Heal My Broken Heart, chapter 3

Darleen's POV

I looked down at my watch, it's was three-fifteen. "Where the hell is he?" I asked myself. Maybe Billie isn't coming, I thought, maybe he has better things to do than hang out with some one like me.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Billie said, appearing out of nowhere, "I had a rough night." He sat down besides me on the grass. "What happened?" I asked.

"Well me and Adie had another fight," Billie said softly, "Our relationship isn't working out to well lately. We seem to fight over everything and she seems to always be pissed at me."

I smiled sympathetically at him. "Aw, I'm sorry Billie," I said. He just shook his head and smiled. "I want to know what's up with you and your boyfriend," Billie said.

"Well what's to know? My boyfriend is a drunk and a crack addict and every night for the past two years he's beaten the shit out of me."
"That's horrible."
"Yeah, I know."
"Well why do you put up with that bullshit? Why don't you leave?"
"Well I've already tried to leave before."
"What happened?"
"The stupid fag almost killed me. And then he said if I ever did leave he would kill me."
"Darleen, he's probably going to end up killing you anyway if you let him do this. You need to leave before he really hurts you."

I looked up at Billie. "Will-will you come with me?" I asked. "What?" he asked, looking puzzled. "Tonight, will you come with me to my house so I can dump him, so he won't hurt me?" Billie looked deep into my eyes again. "Of course I will. I'll always be there for you, Darleen."


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Billie's POV


I walked behind Darleen as she led me down the street to her house. I could see her shaking so I put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She opened the front door and led me into the living room of her house.
"Darleen, who the hell is that?"
What must have been her boyfriend roared. She was way to pretty to be with that drunk.

"This is my friend Billie, Mark. And I need to tell you something," Darleen said bravely. "I don't need you. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of your drinking, I'm sick of the drugs, I'm sick of the beatings, and I'm sick of you."

"So what do you want me to do about it?" Mark snarled. "I want you out. Get out of my house and get out of my life!" Darleen said.
Her boyfriend's face became bright red and a vein popped out of his forehead.

"What? You can't tell me what to do you little bitch!" he snarled storming over to Darleen and me.
"Get out," she said firmly.
Mark gave her a hard shove and she almost lost her balance and fell.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" I snapped.

"Who the hell do you think your are? Coming here with my property and barking orders at me! I bet you put all that bullshit into her empty little head. Get the fuck out of her you asshole!" Mark spat through clenched teeth.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Darleen shouted.
"Shut the fuck up, slut! Is this the duachbag you've been sleeping with behind my back?" Mark snapped.
"I'm not like you Mark," Darleen said, "I never cheated on anybody."

Mark let out an infuriated roar and slapped Darleen across the face. I dove in front of her and punched him hard. He screamed in pain and fell back on the floor with a bloody broken nose. I wrapped my arms around Darleen.
"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded and I wiped a tear away from her face.
"Fine, Mark snarled, "You can have the bitch. I'm out of here. I'll be back for my shit tomorrow." He got up and stormed out of the house and into the night.

I helped Darleen over to the couch and sat down with her. She sobbed into my shoulder and I rubbed her back and swayed back and forth.
"Its okay Darleen. He's gone now. Your nightmare is over. Everything is going to be okay," I whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in my arms.