolled thier eyes at the fact that I would never call them mom And dad- because they weren't And they never would be- And looked at me.
"What is it?" Mary said.
"I dropped outta school today," I said. John choked on his coffee.
"You did what?" He said angrily.
"I dropped outta school-"
"THEN GET OUT!" Mary screamed.
"I am!" I said. "I'm moving out!"
"What? Well, good fucking luck, where the hell do you think you're gonna stay?"
I motioned for Billie to come into the room and he did so. John was raging. Please don't let him hit me again.
Ok... I'll explain. When my mom and dad died in a car crash and John and Mary adopted me, along with my new stepsister Lisa, I thought they were the most boring people on the planet- and they were. But there was a catch. As well as being workaholics, they were child abusers. They never touched Lisa, because she was the perfect daughter, preppy and popular. She wore prissy preppy clothes, and was basically the daughter of thier dreams. But I wasn't. MY shoes never matched and my hair spoke for itself, and I won't even start on my clothes. The point is, I had my own style. And I was punished for it, every night. John hadn't beat me for a while though, and I hoped against hell he wasn't going to now-
WHAM.
So much for that then.
I fell to the ground where he punched me and I heard Billie swear. The next thing I know, Billie's got my stepdad in a headlock and is punching him in the face. I ran over and broke them apart. Mary was swearing and Lisa was cowering in a corner. I started to cry, and John stepped away from Billie.
"Take that bitch! I don't want her! Go screw her all you like, I don't care!"
Billie punched him in the face.
"Fuck you. You don't deserve Sam as a daughter, she's too good for you. Good riddance and I hope you rot in hell."
And with that he grabbed my bags and took me from hell.
***
We got to Billie's house and he put the stuff down on his living room floor. We hadn't spoken at all since my house.
I looked up at him and he looked back at me.
"I'm sorry, Sam."
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