So life can get better! (Includes Green Day and Adrienne so no teenie comments), chapter 16
I went upstairs and grabbed a pan and a ladle and started banging the pan trying to wake everyone up. They all started groaning and yelling for me to shut up. I told them the news and automatically they were all up taking showers. I couldn't bring myself to tell them why the detectives were coming, I never told them I was raped. I went downstairs and did the same thing to Mike. An hour later we were all in the living room waiting for the detectives.
I heard a knock on the door and the detectives were here. I looked out the window and saw them. I walked to the door and opened it. They walked on and I led them into the living room.
"Hello, we are detectives Avery, James, Peter, and Lucas," the detective told us while shaking all of our hands and taking out their badges.
"Avery, James, and Peter are going to take Billie Joe, Mike, and Trè in to separate rooms. The rest of you can just go wherever you would like. I am going to talk to Rebyl."
"Alright," my dad said. They all went into different rooms except my dad who stayed right there. Detective Lucas and I went into Mike's and my room and he started to ask questions.
"So, do you want extra protection?"
"Yes, that would be great."
"Ok, now you told me that you had info that could help us?"
"Yeah um, where do I start? Well, he always told me that he wanted to move to the Bahamas, get married to a lady named Lucy, who was his fiancé, and have a little boy and name him Donald. He told me he would definitely do it one day. Maybe when he was 18."
"He always threatened to take me with him, hide me in a closet, and rape me whenever he felt the need, and never let anyone know. I was afraid that he would find me if I ran away. I never told anyone because he would, punish me, bad, if I did. I would hate that." Silent tears were running down my cheeks.
"Is there anything else I should know?"
"If I think of anything, I will let you know."
"Thank you. All of us will be staying in the FBI truck behind you. Michael, Frank, you, your dad, Jason White, Jason Freeze, and Ronald Blake will all keep radios with you and they will go straight to the FBI truck if you need anything. We will also go to concerts and stand guard around the stage. You will be fine. We won't let him get to you; we have 5 FBI agents at your house along with Frank's and Michael's." I couldn't help but laugh at him calling them Frank and Michael. He didn't seem to notice. "Other detectives will be looking for him."
"Ok... thanks... "
"Well I am going to see if the rest of us it ready to go. Be careful."
"Ok, bye." He walked out and I heard the door to the bus open and close. I still had silent tears streaming down my face. I did what ever I could not to let out a sob. I walked into the bathroom and my eyes were all red and puffy. I washed my face and put on new eyeliner and put on sunglasses to cover my puffy eyes. I decided that I would look too suspicious and took them off. I walked out and my dad seemed like he had tears in his eyes, Mike and Trè seemed kind of distant.
"Rebyl come here," my dad said. I went over and sat down next to him.
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?"
"I don't know, I j-j-just couldn't I guess. I-I just, couldn't." I broke down and cried into my dad's shoulder. He pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back.
"It's alright, I know." Mike and Trè walked out realizing this was a father daughter moment. They told everyone else what happened. I fell asleep in my dad's arms and he carried me into my room. He walked back out and made a sandwich. 2 hours later I woke up and walked out. It was 6:30. I walked out and everyone was gathered around the table eating a microwave meal. I grabbed one out of the freezer and cooked it. I sat down and started eating. I felt everyone's eyes on me.
"What?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Ok."
I finished my food and decided to go in my room and watch some TV. The tour bus was boring. I flipped channels wishing something would happen, anything; it is so boring on the bus. I decided I would sleep the next day away and make it go faster. I didn't feel very good anyway. I walked into my room and lay down. I lay there for what seemed like ages. I tossed and turned until I heard someone come in. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it said 2:00 AM. Oh shit, I've been laying here for 6 hours! I had to have dozed off, there is now way I was up that long. I heard Mike getting into his dresser, walk into the bathroom and come out, lie down, and roll over. I heard my door open and felt a weight on my bed. I jumped then looked over.
"Hi dad," I said
"Hey, are you okay? You've been sleeping for the part 6 hours."
"I know I have and I don't know, I have this feeling that something is wrong, I feel like shit, and this bus is boring." Right then I just felt like crying. I don't know why I just did. I had to cry or I was gonna blow up. I didn't want to cry so I just bit my lip and closed my eyes.
"You know it's okay to cry Rebyl." I opened my eyes and burst out in tears.
"Dad I don't know what's wrong but I just have this feeling, dad, I hate it, can you make it go away?"
"No but I know a way to make it better." He walked to the corner of the room, picked up Samuel, my notebook, and a pen and handed it to me. My dad believes that music makes everything better. I agree 100% most the time, but for some reason not today.
I walked into a small practice room and tried to write a song but it didn't work so I just played Longview, Brain Stew, 86, Dry Ice, and Stuart and the Ave. I walked out of the practice room. When I walked into my room my dad and Mike were both sitting on the bed talking. Most likely about me.
"Hey," Mike said.
"So did you come up with anything?"
"I tried but nothing came to mind so I just played a few other songs."
"Oh, so how are you feeling now?"
"A little better. No, I'm not, I took my Prozac today, what is wrong with me?"
"I don't know."
"Dad go ahead to bed, I'll be fine."
"Ok honey. Are you sure?"
"Yeah... I'm sure."
"OK, goodnight," he said with a kiss on the forehead.
"You are all pale Reb, what's wrong? You don't miss home already do you?"
"No, It's not that, it's something else. I don't know, I could just be PMSing or something."
"Ok, if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
"Good night Rebyl."
"G'night Mike." He walked over to his bed and laid down, leaving me to drown in my thoughts. I knew exactly what's wrong. I can't tell anyone though. In the beginning of my story, I said that I had an abortion. What a lie. I got pregnant and had my baby. It was a little girl who I named Ava Grace Johnson. Rodger wasn't happy, and wanted to kill Ava. I wouldn't let him. He got angry with me because it wasn't a boy. He would hit me and say that he wanted to try again. I didn't want to. I loved Ava with all of my heart but I didn't want to go through all of that again. I ran away from the place I lived with him in Chicago and found a family who offered to be my parents, but they turned out to be abusive parents. When they found out I had a kid, they forced me to stay in my room with Ava all day. Ava was quiet, she never cried. One day I realized that the place we lived was not a good environment for her and took her to Nib's place and her parents took care of her. The reason I was sad this particular week was because this was her 3rd birthday, and I'm not there to celebrate it. I was like this last year too, when I first moved in with my real family, but I was at Mona's house with Trè, Mona, and Stella. Frankie was at a friend's house and Trè just kind of ignored us. We were all depressed for different reasons so we spent the whole night eating ice cream straight from the cartons and watching sad movies. I need to see her. I rolled over and got some long awaited sleep.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
That is what I woke up to the next morning at 7:30, my dad hitting a wooden spoon on a pan. "EVERYBODY UP WE ARE LEAVING IN PRESICELY 1 HOUR!"
"Urgh," I groaned and rolled over and I heard Mike next to me sighing and, wait was he snarling?
"COME ON BIG DAY TODAY FIRST CONCERT OF TOUR EVERYONE UP!"
"Since when is he a morning person?" I asked Mike.
"He is like this every single day on tour," Mike replied.
"Oh god. I'm going to die!" I got up and trudged to the bathroom with Mike following my footsteps. I grabbed a towel out from the cabinet and hopped in the shower. I heard Mike get in the other one and turn on the water. I turned on my water and took a shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and hopped out. I pulled a hand towel out from under the sink and wrapped my hair in it. I then put on eyeliner and took my drugs and knocked on the door to our room.
"Mike are you dressed?"
"Yeah." I walked out and Mike was wearing a blue wife beater and a pair of khaki cargos. I walked over to my dresser and picked out a pair of black jeans and a blue shirt that had 3 ducks on it. There were a bunch of preppy duck and then a punk duck and it said, "Dude, I like what I like", with a pair of converses. I walked back into the bathroom and changed. I walked out and picked up a pair of socks and walked into the living room and put them on with my converses. I walked upstairs and sat at the table with everyone else and grabbed a pancake then ate it.
We walked into the theater a while later.
"Hello, I am Pete and these are the people that are going to help you set up."
"Ok."
We walked over and set up our instruments while other people did the lights and cameras and other electrical things like that. I plugged my guitar into the amp and did a couple chords to test it. I worked so I sat it on the stand. Finally when everything electrical was wet up, the people went home and it was just Trè, Mike, my dad, Jason, Freezer, and Ronny setting up everything else.
"THIS STAGE IS HUGE HUGE HUGE huge huge... " my dad trailed off, trying to make it sound like an echo.
"You are so weird."
"Ok, the guards are letting people in an hour, so let's have sound check."
"Ok." We played American Idiot, Good Riddance, and Waiting then we were told to go back into the dressing room because they were letting people in.
"I recommend that we sleep for the next hour or so, so we're refreshed and stuff," my dad told us.
"Sounds good," I said.
We had a wrap around couch in the dressing room so we all lie down on it and fell asleep.
"Rebyl, wake up, we're on in an hour." I woke up to my dad shaking me awake.
"Hello," I said. I stood up and stretched. Nobody else was awake except my dad and me. I walked over and shook Ronny awake and my dad went and woke up Trè. When everyone was awake we went into the separate dressing rooms and got our outfits on and walked out. Nobody was talking because we were too nervous, especially me, I was scared to death.
"Nervous?" Mike asked.
"A little."
"We all are, but trust me, you'll be fine." For some reason these words made me feel even worse.
"I know." I looked over and saw the detectives form last night. Wow, that was last night it seemed so long ago.
"Green Day, you're on in 10." We all just shook our head. I am so nervous. Oh god. I started taking deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.
"Green Day, on in 5." Ok Rebyl, calm down, you could just back out, but you would regret it, but then I wouldn't have to worry about this nervous feeling. This argument in my mind went on and on.
"Green Day, 2 minutes." But you have to go on, the fans are expecting you, but what if I mess up and they hate me, that wont happen, it could, no way. I was getting annoying with the voices in my head so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and screamed into it. I looked up and saw everyone's eyes on me.
"Hey, it relieves stress."
"O... k"
"Green Day, you're on." Well here it goes, do I back out or go on?
I heard a knock on the door and the detectives were here. I looked out the window and saw them. I walked to the door and opened it. They walked on and I led them into the living room.
"Hello, we are detectives Avery, James, Peter, and Lucas," the detective told us while shaking all of our hands and taking out their badges.
"Avery, James, and Peter are going to take Billie Joe, Mike, and Trè in to separate rooms. The rest of you can just go wherever you would like. I am going to talk to Rebyl."
"Alright," my dad said. They all went into different rooms except my dad who stayed right there. Detective Lucas and I went into Mike's and my room and he started to ask questions.
"So, do you want extra protection?"
"Yes, that would be great."
"Ok, now you told me that you had info that could help us?"
"Yeah um, where do I start? Well, he always told me that he wanted to move to the Bahamas, get married to a lady named Lucy, who was his fiancé, and have a little boy and name him Donald. He told me he would definitely do it one day. Maybe when he was 18."
"He always threatened to take me with him, hide me in a closet, and rape me whenever he felt the need, and never let anyone know. I was afraid that he would find me if I ran away. I never told anyone because he would, punish me, bad, if I did. I would hate that." Silent tears were running down my cheeks.
"Is there anything else I should know?"
"If I think of anything, I will let you know."
"Thank you. All of us will be staying in the FBI truck behind you. Michael, Frank, you, your dad, Jason White, Jason Freeze, and Ronald Blake will all keep radios with you and they will go straight to the FBI truck if you need anything. We will also go to concerts and stand guard around the stage. You will be fine. We won't let him get to you; we have 5 FBI agents at your house along with Frank's and Michael's." I couldn't help but laugh at him calling them Frank and Michael. He didn't seem to notice. "Other detectives will be looking for him."
"Ok... thanks... "
"Well I am going to see if the rest of us it ready to go. Be careful."
"Ok, bye." He walked out and I heard the door to the bus open and close. I still had silent tears streaming down my face. I did what ever I could not to let out a sob. I walked into the bathroom and my eyes were all red and puffy. I washed my face and put on new eyeliner and put on sunglasses to cover my puffy eyes. I decided that I would look too suspicious and took them off. I walked out and my dad seemed like he had tears in his eyes, Mike and Trè seemed kind of distant.
"Rebyl come here," my dad said. I went over and sat down next to him.
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?"
"I don't know, I j-j-just couldn't I guess. I-I just, couldn't." I broke down and cried into my dad's shoulder. He pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back.
"It's alright, I know." Mike and Trè walked out realizing this was a father daughter moment. They told everyone else what happened. I fell asleep in my dad's arms and he carried me into my room. He walked back out and made a sandwich. 2 hours later I woke up and walked out. It was 6:30. I walked out and everyone was gathered around the table eating a microwave meal. I grabbed one out of the freezer and cooked it. I sat down and started eating. I felt everyone's eyes on me.
"What?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Ok."
I finished my food and decided to go in my room and watch some TV. The tour bus was boring. I flipped channels wishing something would happen, anything; it is so boring on the bus. I decided I would sleep the next day away and make it go faster. I didn't feel very good anyway. I walked into my room and lay down. I lay there for what seemed like ages. I tossed and turned until I heard someone come in. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it said 2:00 AM. Oh shit, I've been laying here for 6 hours! I had to have dozed off, there is now way I was up that long. I heard Mike getting into his dresser, walk into the bathroom and come out, lie down, and roll over. I heard my door open and felt a weight on my bed. I jumped then looked over.
"Hi dad," I said
"Hey, are you okay? You've been sleeping for the part 6 hours."
"I know I have and I don't know, I have this feeling that something is wrong, I feel like shit, and this bus is boring." Right then I just felt like crying. I don't know why I just did. I had to cry or I was gonna blow up. I didn't want to cry so I just bit my lip and closed my eyes.
"You know it's okay to cry Rebyl." I opened my eyes and burst out in tears.
"Dad I don't know what's wrong but I just have this feeling, dad, I hate it, can you make it go away?"
"No but I know a way to make it better." He walked to the corner of the room, picked up Samuel, my notebook, and a pen and handed it to me. My dad believes that music makes everything better. I agree 100% most the time, but for some reason not today.
I walked into a small practice room and tried to write a song but it didn't work so I just played Longview, Brain Stew, 86, Dry Ice, and Stuart and the Ave. I walked out of the practice room. When I walked into my room my dad and Mike were both sitting on the bed talking. Most likely about me.
"Hey," Mike said.
"So did you come up with anything?"
"I tried but nothing came to mind so I just played a few other songs."
"Oh, so how are you feeling now?"
"A little better. No, I'm not, I took my Prozac today, what is wrong with me?"
"I don't know."
"Dad go ahead to bed, I'll be fine."
"Ok honey. Are you sure?"
"Yeah... I'm sure."
"OK, goodnight," he said with a kiss on the forehead.
"You are all pale Reb, what's wrong? You don't miss home already do you?"
"No, It's not that, it's something else. I don't know, I could just be PMSing or something."
"Ok, if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
"Good night Rebyl."
"G'night Mike." He walked over to his bed and laid down, leaving me to drown in my thoughts. I knew exactly what's wrong. I can't tell anyone though. In the beginning of my story, I said that I had an abortion. What a lie. I got pregnant and had my baby. It was a little girl who I named Ava Grace Johnson. Rodger wasn't happy, and wanted to kill Ava. I wouldn't let him. He got angry with me because it wasn't a boy. He would hit me and say that he wanted to try again. I didn't want to. I loved Ava with all of my heart but I didn't want to go through all of that again. I ran away from the place I lived with him in Chicago and found a family who offered to be my parents, but they turned out to be abusive parents. When they found out I had a kid, they forced me to stay in my room with Ava all day. Ava was quiet, she never cried. One day I realized that the place we lived was not a good environment for her and took her to Nib's place and her parents took care of her. The reason I was sad this particular week was because this was her 3rd birthday, and I'm not there to celebrate it. I was like this last year too, when I first moved in with my real family, but I was at Mona's house with Trè, Mona, and Stella. Frankie was at a friend's house and Trè just kind of ignored us. We were all depressed for different reasons so we spent the whole night eating ice cream straight from the cartons and watching sad movies. I need to see her. I rolled over and got some long awaited sleep.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
That is what I woke up to the next morning at 7:30, my dad hitting a wooden spoon on a pan. "EVERYBODY UP WE ARE LEAVING IN PRESICELY 1 HOUR!"
"Urgh," I groaned and rolled over and I heard Mike next to me sighing and, wait was he snarling?
"COME ON BIG DAY TODAY FIRST CONCERT OF TOUR EVERYONE UP!"
"Since when is he a morning person?" I asked Mike.
"He is like this every single day on tour," Mike replied.
"Oh god. I'm going to die!" I got up and trudged to the bathroom with Mike following my footsteps. I grabbed a towel out from the cabinet and hopped in the shower. I heard Mike get in the other one and turn on the water. I turned on my water and took a shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and hopped out. I pulled a hand towel out from under the sink and wrapped my hair in it. I then put on eyeliner and took my drugs and knocked on the door to our room.
"Mike are you dressed?"
"Yeah." I walked out and Mike was wearing a blue wife beater and a pair of khaki cargos. I walked over to my dresser and picked out a pair of black jeans and a blue shirt that had 3 ducks on it. There were a bunch of preppy duck and then a punk duck and it said, "Dude, I like what I like", with a pair of converses. I walked back into the bathroom and changed. I walked out and picked up a pair of socks and walked into the living room and put them on with my converses. I walked upstairs and sat at the table with everyone else and grabbed a pancake then ate it.
We walked into the theater a while later.
"Hello, I am Pete and these are the people that are going to help you set up."
"Ok."
We walked over and set up our instruments while other people did the lights and cameras and other electrical things like that. I plugged my guitar into the amp and did a couple chords to test it. I worked so I sat it on the stand. Finally when everything electrical was wet up, the people went home and it was just Trè, Mike, my dad, Jason, Freezer, and Ronny setting up everything else.
"THIS STAGE IS HUGE HUGE HUGE huge huge... " my dad trailed off, trying to make it sound like an echo.
"You are so weird."
"Ok, the guards are letting people in an hour, so let's have sound check."
"Ok." We played American Idiot, Good Riddance, and Waiting then we were told to go back into the dressing room because they were letting people in.
"I recommend that we sleep for the next hour or so, so we're refreshed and stuff," my dad told us.
"Sounds good," I said.
We had a wrap around couch in the dressing room so we all lie down on it and fell asleep.
"Rebyl, wake up, we're on in an hour." I woke up to my dad shaking me awake.
"Hello," I said. I stood up and stretched. Nobody else was awake except my dad and me. I walked over and shook Ronny awake and my dad went and woke up Trè. When everyone was awake we went into the separate dressing rooms and got our outfits on and walked out. Nobody was talking because we were too nervous, especially me, I was scared to death.
"Nervous?" Mike asked.
"A little."
"We all are, but trust me, you'll be fine." For some reason these words made me feel even worse.
"I know." I looked over and saw the detectives form last night. Wow, that was last night it seemed so long ago.
"Green Day, you're on in 10." We all just shook our head. I am so nervous. Oh god. I started taking deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.
"Green Day, on in 5." Ok Rebyl, calm down, you could just back out, but you would regret it, but then I wouldn't have to worry about this nervous feeling. This argument in my mind went on and on.
"Green Day, 2 minutes." But you have to go on, the fans are expecting you, but what if I mess up and they hate me, that wont happen, it could, no way. I was getting annoying with the voices in my head so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and screamed into it. I looked up and saw everyone's eyes on me.
"Hey, it relieves stress."
"O... k"
"Green Day, you're on." Well here it goes, do I back out or go on?
