Heal My Broken Heart, chapter 1
"That was awsome!" I exclaimed to my friend Claire. She grinned and screamed something at Billie Joe Armstrong as he and the other two members of Green Day left the stage and the crowd of screaming fans.
"That was definitely one of their best concerts ever," I said as we started to file out into the parking lot. I went over by the back of the building with Claire and pulled out a cigarette.
"Hey," she said, "You still smoke? I thought you quit." I took a puff and replied, "So did I." She made a disgusted face. "Gross," she said. She glanced down at her watch.
"Hey, Darleen, I think I'm going to go now, its pretty late." I nodded. "Bye," she said, starting to walk to her car, "Tell Mark I said hi." I snorted. Yeah, I thought, okay.
Her car pulled away from the concert hall and I sat down on the pavement and continued my smoke, thinking about how drunk Mark would be when I got home. I let out a sigh and took another puff.
"Hey," a man's voice said from behind me. I knew he was there, I saw his shadow. I turned my head to see the frontman from Green Day, Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong.
I nearly choked on my cigarette. "Do-do you know who you are?" I stuttered. He smiled and sat down besides me. "Yeah, I know who I am. The question is who are you?" he replied. "Darleen," I replied, trying to prevent myself from having a total teenie moment.
"Well, Darleen, did you like the show?" he asked. I grinned. "Yeah, it was one of the best you guys have ever done." I put my cigarette out and leaned against the wall. "Good," he said.
He put his hand under my chin so he could look me in the face. "How'd you get that black eye?" he asked. I pulled away and looked down at my hands.
"I fell," I said. That was one of the worst excuses I had ever made for covering up Mark's ass. "Don't lie to me," he said, his eyes full of concern.
"I said I fell. What part of that is so hard to understand?" I snapped, not wanting to talk about it. Billie just stared at me, I felt as if his green eyes could see right into my soul.
"I'm sorry," he said, I could tell he meant he was sorry about my black eye. "Its okay," I said quietly. I glanced down at my watch, its was like 2:30 am. "I have to go," I said quickly, standing up and brushing some dirt off my pants.
Billie stood up to. "Goodbye Darleen," he said with a smile. I smiled back. "Can I have a hug?" I said. Billie Joe grinned and wrapped his arms around me. "Thanks Billie," I said, "See you later."
I quietly opened and shut the front door. The house was dark. Maybe he's out, I thought. I took off my Converse and went into the living room. "Where the hell have you been?" Mark roared from behind me. Oh shit. I whirled around. "Mark, I told you I was going to the Green Day concert with Claire," I said.
His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot. "Yeah right. You little whore, I know where you've been! You're cheating on me, aren't you?" he snapped. He threw the coffee table over and stormed over. "What? No, Mark! I swear!" I insisted, bracing myself for a punch.
He took me by my shoulders and threw me into the wall hard. Pain shot through my body. Then he wrapped his big hands around my throat. "Nobody cheats on me," he snarled. I could smell the beer in his breathe.
"Let me go you bastard!" I screamed. His face wrinkled into a horrible frown, I could the fire in his eyes. He punched me in the face. I could feel blood in my mouth. He threw me into the wall again. I fell to my knees. "Bitch," he muttered, and dissapeared into the kitchen to get another beer.
"That was definitely one of their best concerts ever," I said as we started to file out into the parking lot. I went over by the back of the building with Claire and pulled out a cigarette.
"Hey," she said, "You still smoke? I thought you quit." I took a puff and replied, "So did I." She made a disgusted face. "Gross," she said. She glanced down at her watch.
"Hey, Darleen, I think I'm going to go now, its pretty late." I nodded. "Bye," she said, starting to walk to her car, "Tell Mark I said hi." I snorted. Yeah, I thought, okay.
Her car pulled away from the concert hall and I sat down on the pavement and continued my smoke, thinking about how drunk Mark would be when I got home. I let out a sigh and took another puff.
"Hey," a man's voice said from behind me. I knew he was there, I saw his shadow. I turned my head to see the frontman from Green Day, Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong.
I nearly choked on my cigarette. "Do-do you know who you are?" I stuttered. He smiled and sat down besides me. "Yeah, I know who I am. The question is who are you?" he replied. "Darleen," I replied, trying to prevent myself from having a total teenie moment.
"Well, Darleen, did you like the show?" he asked. I grinned. "Yeah, it was one of the best you guys have ever done." I put my cigarette out and leaned against the wall. "Good," he said.
He put his hand under my chin so he could look me in the face. "How'd you get that black eye?" he asked. I pulled away and looked down at my hands.
"I fell," I said. That was one of the worst excuses I had ever made for covering up Mark's ass. "Don't lie to me," he said, his eyes full of concern.
"I said I fell. What part of that is so hard to understand?" I snapped, not wanting to talk about it. Billie just stared at me, I felt as if his green eyes could see right into my soul.
"I'm sorry," he said, I could tell he meant he was sorry about my black eye. "Its okay," I said quietly. I glanced down at my watch, its was like 2:30 am. "I have to go," I said quickly, standing up and brushing some dirt off my pants.
Billie stood up to. "Goodbye Darleen," he said with a smile. I smiled back. "Can I have a hug?" I said. Billie Joe grinned and wrapped his arms around me. "Thanks Billie," I said, "See you later."
I quietly opened and shut the front door. The house was dark. Maybe he's out, I thought. I took off my Converse and went into the living room. "Where the hell have you been?" Mark roared from behind me. Oh shit. I whirled around. "Mark, I told you I was going to the Green Day concert with Claire," I said.
His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot. "Yeah right. You little whore, I know where you've been! You're cheating on me, aren't you?" he snapped. He threw the coffee table over and stormed over. "What? No, Mark! I swear!" I insisted, bracing myself for a punch.
He took me by my shoulders and threw me into the wall hard. Pain shot through my body. Then he wrapped his big hands around my throat. "Nobody cheats on me," he snarled. I could smell the beer in his breathe.
"Let me go you bastard!" I screamed. His face wrinkled into a horrible frown, I could the fire in his eyes. He punched me in the face. I could feel blood in my mouth. He threw me into the wall again. I fell to my knees. "Bitch," he muttered, and dissapeared into the kitchen to get another beer.
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