The Boy Next Door, chapter 1
"You're a gothic whore and thats all you're ever gonna be!" Then I was knocked to the ground with a black eye and a bruised up stomach. "Why dont you go and fuck that punk next door!" my stepdad yells at me then he hits me again before he leaves me from the daily beatings.
Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Samantha Brooks, or Sammie or Sam for short. I'm 16 years old with black hair with blue tips. I'm punk, not goth, even though my fucking stepdad thinks of me. I have bright blue eyes and only three friends. Yes, I didnt make a mistake. I only have three friends. Everyone hates me, even my family hates me. Now back to the story.
After my stepdad left my room I walked over to my window to see his silhoutte in the bedroom light. It was my best friend and crush of ten years Billie Joe Armstrong. I opened my window and sat on the roof and listened to him play his guitar. Wow he's really good, I know he's gonna make it big one day. I thought, then the playing stopped and his window opened and I could see his pericing green eyes in the dark. "Hey Sammie! What's up?" he asked sitting on his roof also. "Nothing really but Billie Boy can I ...can I come over tonight?" I asked with tears running down my cheeks. "Sure Sammie the doors unlocked, mom doesnt get home till really late. So come over." Billie said smiling his gentle smile that you get lost in. "Thanks I'll be over in a minute.
With that said I got my messenger bag, turned off my lights and walked out onto my roof, throwing my bag to the ground. I climbed down and ran to Billie's before Caleb (my stepdad) found me missing. "Hey Billie Boy! Thanks so much for letting me come over again," I said walking into his bedroom. "No problem. I like having you over. Hell we've been doing this for what 10 years now. You live here now!" Billie said making me laugh. He always knew how to make me laugh. "Come on lets get some sleep shall we?" Billie said taking off his shirt to reveal his nice built body. "I think we shall," I said with a giggle. My pj's were Billie's boxers and Tre's shirt. I laid down in Billie's bed and he joined me. "Goodnight Billie Boy." "Goodnight Sammie."
Billie Joe's POV
Sam was already sleeping and the way she was laying I could see some new bruises. Damn that pisses me off so much that he hits her. I hear it every night and it breaks my heart to hear her cry herself to sleep. This has been going on ever since her real father died when we were 8 years old, so ever since then Sammie has been sleeping over here with me. Then just two years after in the same month of her birthday, and her father's death, my father died.
Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Samantha Brooks, or Sammie or Sam for short. I'm 16 years old with black hair with blue tips. I'm punk, not goth, even though my fucking stepdad thinks of me. I have bright blue eyes and only three friends. Yes, I didnt make a mistake. I only have three friends. Everyone hates me, even my family hates me. Now back to the story.
After my stepdad left my room I walked over to my window to see his silhoutte in the bedroom light. It was my best friend and crush of ten years Billie Joe Armstrong. I opened my window and sat on the roof and listened to him play his guitar. Wow he's really good, I know he's gonna make it big one day. I thought, then the playing stopped and his window opened and I could see his pericing green eyes in the dark. "Hey Sammie! What's up?" he asked sitting on his roof also. "Nothing really but Billie Boy can I ...can I come over tonight?" I asked with tears running down my cheeks. "Sure Sammie the doors unlocked, mom doesnt get home till really late. So come over." Billie said smiling his gentle smile that you get lost in. "Thanks I'll be over in a minute.
With that said I got my messenger bag, turned off my lights and walked out onto my roof, throwing my bag to the ground. I climbed down and ran to Billie's before Caleb (my stepdad) found me missing. "Hey Billie Boy! Thanks so much for letting me come over again," I said walking into his bedroom. "No problem. I like having you over. Hell we've been doing this for what 10 years now. You live here now!" Billie said making me laugh. He always knew how to make me laugh. "Come on lets get some sleep shall we?" Billie said taking off his shirt to reveal his nice built body. "I think we shall," I said with a giggle. My pj's were Billie's boxers and Tre's shirt. I laid down in Billie's bed and he joined me. "Goodnight Billie Boy." "Goodnight Sammie."
Billie Joe's POV
Sam was already sleeping and the way she was laying I could see some new bruises. Damn that pisses me off so much that he hits her. I hear it every night and it breaks my heart to hear her cry herself to sleep. This has been going on ever since her real father died when we were 8 years old, so ever since then Sammie has been sleeping over here with me. Then just two years after in the same month of her birthday, and her father's death, my father died.
