Whisper 'Are You Dying?' in My Ear, chapter 2
Billie's P.O.V.
April 13, 2007
I pulled my black BMW into the cluttered garage. Then Joey came out as soon as he heard the garage door open. His face was bright. He obviously wasn't aware of what was going on. I opened the door and got out.
"Hey dad!" said Joey.
"Hey dude! How are ya?"
"Tired. School frickin' sucked."
"Come on, it can't be that bad," I said, frowning.
"You wanna bet? Ramona won't talk to me, and Mrs. Byard hates me, so I got a detention from her for no reason," He said, handing me the bright pink piece of paper.
"Joey, it says here that you were chewing gum in class."
"Dad, that's not agsinst the rules anymore. They changed it last year," he replied, annoyed.
"Well, you still have to serve it," I said walking in the door. I grabbed a pen and signed the paper on the dotted line, and turned to Jakob, who was doing his homework on the kitchen table.
"Hey Jake."
"Hey daddy."
"How was school?"
"It was okay." he said, still glued to his homework.
"Oh yeah. You are in fourth grade now, so school is officially not allowed to be fun anymore," He just rolled his eyes. Adrienne came down the stairs holding a basket of folded laundry. She set it down and walked toward me. I wrapped my arms around her.
"When are we gonna tell them, baby?" she whispered.
"Now, I guess." I whispered back, letting go.
"Boys, can I see you guys in the living room?" I yelled upstairs, mainly at Joey who was probably watching TV. Jakob got up from his chair, and Joey came bolting out of the room. He jumped over the arm onto the couch, next to Jakob. Adrienne sat in the recliner.
"Um, guys, I need to tell you something," I said.
"You're not going on tour again, are you dad?" Joey asked.
"No, Joey. Um, how am I going to say this?" I asked myself out loud. "Boys, I have leukemia. It's a type of cancer. I went to the doctor today, and that's what they found," Joey's face went completely white, while Jakob's jaw dropped.
"Dad, are you gonna die?" Jakob asked. I felt my eyes swell with tears.
"Probably not from this, Jake. We just have to fight through this. I'll be fine. I promise.
," I said. I looked over at Joey. His eyes were huge.
"Dad, what does this mean?" he asked.
"I'll just be at the doctors a little more than usual." I said, reasuring him. But I needed to be reasured myself.
Joey's P.O.V.
2 Hours Later
Holy shit! I thought to myself. My dad has freakin' cancer! I lay on my bed, listening to my dad reasuring my brother he was going to be okay. I flipped through a book we were supposed to read for school. I wasn't going to read it, I just had to get my mind off my dad.
"God, if there really is one, help me get over this, please," I said out loud. My mom opened the door.
"Joey, your dad's gonna be okay. I promise."
"No he's not. He's gonna die, just like grandpa Armstrong," I saw my mom starting to cry.
"Joey, go get something for lunch," She said. I got up and walked downstairs. My dad looked up at me, his face as white as a sheet. I ran up to him and hugged him a hard as I could.
"How are you gonna tell Mike and Tré?"
"I don't know, Joey. I really don't know," I felt a tear from dad drop onto my head.
April 13, 2007
I pulled my black BMW into the cluttered garage. Then Joey came out as soon as he heard the garage door open. His face was bright. He obviously wasn't aware of what was going on. I opened the door and got out.
"Hey dad!" said Joey.
"Hey dude! How are ya?"
"Tired. School frickin' sucked."
"Come on, it can't be that bad," I said, frowning.
"You wanna bet? Ramona won't talk to me, and Mrs. Byard hates me, so I got a detention from her for no reason," He said, handing me the bright pink piece of paper.
"Joey, it says here that you were chewing gum in class."
"Dad, that's not agsinst the rules anymore. They changed it last year," he replied, annoyed.
"Well, you still have to serve it," I said walking in the door. I grabbed a pen and signed the paper on the dotted line, and turned to Jakob, who was doing his homework on the kitchen table.
"Hey Jake."
"Hey daddy."
"How was school?"
"It was okay." he said, still glued to his homework.
"Oh yeah. You are in fourth grade now, so school is officially not allowed to be fun anymore," He just rolled his eyes. Adrienne came down the stairs holding a basket of folded laundry. She set it down and walked toward me. I wrapped my arms around her.
"When are we gonna tell them, baby?" she whispered.
"Now, I guess." I whispered back, letting go.
"Boys, can I see you guys in the living room?" I yelled upstairs, mainly at Joey who was probably watching TV. Jakob got up from his chair, and Joey came bolting out of the room. He jumped over the arm onto the couch, next to Jakob. Adrienne sat in the recliner.
"Um, guys, I need to tell you something," I said.
"You're not going on tour again, are you dad?" Joey asked.
"No, Joey. Um, how am I going to say this?" I asked myself out loud. "Boys, I have leukemia. It's a type of cancer. I went to the doctor today, and that's what they found," Joey's face went completely white, while Jakob's jaw dropped.
"Dad, are you gonna die?" Jakob asked. I felt my eyes swell with tears.
"Probably not from this, Jake. We just have to fight through this. I'll be fine. I promise.
," I said. I looked over at Joey. His eyes were huge.
"Dad, what does this mean?" he asked.
"I'll just be at the doctors a little more than usual." I said, reasuring him. But I needed to be reasured myself.
Joey's P.O.V.
2 Hours Later
Holy shit! I thought to myself. My dad has freakin' cancer! I lay on my bed, listening to my dad reasuring my brother he was going to be okay. I flipped through a book we were supposed to read for school. I wasn't going to read it, I just had to get my mind off my dad.
"God, if there really is one, help me get over this, please," I said out loud. My mom opened the door.
"Joey, your dad's gonna be okay. I promise."
"No he's not. He's gonna die, just like grandpa Armstrong," I saw my mom starting to cry.
"Joey, go get something for lunch," She said. I got up and walked downstairs. My dad looked up at me, his face as white as a sheet. I ran up to him and hugged him a hard as I could.
"How are you gonna tell Mike and Tré?"
"I don't know, Joey. I really don't know," I felt a tear from dad drop onto my head.
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