All Of This, chapter 3
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"Esmee, you're a friggin' twig," Tre said, coming down from his top bunk and sitting next to her. "So don't gimme' that. Your parents are arseholes."
"Yeah... I know... " she looked down. "Why do you think I ran away?"
"Didn't I already answer that question?" he smiled. Draping an arm over Esmee's shoulder, Tre sighed. "It's funny how only a day ago, you hated me."
"I still hate you for taking my wallet... "
"Aw... come on... You know you can't resist the Tre," he leaned the side of his face against her's.
"Go away," she chuckled, pulling back.
"I know you want meeee."
She smirked, "In your dreams."
"Then my life must be a huge frikin' dream," Tre leaned back a bit. "ROOOAAARR!"
Esmee screeched as he tackled her down on the bed. He kept pinching her sides and tickling her stomach. It caused her to laugh harder than she's ever laughed before, and she was happy. But then Tre sat on top of her, with both legs on either side of Esmee's body. And she stopped laughing. She stopped having fun. She gazed upon his partially shadowed face. To her, he looked serious. And Esmee was scared. She freaked out.
"Shh... Esmee... We don't have to tell anyone... "
She whimpered as she laid under his heavy body. "No... "
"Yes... " he whispered. "You're mine, Esmee. I own you. And I can do whatever I want."
He lifted off her shirt...
"I said NO!" Esmee screamed, slapping Tre in the face.
She pushed him off of her and ran to the bedroom door. Unlocking it, she got out of Tre's room as fast as she could. She scurried to the kitchen and landed into Billie Joe's arms. Where she cried. Almost soaking his shirt on the spot.
He pulled Esmee along with him as he stomped into Tre's room, whom looked mesmerized and scared as to what just happened only seconds ago. Billie looked Tre in the eye with rage.
"What the Hell did you do to her, Frank?!"
"I didn't do anything!" he blabbered. "Were were just messin' around and she smacked me! And HEY! Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want!" Billie yelled. "And if you didn't do anything, then why the fuck is she crying?!"
"How the Hell am I s'posed to kn--"
"SHUT UP!" she commanded, stopping their argument. "Just shut... up! Tre didn't do anything, okay?! Just drop it!"
And with that said, Esmee forced herself out of Billie's grip and sprinted through the door to the backyard. She plopped down on the stone patio and sat there with her head in her hands.
* * *
It was getting late into the evening. Esmee had been sitting outside for hous. She didn't want to go back inside, for she didn't want to answer questions. She knew what had happened earlier, but she didn't want to explain. She just... she couldn't.
Esmee heard the screen door to the patio slide open. She still just sat there. Ignoring it. Someone walked over and sat beside her. It was Billie Joe.
"It's getting cold... " he said. "You should come in."
"No, Bill. I'm fine."
"You haven't eaten anything all day... Tre told me," Billie stated.
She sighed.
"Ezz, you're not fat." she looked down as he continued. "You're not slightly chubby, either. You're thin, and-and beautiful. You're fine just the way you are."
"Billie, you don't understand... "
"Bullshit, Esmee," he said. "Of course I understand."
"Bill,--"
"Don't 'Bill' me," he muttered. "Esmee, I brought you into this shit-hole home because you were alone, and starved. And now you're here because of your parents. I care about you, Ezz. I don't want you doing anything that could kill you. You're a pretty girl, Esmee. And I understand how body-image can effect people. But you shouldn't starve yourself over something your parents said."
"But... but--"
Billie cut me off again. "Don't listen to anything they say, Esmee. They're bastards."
"Try living with 'em for almost eighteen years," she murmured.
"How old are you, anyway?" he enquired.
"Seventeen," Esmee answered. "Eighteen on January second."
"Ah, so your birthday's coming up... "
"Yup."
Silence filled the air around them. Esmee was comfortable with it. But she didn't think Billie Joe was, beause he spoke up.
"You don't have to sleep in Tre's room for much longer," he stated. "We all decided to spend the next few days fixing up the attic. We'll get a bed and a dresser and stuff in there."
"Um... thanks," she said. "But you don't have to... "
"You're a chick," Billie shrugged. "You need your privacy."
The silence had accompanied them again. Only this time, it was a bit awkward. And thank God that Billie Joe broke it again.
"So... you gonna tell me what happened with you and Tre earlier today?" he questioned.
"Some things happened a few years ago... " Esmee trailed off. "... And I was reminded of those things when Tre and I were playing around... "
"Can you tell me what those things are?" Billie asked, glancing at her with interested eyes.
"I don't know... " she kept her head down. "I've never told anyone about him."
"Who is him?" his brow furrowed.
"My dad... " Esmee muttered.
Billie gave her a confused glare, "Your dad?"
"Yeah... " she said. "He did things to me. And-and they hurt. He trespassed my body... "
"Ezz, what do you mean?"
"Billie Joe,... I'm not a virgin."
* * *
Waking up in Billie Joe's arms could've been the weirdest thing to happen at this point. Esmee would have screamed if she hadn't known what happened the night before.
She had fallen asleep in Billie's grasp. For almost two hours, Esmee cried about what traumatized her for years. He acted like her own therapist. He just held her there, and talked her though all the tears that escaped her eyes.
Esmee had woken up when she felt like she was being picked up and carried. And that was exactly what was happening. She opened up her weary eyes to see Billie Joe's profile. He looked at her and smiled one of his genuine smiles.
He brought her into Tre's room and laid her down. He went to leave, but Esmee grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
"Billie?"
He turned to face me, "Yeah?"
"Will you stay in here with me tonight?" she asked.
Another smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, sure."
Climbing in back of her, Billie Joe laid down on the bed. He stretched out his legs before cautiously wrapping an arm around Esmee's waist. And they both soon drifted off to dreamland...
She carefully sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked about the room before standing up, trying her hardest not to wake Billie. But that didn't seem to work.
He grumbled, "Mmgff... Esmee?"
"Mmm?" she was still a bit drowsy.
Billie Joe's eyes were half-shut, causing him to look slightly stoned. He propped himself up on one elbow and guestured for Esmee to sit back down next to him. "C'mere."
She crawled back on the bed and sat on her knees. Billie looked at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing Esmee hard on the forehead. He pulled away only seconds later, pushing a lock of my red hair behind her ear.
"How're you feeling?" Billie Joe asked, smiling innocently.
She stared at him for a few seconds, "Um... I'm... okay."
"Good," he put on a cocky grin. "Now let's go."
Grabbing her hand, Billie pulled Esmee up and dragged her out of the room. They walked into the kitchen where Mike and Tre were having a coffee and a nice little chat.
Then, Tre spoke up. "Heyy! The two love birds are awake!"
She rolled my eyes, opening the fridge.
"Yeah, whatcha guys do last night?" Mike winked.
Esmee giggled as she grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured its contents into a glass.
"Esmee, you better watch out," Tre commented. "This tiger's got a little thing for ya'."
"Dude, what the fuck?!" Billie Joe retorted.
She took a sip of her juice, listening to the conversation.
"Bill, dude," Mike started. "We've all seen the way you look at her."
"And this is the most you've smiled since your dad died," Tre added.
"That's a lie... " Billie muttered.
"Bullcrap."
"Billie's got a crush!" Mike chanted.
Esmee chocked on her drink as she took another sip. She glanced at Billie Joe, who was turning a bright shade of pink.
"Aww... Billie's blushing!" Tre squeaked. "See!? I told you! Esmee, this bitch has gots the hots for you!"
"Do not!"
"LIAR!" Mike exclaimed.
"Look! He's blushing even more!" Tre pointed out.
Esmee set her glass in the sink, letting out a laugh and shaking her head as she exited the kitchen to take a shower. In the process, she heard Billie Joe hiss at his two best friends.
"You assholes!"
"Yeah... I know... " she looked down. "Why do you think I ran away?"
"Didn't I already answer that question?" he smiled. Draping an arm over Esmee's shoulder, Tre sighed. "It's funny how only a day ago, you hated me."
"I still hate you for taking my wallet... "
"Aw... come on... You know you can't resist the Tre," he leaned the side of his face against her's.
"Go away," she chuckled, pulling back.
"I know you want meeee."
She smirked, "In your dreams."
"Then my life must be a huge frikin' dream," Tre leaned back a bit. "ROOOAAARR!"
Esmee screeched as he tackled her down on the bed. He kept pinching her sides and tickling her stomach. It caused her to laugh harder than she's ever laughed before, and she was happy. But then Tre sat on top of her, with both legs on either side of Esmee's body. And she stopped laughing. She stopped having fun. She gazed upon his partially shadowed face. To her, he looked serious. And Esmee was scared. She freaked out.
"Shh... Esmee... We don't have to tell anyone... "
She whimpered as she laid under his heavy body. "No... "
"Yes... " he whispered. "You're mine, Esmee. I own you. And I can do whatever I want."
He lifted off her shirt...
"I said NO!" Esmee screamed, slapping Tre in the face.
She pushed him off of her and ran to the bedroom door. Unlocking it, she got out of Tre's room as fast as she could. She scurried to the kitchen and landed into Billie Joe's arms. Where she cried. Almost soaking his shirt on the spot.
He pulled Esmee along with him as he stomped into Tre's room, whom looked mesmerized and scared as to what just happened only seconds ago. Billie looked Tre in the eye with rage.
"What the Hell did you do to her, Frank?!"
"I didn't do anything!" he blabbered. "Were were just messin' around and she smacked me! And HEY! Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want!" Billie yelled. "And if you didn't do anything, then why the fuck is she crying?!"
"How the Hell am I s'posed to kn--"
"SHUT UP!" she commanded, stopping their argument. "Just shut... up! Tre didn't do anything, okay?! Just drop it!"
And with that said, Esmee forced herself out of Billie's grip and sprinted through the door to the backyard. She plopped down on the stone patio and sat there with her head in her hands.
* * *
It was getting late into the evening. Esmee had been sitting outside for hous. She didn't want to go back inside, for she didn't want to answer questions. She knew what had happened earlier, but she didn't want to explain. She just... she couldn't.
Esmee heard the screen door to the patio slide open. She still just sat there. Ignoring it. Someone walked over and sat beside her. It was Billie Joe.
"It's getting cold... " he said. "You should come in."
"No, Bill. I'm fine."
"You haven't eaten anything all day... Tre told me," Billie stated.
She sighed.
"Ezz, you're not fat." she looked down as he continued. "You're not slightly chubby, either. You're thin, and-and beautiful. You're fine just the way you are."
"Billie, you don't understand... "
"Bullshit, Esmee," he said. "Of course I understand."
"Bill,--"
"Don't 'Bill' me," he muttered. "Esmee, I brought you into this shit-hole home because you were alone, and starved. And now you're here because of your parents. I care about you, Ezz. I don't want you doing anything that could kill you. You're a pretty girl, Esmee. And I understand how body-image can effect people. But you shouldn't starve yourself over something your parents said."
"But... but--"
Billie cut me off again. "Don't listen to anything they say, Esmee. They're bastards."
"Try living with 'em for almost eighteen years," she murmured.
"How old are you, anyway?" he enquired.
"Seventeen," Esmee answered. "Eighteen on January second."
"Ah, so your birthday's coming up... "
"Yup."
Silence filled the air around them. Esmee was comfortable with it. But she didn't think Billie Joe was, beause he spoke up.
"You don't have to sleep in Tre's room for much longer," he stated. "We all decided to spend the next few days fixing up the attic. We'll get a bed and a dresser and stuff in there."
"Um... thanks," she said. "But you don't have to... "
"You're a chick," Billie shrugged. "You need your privacy."
The silence had accompanied them again. Only this time, it was a bit awkward. And thank God that Billie Joe broke it again.
"So... you gonna tell me what happened with you and Tre earlier today?" he questioned.
"Some things happened a few years ago... " Esmee trailed off. "... And I was reminded of those things when Tre and I were playing around... "
"Can you tell me what those things are?" Billie asked, glancing at her with interested eyes.
"I don't know... " she kept her head down. "I've never told anyone about him."
"Who is him?" his brow furrowed.
"My dad... " Esmee muttered.
Billie gave her a confused glare, "Your dad?"
"Yeah... " she said. "He did things to me. And-and they hurt. He trespassed my body... "
"Ezz, what do you mean?"
"Billie Joe,... I'm not a virgin."
* * *
Waking up in Billie Joe's arms could've been the weirdest thing to happen at this point. Esmee would have screamed if she hadn't known what happened the night before.
She had fallen asleep in Billie's grasp. For almost two hours, Esmee cried about what traumatized her for years. He acted like her own therapist. He just held her there, and talked her though all the tears that escaped her eyes.
Esmee had woken up when she felt like she was being picked up and carried. And that was exactly what was happening. She opened up her weary eyes to see Billie Joe's profile. He looked at her and smiled one of his genuine smiles.
He brought her into Tre's room and laid her down. He went to leave, but Esmee grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
"Billie?"
He turned to face me, "Yeah?"
"Will you stay in here with me tonight?" she asked.
Another smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, sure."
Climbing in back of her, Billie Joe laid down on the bed. He stretched out his legs before cautiously wrapping an arm around Esmee's waist. And they both soon drifted off to dreamland...
She carefully sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked about the room before standing up, trying her hardest not to wake Billie. But that didn't seem to work.
He grumbled, "Mmgff... Esmee?"
"Mmm?" she was still a bit drowsy.
Billie Joe's eyes were half-shut, causing him to look slightly stoned. He propped himself up on one elbow and guestured for Esmee to sit back down next to him. "C'mere."
She crawled back on the bed and sat on her knees. Billie looked at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing Esmee hard on the forehead. He pulled away only seconds later, pushing a lock of my red hair behind her ear.
"How're you feeling?" Billie Joe asked, smiling innocently.
She stared at him for a few seconds, "Um... I'm... okay."
"Good," he put on a cocky grin. "Now let's go."
Grabbing her hand, Billie pulled Esmee up and dragged her out of the room. They walked into the kitchen where Mike and Tre were having a coffee and a nice little chat.
Then, Tre spoke up. "Heyy! The two love birds are awake!"
She rolled my eyes, opening the fridge.
"Yeah, whatcha guys do last night?" Mike winked.
Esmee giggled as she grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured its contents into a glass.
"Esmee, you better watch out," Tre commented. "This tiger's got a little thing for ya'."
"Dude, what the fuck?!" Billie Joe retorted.
She took a sip of her juice, listening to the conversation.
"Bill, dude," Mike started. "We've all seen the way you look at her."
"And this is the most you've smiled since your dad died," Tre added.
"That's a lie... " Billie muttered.
"Bullcrap."
"Billie's got a crush!" Mike chanted.
Esmee chocked on her drink as she took another sip. She glanced at Billie Joe, who was turning a bright shade of pink.
"Aww... Billie's blushing!" Tre squeaked. "See!? I told you! Esmee, this bitch has gots the hots for you!"
"Do not!"
"LIAR!" Mike exclaimed.
"Look! He's blushing even more!" Tre pointed out.
Esmee set her glass in the sink, letting out a laugh and shaking her head as she exited the kitchen to take a shower. In the process, she heard Billie Joe hiss at his two best friends.
"You assholes!"
