When Dookie hit the fan..., chapter 18

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Tre looked at Mike, who looked at the ground. They were both sick about it. It is one thing to know about something like this several months ahead of time, it is quite another to be there when it happens. Tre was starting to feel sick, Mike was three steps ahead of him and threw up.
"Mike, you fucking idiot!" shouted Billie Joe angerily jumping back to avoid getting hit with puke. "Are you trying to ruin a perfectly great night?"
Tre swallowes back puke, "Great night? Billie, you're gonna rape her, and beat her some more, maybe even more than once."
Billie Joe gave Tre an evil look, and then smiled, "Well, you are certainly not going to be here when I take care of her are you?"
Tre looked down at Jovie, who was now huddled in a corner on the floor. He felt horribly, only a few moments ago, she was simply presenting them an award, and know she was going to get brutally raped and here he was, doing nothing to stop it at all, nor was Mike, and they could both see clear as day, that Billie Joe was clearly getting turned on by seeing her that way. There was no way around it, Jovie was doomed. There was nothing they could do.
Billie Joe looked from Mike to Tre, "Anything to add? You are taking up to much precious time as it is."
He looked at both of them angerily. How could they do this to him? After all he had done for them and all they had been through together, and they were going to take her side because she was a woman? Fuck them! After all these years of torment and his over obsession with her, they go ahead and let him look like the bad one? He glanced at her.
He felt really bad about it at that moment. Seeing her cradled in a corner in tears really did destroy him. It did turn him on more than ever though, he never understand why her pain always seemed to get the better of him. Looking at her in tears in a corner, why was he even talking?
Billie snapped and grabbed Jovie and threw her over his shoulders. As he headed to his bedroom, with Jovie digging her nail into his back into he bled. He was loving every minute of it.
"Stop!" shouted Tre, looking at Mike for help. Like Hell!
Billie Joe turned and glared at Tre, "Are you going to stop me? Huh?"
He dropped Jovie and walked over to Tre. Mike glanced at Jovie, who was to weak to even lift her head up. He was trying to get her to hide if he could meet her eyes. It was no use though, she was too beat up and too fragile to handle anything else, another hint to Mike that he would be suprised if she even lived. The way Billie Joe told them, he might as well go and break her in half with all the things he said he was going to do with her.
Billie Joe walked up to Tre until he had full eye contact with him. "What are you going to do Tre? Report me? Beak me up? You gonna take me away from her? Cause let's be honest here...it is not possible, because wherever she goes I will find her or hunt her down. So tell me, do you think you can honestly stop me from doing it?"
Tre shook his head and began to cry. Billie grinned evily, "That's right Tre, cry, that is all you really can do...."
Billie Joe looked at Mike, "You have anything to say?"
Mike shook his head, Billie continued, "Well you both together couldn't even if you tried and if you really didn't want anything bad to happen to her, you should have just told her the night I planned it, after I went to sleep,. but the truth was, you both didn't care very much, you both wanted to see the bitch get what she deserved and you know it."
He looked over at Jovie, who was now in a pathetic ball on the floor and smiled, "Baby, you better stop, you really are turning me on..."
"You might want to go now," warned Billie Joe with an evil grin, "it is gonna get graphic kids...."
Mike and Tre heeded his advive and walked out of the dressing room. Closing the door behind them, they quickly bolted out of the place, knowing that if they stayed any longer, the screams they were hearing were going to get louder...
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