Welcome To My Life, chapter 3
**Billie's POV**
That day, after Kendra told me Greg raped her, we walked home together in silence. Then she hugged me and went inside her house. As I turned around and started to walk away, I heard a man shouting, then a crash. I turned around and raced back to Kendra's house. The front door was open, so I ran inside. I went to the living room and saw Kendra unconscious on the floor, her arm in a funny position. A man stood over her.
"What the fuck did you do to her?!" I shouted.
"And who are you? AND WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING HOUSE?!" he screamed at me.
I went and knelt beside Kendra. Her face was bruised and her arm appeared to be broken. I had a feeling the man did this to her.
"Why the hell did you break her arm?!"
"The bitch was fucking lying to me!" he spat, then walked out of the house saying something about there not being enough vodka left, the woman quickly left also.
I had to get Kendra to a hospital. So I called up Mike and told him to get here as fast as he could. He pulled up in his car 10 minutes later.
"Hurry! We need to get her to a hospital! Her arm is broken!"
Me and Mike carried the unconscious Kendra to his car and drove to the hospital.
***
We waited in the waiting room for 5 hours. Finally, a nurse came out.
"You can go in now, but she'll have to stay overnight."
When I walked in, she was laying on the bed crying, her arm was in a black cast. She looked up as I walked in. I tried to smile.
"So...how's your arm?"
"Well, *sigh* the doctor said it would be better in a few weeks. I-I just don't understand why all this has to happen to me!" she cried.
I took her hand and looked into her eyes, they were so beautiful and depressed. "Everything will be okay," I told her softly. "Tomorrow, I'll come pick you up and you can stay at my house."
"N-no! I-I can't, h-he'll do someth-thing worse t-to m-me," she sobbed.
I hugged her and comforted her. Then I had to leave.
***
The next day I went to pick Kendra up from the hospital. I told her that if she ever needed anything that I was there for her and always would be.
**Kendra's POV**
I really liked Billie Joe. He was my best friend. He held me and comforted me when I told him of Greg raping me. He took me to the hospital when Greg broke my arm, and he would always let me over to his house if my mom and Greg were beating me. Nowadays, they were always drunk. They beat me at 3 times a day, and Greg would rape me whenever my mom was doing her night shift at a local pawnshop.
I cut myself more and more, my arms were filled with scars, and I had even come close to committing suicide. I missed my dad, but he had run off with a hooker, and then was killed in a car crash. I hated my life.
One day after being beaten repeatedly and then raped twice, I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran up to my room and called Billie Joe.
"Hello?"
"He-*sniff* -hello."
"Kendra? Are you okay?"
"N-no can I come over?"
"Of course you can, do you wanna sleep here?"
"Yes, I'll be right over."
I got my pajamas and the other thing I needed and climbed out my window to Billie's house. I rang the bell. He answered right away and let me in.
"They've been beating you again haven't they?" he said examining my neck, which was covered in bruises and welts. "Lemme see your arms," I reluctantly rolled up my sleeves and held them out.
"Why Kendra?" he was looking at my fresh set of cuts, one still bleeding through the bandage.
He pulled me into a hug, it was so warm, so right. I wiped the tears off my face. "I just can't go on like this," I said quietly.
"You have to tell someone, Kennie, he could--he could end up killing you," he said his face full of concern and sadness.
"I know...I know..."
"Kendra, he rapes you, he beats you, he broke your arm, please tell someone, I hate to see you like this, it-it breaks my heart," he finished softly.
I slept over at his house that night. The next morning when I woke up, Billie was sitting next to my bed a worried look on his face. "You were crying, and talking in your sleep, you said, 'Don't kill me!, please! No!'"
"O-oh."
He went downstairs and I followed. I was starving, I hadn't eaten in 2 days. There was no food left in my house, my mom spent all the money on booze for her and Greg. I had decided the night before that I was going to turn them in, Billie Joe was right, Greg could end up killing me. I told Billie Joe this and he said I could live with him after they're in jail.
I turned them in, and they did go to jail, the cops said they wouldn't be out for while. So I packed what I needed. I was glad they were in jail, now I could stop cutting myself, and all the pain would go away. But I knew it wasn't that easy, the awful memories would always be with me, no matter where I went. But I had a feeling my life was turning around, but I had no way of knowing if was good change, or bad change.
That day, after Kendra told me Greg raped her, we walked home together in silence. Then she hugged me and went inside her house. As I turned around and started to walk away, I heard a man shouting, then a crash. I turned around and raced back to Kendra's house. The front door was open, so I ran inside. I went to the living room and saw Kendra unconscious on the floor, her arm in a funny position. A man stood over her.
"What the fuck did you do to her?!" I shouted.
"And who are you? AND WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING HOUSE?!" he screamed at me.
I went and knelt beside Kendra. Her face was bruised and her arm appeared to be broken. I had a feeling the man did this to her.
"Why the hell did you break her arm?!"
"The bitch was fucking lying to me!" he spat, then walked out of the house saying something about there not being enough vodka left, the woman quickly left also.
I had to get Kendra to a hospital. So I called up Mike and told him to get here as fast as he could. He pulled up in his car 10 minutes later.
"Hurry! We need to get her to a hospital! Her arm is broken!"
Me and Mike carried the unconscious Kendra to his car and drove to the hospital.
***
We waited in the waiting room for 5 hours. Finally, a nurse came out.
"You can go in now, but she'll have to stay overnight."
When I walked in, she was laying on the bed crying, her arm was in a black cast. She looked up as I walked in. I tried to smile.
"So...how's your arm?"
"Well, *sigh* the doctor said it would be better in a few weeks. I-I just don't understand why all this has to happen to me!" she cried.
I took her hand and looked into her eyes, they were so beautiful and depressed. "Everything will be okay," I told her softly. "Tomorrow, I'll come pick you up and you can stay at my house."
"N-no! I-I can't, h-he'll do someth-thing worse t-to m-me," she sobbed.
I hugged her and comforted her. Then I had to leave.
***
The next day I went to pick Kendra up from the hospital. I told her that if she ever needed anything that I was there for her and always would be.
**Kendra's POV**
I really liked Billie Joe. He was my best friend. He held me and comforted me when I told him of Greg raping me. He took me to the hospital when Greg broke my arm, and he would always let me over to his house if my mom and Greg were beating me. Nowadays, they were always drunk. They beat me at 3 times a day, and Greg would rape me whenever my mom was doing her night shift at a local pawnshop.
I cut myself more and more, my arms were filled with scars, and I had even come close to committing suicide. I missed my dad, but he had run off with a hooker, and then was killed in a car crash. I hated my life.
One day after being beaten repeatedly and then raped twice, I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran up to my room and called Billie Joe.
"Hello?"
"He-*sniff* -hello."
"Kendra? Are you okay?"
"N-no can I come over?"
"Of course you can, do you wanna sleep here?"
"Yes, I'll be right over."
I got my pajamas and the other thing I needed and climbed out my window to Billie's house. I rang the bell. He answered right away and let me in.
"They've been beating you again haven't they?" he said examining my neck, which was covered in bruises and welts. "Lemme see your arms," I reluctantly rolled up my sleeves and held them out.
"Why Kendra?" he was looking at my fresh set of cuts, one still bleeding through the bandage.
He pulled me into a hug, it was so warm, so right. I wiped the tears off my face. "I just can't go on like this," I said quietly.
"You have to tell someone, Kennie, he could--he could end up killing you," he said his face full of concern and sadness.
"I know...I know..."
"Kendra, he rapes you, he beats you, he broke your arm, please tell someone, I hate to see you like this, it-it breaks my heart," he finished softly.
I slept over at his house that night. The next morning when I woke up, Billie was sitting next to my bed a worried look on his face. "You were crying, and talking in your sleep, you said, 'Don't kill me!, please! No!'"
"O-oh."
He went downstairs and I followed. I was starving, I hadn't eaten in 2 days. There was no food left in my house, my mom spent all the money on booze for her and Greg. I had decided the night before that I was going to turn them in, Billie Joe was right, Greg could end up killing me. I told Billie Joe this and he said I could live with him after they're in jail.
I turned them in, and they did go to jail, the cops said they wouldn't be out for while. So I packed what I needed. I was glad they were in jail, now I could stop cutting myself, and all the pain would go away. But I knew it wasn't that easy, the awful memories would always be with me, no matter where I went. But I had a feeling my life was turning around, but I had no way of knowing if was good change, or bad change.
