When I'm gone just carry on, chapter 4
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It had been a month since the accident but he still couldn't remember what had happened. And now he, Billie Joe and Mike sat down together in a room with a drum set. It was time to pick a new drummer for the band. Tré had just been rude to all those who had tried the day before and now he sat here again, just waiting. They all looked at a guy who came in, his name was Jeffry. He took the seat behind the drumms and started drumming.
"Oh my god stop that mother fucker! You're rapeing my drumms!" Tré yelled at him and Jeffry just stopped and looked confused on him.
"Get out of my site before I rape you!" Now you could tell he was mad, so Jeffry just left the room. Tré sighed and took a drink from his beer. You could see from a long way that he was drunk.
"Tré, maby you should put that thing down. We never gonna get a drummer if you're drunk and don't like anyone, there have been some pritty good..." Billie tried to talk to him.
"Shut up Billie I know what I'm doing." He mutterd. It was a brake so the guys could get something to eat, have a smoke or what ever. Tré sat behind the drumms and started drumming. It sounded like it always did but yet, he couldnt move his legs.
"There's our drummer. We want that one." Mike laughed but had to hide under the table when Tré throw his drumsticks at him, that he just broked.
"Geez man, take it easy, I was just kiding." Mike said quickly.
"Shut up Mike, you don't know what a hell I live in! It's not funny."
After an houer of pain for his ears there was this guy, Marc, who was playing. He was good, actually.
"What did you say your name was again?" He asked and looked at Marc.
"Marc." He said. "Marc Davis." Tré just nodded.
"Okey, Marc, how old are you, how long have you been playing?" This guy had cought his interest. Marc smiled.
"I'm 31 years old and began to play when I was 17," He answered, all the time he was calm.
"Okey, well I think you guys find your drummer." He looked at Billie and Mike. "Solong, you don't need me anymore."
Billie stopped him. "Please Tré, stop it. We're still your friends and we need you." Tré Just pushed him away and rolled out of the room and out of the building, oh no. Teenies, lots of them that was all around him, beging for an autograph or just to say how sorry they were of his retirement. The hole band had an presconferens yesterday where they told that Tré was retired cause of medical and physical problems. He gave them their autographs and mabe a faked smile sometimes, but they didn't notice. He lighted his ciggarett and jumped in to his car. Yes he could drive a car just with his hands now. They packed in his wheelchair and he did a burnout and drove out on the street, back home. The car ride whent good, even if he was drunk. He stoped outside his house and took himselfe in. And as soon as he closed the door and said Hello, Zack come runing toward him and climbed up in his lap.
"Daddy you're home!" He said happy and hugged him hard. He loved his dad very much and was always happy when he got home.
" Hi Brother Bear, did you take care of mom when I was gone?" He laught and looked at him. Zack just smiled big at him and nodded then he sat down in his lap instead of standing on his legs. He looked at Kelly who came out of the kitchen.
"Are you hungry hunny?" she asked and smiled at him.
"A bit I guees. Are you hungry brother?" he looked at Zack that just smiled big at him, as he always did. He stopped the wheelchair by the table at his place to eat, still with Zack with him.
"Zack hunny let your dad eat, okay."
"It's okey Kelly he can sit there. I don't mind." He started to eat his food but Zack was in the way all the time and he wantes to eat of his food.
"Zack please I want to eat." Zack just looked at him and then just sat there.
"Okay sweety time for bed," Kelly said a few houers later when they all were watching tv.
"But I don't want to. I want to be with dad," He said and hold on to him.
"Zack come on I'm tired, I'll be here tomorrow to." He kissed him on the check and said good night. Zack was so like him sometimes. He smiled weak to himselfe and desided that it was time for another beer 'cause his other bottle was empty, just like all the other once he'd had since he got home. It was like he had forgotten about his legs and just as usual tried to stand up, but instead of standing up, he was laying on the floor again.
"Hunny are you okey?" Kelly asked when she got back and took his arm to help him up.
"Let go of me, I can do it myselfe." He pulled his arm away from her but was soon back on the floor, he saw two off Kelly, just like he'd seen two off Zack.
"Frank, I'm not stupid your drunk, come on let's get you to bed." She took his arm again.
"I said leave me alone!" He slapped her in her face. "Don't you listening? I can do it myself! I'm not a freak!"
He was pissed. He alwas got this when he was drunk. He looked at her and saw a tear coming down her Check.
"No. No, Kelly I...I'm sorry hunny, You know I didn't mean it." He looked after her when she stood up and loocked herself in the bedroom.
"Okay fine! You can stay in there forever! I don't care, I don't need you!" He throw a bottle at the door and it broke all over the floor. God damn it Tré what have you done?
"Oh my god stop that mother fucker! You're rapeing my drumms!" Tré yelled at him and Jeffry just stopped and looked confused on him.
"Get out of my site before I rape you!" Now you could tell he was mad, so Jeffry just left the room. Tré sighed and took a drink from his beer. You could see from a long way that he was drunk.
"Tré, maby you should put that thing down. We never gonna get a drummer if you're drunk and don't like anyone, there have been some pritty good..." Billie tried to talk to him.
"Shut up Billie I know what I'm doing." He mutterd. It was a brake so the guys could get something to eat, have a smoke or what ever. Tré sat behind the drumms and started drumming. It sounded like it always did but yet, he couldnt move his legs.
"There's our drummer. We want that one." Mike laughed but had to hide under the table when Tré throw his drumsticks at him, that he just broked.
"Geez man, take it easy, I was just kiding." Mike said quickly.
"Shut up Mike, you don't know what a hell I live in! It's not funny."
After an houer of pain for his ears there was this guy, Marc, who was playing. He was good, actually.
"What did you say your name was again?" He asked and looked at Marc.
"Marc." He said. "Marc Davis." Tré just nodded.
"Okey, Marc, how old are you, how long have you been playing?" This guy had cought his interest. Marc smiled.
"I'm 31 years old and began to play when I was 17," He answered, all the time he was calm.
"Okey, well I think you guys find your drummer." He looked at Billie and Mike. "Solong, you don't need me anymore."
Billie stopped him. "Please Tré, stop it. We're still your friends and we need you." Tré Just pushed him away and rolled out of the room and out of the building, oh no. Teenies, lots of them that was all around him, beging for an autograph or just to say how sorry they were of his retirement. The hole band had an presconferens yesterday where they told that Tré was retired cause of medical and physical problems. He gave them their autographs and mabe a faked smile sometimes, but they didn't notice. He lighted his ciggarett and jumped in to his car. Yes he could drive a car just with his hands now. They packed in his wheelchair and he did a burnout and drove out on the street, back home. The car ride whent good, even if he was drunk. He stoped outside his house and took himselfe in. And as soon as he closed the door and said Hello, Zack come runing toward him and climbed up in his lap.
"Daddy you're home!" He said happy and hugged him hard. He loved his dad very much and was always happy when he got home.
" Hi Brother Bear, did you take care of mom when I was gone?" He laught and looked at him. Zack just smiled big at him and nodded then he sat down in his lap instead of standing on his legs. He looked at Kelly who came out of the kitchen.
"Are you hungry hunny?" she asked and smiled at him.
"A bit I guees. Are you hungry brother?" he looked at Zack that just smiled big at him, as he always did. He stopped the wheelchair by the table at his place to eat, still with Zack with him.
"Zack hunny let your dad eat, okay."
"It's okey Kelly he can sit there. I don't mind." He started to eat his food but Zack was in the way all the time and he wantes to eat of his food.
"Zack please I want to eat." Zack just looked at him and then just sat there.
"Okay sweety time for bed," Kelly said a few houers later when they all were watching tv.
"But I don't want to. I want to be with dad," He said and hold on to him.
"Zack come on I'm tired, I'll be here tomorrow to." He kissed him on the check and said good night. Zack was so like him sometimes. He smiled weak to himselfe and desided that it was time for another beer 'cause his other bottle was empty, just like all the other once he'd had since he got home. It was like he had forgotten about his legs and just as usual tried to stand up, but instead of standing up, he was laying on the floor again.
"Hunny are you okey?" Kelly asked when she got back and took his arm to help him up.
"Let go of me, I can do it myselfe." He pulled his arm away from her but was soon back on the floor, he saw two off Kelly, just like he'd seen two off Zack.
"Frank, I'm not stupid your drunk, come on let's get you to bed." She took his arm again.
"I said leave me alone!" He slapped her in her face. "Don't you listening? I can do it myself! I'm not a freak!"
He was pissed. He alwas got this when he was drunk. He looked at her and saw a tear coming down her Check.
"No. No, Kelly I...I'm sorry hunny, You know I didn't mean it." He looked after her when she stood up and loocked herself in the bedroom.
"Okay fine! You can stay in there forever! I don't care, I don't need you!" He throw a bottle at the door and it broke all over the floor. God damn it Tré what have you done?
