Welcome To My Life, chapter 2
That night I had to find a way to sneak out of the house to meet Billie Joe. I had to make sure my mom wasn't suspicious. So I said goodnight to her and said I was going to get some sleep and I would see her in the morning. After successfully getting away from my mother, I went out through my window and walked to Gilman Street to meet Billie Joe.
When I got there, it was only 6:30 so I went to the bar and ordered a beer. There was some band playing up on stage called Chicken Riot, they were terrible. Soon it was 7, and I started to look for Billie. Then a band came up on stage called Sweet Children. The lead singer/guitarist looked familiar, then it hit me, it was Billie Joe! I remember him mentioning something about him being in a band. Then they started to play, they were amazing! Then right before they started to play their next song Billie Joe said, "This next song is dedicated to my great friend Kendra!" Then they started to play.
After the show, Billie came and sat down next to me. "So did you enjoy the show?"
"Oh my gawd! Yes, it was soo fuckin' awesome!! You guys rocked!" I exclaimed.
He pretended to give a little curtsy, "Why thank you, thank you very much!"
I didn't ask him about his song dedication to me, I didn't want to embarrass him.
"So... waddaya wanna do now?" he asked me.
"Well, my mom doesn't know I'm here, so whatever you wanna do, I can be back whenever."
"Sounds good, hey I know! Let's go in the back and hang with the guys!"
When we got in the back room, there were a bunch of punks and rockers all sitting around, talking, and a few were smoking.
"Hey Billie over here!" someone called
We walked over to two guys, a blonde, and a guy who was jumping up and down.
"Kendra, this is Mike and Tre, Tre's the hyper one," he said laughing.
"Well, hell-oo sexy!" said Tre.
We just sat and talked for a while, and then Billie said he needed to get home.
I walked with him home, since we lived real close to each other. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah," I said and hugged him goodbye, I got goose bumps feeling his body against mine, and I wished it could last forever, but I knew I had to get home before my mom or Greg noticed I was missing.
I quetly climbed back in through my window. Just as I was turning around, my door burst open. In the doorway stood Greg. He looked extremeley drunk.
"Thought yoush could hide froms me, dids you? Well thatsh where you're wrong, you bitch."
"Wh-wh-what do you want? I have to go to sleep-I-I have---school in the morning," I said shakily trying to come up with a good excuse so he would leave.
He ignored me, continuing on, "Well now you'll getsh yoursh!"
He came at me so fast I could'nt react. He shoved me onto the bed and pinned me down under him. I struggled to get free but he much stronger. Then suddenly he let go of me. I scambled to my door.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" He roared at me.
He picked up my bedside lamp and hit me in the head with it, then all was black.
When I woke up I saw Greg tying my foot to the bedpost with rope. I also realised I had nothing on, I was naked, so was Greg except for a condom. I immediately knew what his intentions were. I started screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear. He rushed over and put a peice of duct tape over my mouth. Then he raped me. It was awful, and painful. When he finished I was struggling to stay consious, but I could see the darkness starting to close in. Finally I gave in.
***
When I awoke the next morning my pillow was sopping wet, I figured I had been crying again. Then the memories of the night before came flooding back and I started crying again.
When I walked to school 30 minutes later my eyes were swollen and red. Billie Joe immietly noticed something was wrong.
"Kendra whats wrong?" he asked a worried look on his face.
I didn't want to tell him so I said, "Uh, nothing..."
"No, something's wrong, you've been crying."
"I-I don't want to talk about it," I said feeling hot tears in my eyes.
"Okay...but you can tell me anything Kendra, you can trust me."
"Well...okay, but not here..." I said looking around, I didn't want anyone else to know wwhat happened to me.
We walked outside to the back of the school. We were completly alone.
"So what's up?" he asked me.
"Okay, last night after we walked home...well right after I snuck back in, my mom's boyfriend Greg, came in all drunk and shit, right, and he started saying things, like 'you thought you could hide from me,' and 'now you'll get yours' and he called me a bitch and knocked me out."
Billie just listened in wide eyed horror as I told him what happened. "Then when I woke up, I was naked and tied down to the bed. I-I couldn't m-move, or call out for help, a-and t-then he r-r-raped me!" I said breaking down in tears again. Billie had a horrified expression on his face.
**Billie's POV**
I was in shock. I couldn't beleive it. How could someone do such an awful thing to such a nice girl? She started crying and I held her, stroking her hair and comforting her. I just couldn't beleive it.
**Kendra's POV**
I cried for a long time, the whole time Billie Joe held me and comforted me.
After I had stopped crying I looked at him. "What if he tries to kill me?" I whispered fearfully to Billie.
"He won't, you can stay at my house tonight if you want," he said softly.
I smiled for the first time in a while, "Thank you," and I hugged him.
I went home feeling somewhat better at Billie Joe's words. But my relaxed mood wouldn't last much longer. When I walked in my house my mom and Greg were sitting on the couch.
"Where have you been?!" she shreiked at me.
"School," I muttered.
"LIAR!" yelled Greg. He got up, walked over to me and smacked me across the face.
Where were you? Answer me, slut!" shouted my mom.
I could feel the tears, but wasn't going to let them fall.
Greg smacked me again and shoved me into the wall.
"I said where were you?" he growled.
"Nowhere, I mean school," I stammered.
He punched me in the stomach. I gasped for breath. I could feel the tears running down down my cheeks.
"Look at the crybaby!" mocked my mother. Greg laughed coldly.
I tried desperatly to get away, so I kicked Greg in the leg.
He stopped laughing, and his eyes turned cold, and filled with hate.
He twisted my arm around, the pain was unbearable. "You'll pay for that you no good slutty cunt of a bitch," He twisted my arm harder, harder, then I heard a crack. Then the pain washed over me, it was excruciating, I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping for air, then I went unconcious.
When I got there, it was only 6:30 so I went to the bar and ordered a beer. There was some band playing up on stage called Chicken Riot, they were terrible. Soon it was 7, and I started to look for Billie. Then a band came up on stage called Sweet Children. The lead singer/guitarist looked familiar, then it hit me, it was Billie Joe! I remember him mentioning something about him being in a band. Then they started to play, they were amazing! Then right before they started to play their next song Billie Joe said, "This next song is dedicated to my great friend Kendra!" Then they started to play.
After the show, Billie came and sat down next to me. "So did you enjoy the show?"
"Oh my gawd! Yes, it was soo fuckin' awesome!! You guys rocked!" I exclaimed.
He pretended to give a little curtsy, "Why thank you, thank you very much!"
I didn't ask him about his song dedication to me, I didn't want to embarrass him.
"So... waddaya wanna do now?" he asked me.
"Well, my mom doesn't know I'm here, so whatever you wanna do, I can be back whenever."
"Sounds good, hey I know! Let's go in the back and hang with the guys!"
When we got in the back room, there were a bunch of punks and rockers all sitting around, talking, and a few were smoking.
"Hey Billie over here!" someone called
We walked over to two guys, a blonde, and a guy who was jumping up and down.
"Kendra, this is Mike and Tre, Tre's the hyper one," he said laughing.
"Well, hell-oo sexy!" said Tre.
We just sat and talked for a while, and then Billie said he needed to get home.
I walked with him home, since we lived real close to each other. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah," I said and hugged him goodbye, I got goose bumps feeling his body against mine, and I wished it could last forever, but I knew I had to get home before my mom or Greg noticed I was missing.
I quetly climbed back in through my window. Just as I was turning around, my door burst open. In the doorway stood Greg. He looked extremeley drunk.
"Thought yoush could hide froms me, dids you? Well thatsh where you're wrong, you bitch."
"Wh-wh-what do you want? I have to go to sleep-I-I have---school in the morning," I said shakily trying to come up with a good excuse so he would leave.
He ignored me, continuing on, "Well now you'll getsh yoursh!"
He came at me so fast I could'nt react. He shoved me onto the bed and pinned me down under him. I struggled to get free but he much stronger. Then suddenly he let go of me. I scambled to my door.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" He roared at me.
He picked up my bedside lamp and hit me in the head with it, then all was black.
When I woke up I saw Greg tying my foot to the bedpost with rope. I also realised I had nothing on, I was naked, so was Greg except for a condom. I immediately knew what his intentions were. I started screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear. He rushed over and put a peice of duct tape over my mouth. Then he raped me. It was awful, and painful. When he finished I was struggling to stay consious, but I could see the darkness starting to close in. Finally I gave in.
***
When I awoke the next morning my pillow was sopping wet, I figured I had been crying again. Then the memories of the night before came flooding back and I started crying again.
When I walked to school 30 minutes later my eyes were swollen and red. Billie Joe immietly noticed something was wrong.
"Kendra whats wrong?" he asked a worried look on his face.
I didn't want to tell him so I said, "Uh, nothing..."
"No, something's wrong, you've been crying."
"I-I don't want to talk about it," I said feeling hot tears in my eyes.
"Okay...but you can tell me anything Kendra, you can trust me."
"Well...okay, but not here..." I said looking around, I didn't want anyone else to know wwhat happened to me.
We walked outside to the back of the school. We were completly alone.
"So what's up?" he asked me.
"Okay, last night after we walked home...well right after I snuck back in, my mom's boyfriend Greg, came in all drunk and shit, right, and he started saying things, like 'you thought you could hide from me,' and 'now you'll get yours' and he called me a bitch and knocked me out."
Billie just listened in wide eyed horror as I told him what happened. "Then when I woke up, I was naked and tied down to the bed. I-I couldn't m-move, or call out for help, a-and t-then he r-r-raped me!" I said breaking down in tears again. Billie had a horrified expression on his face.
**Billie's POV**
I was in shock. I couldn't beleive it. How could someone do such an awful thing to such a nice girl? She started crying and I held her, stroking her hair and comforting her. I just couldn't beleive it.
**Kendra's POV**
I cried for a long time, the whole time Billie Joe held me and comforted me.
After I had stopped crying I looked at him. "What if he tries to kill me?" I whispered fearfully to Billie.
"He won't, you can stay at my house tonight if you want," he said softly.
I smiled for the first time in a while, "Thank you," and I hugged him.
I went home feeling somewhat better at Billie Joe's words. But my relaxed mood wouldn't last much longer. When I walked in my house my mom and Greg were sitting on the couch.
"Where have you been?!" she shreiked at me.
"School," I muttered.
"LIAR!" yelled Greg. He got up, walked over to me and smacked me across the face.
Where were you? Answer me, slut!" shouted my mom.
I could feel the tears, but wasn't going to let them fall.
Greg smacked me again and shoved me into the wall.
"I said where were you?" he growled.
"Nowhere, I mean school," I stammered.
He punched me in the stomach. I gasped for breath. I could feel the tears running down down my cheeks.
"Look at the crybaby!" mocked my mother. Greg laughed coldly.
I tried desperatly to get away, so I kicked Greg in the leg.
He stopped laughing, and his eyes turned cold, and filled with hate.
He twisted my arm around, the pain was unbearable. "You'll pay for that you no good slutty cunt of a bitch," He twisted my arm harder, harder, then I heard a crack. Then the pain washed over me, it was excruciating, I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping for air, then I went unconcious.
