Nobody hits Tre!, chapter 1
"Wait. At least let me say good bye to her," the twenty-three year old Tré Cool said, teary-eyed, to his ex-girlfriend.
"Get out of my house before I call the police," she said.
Tré's three year old daughter was in her mother's arms screaming and crying for her daddy. Tré had a daughter, her name was Samantha. She was his only kid. Her mother got a restraining order for an unknown reason to him when she was born. A few days ago she called up and said he could visit her. He did. Right now he was wanting to say good bye to his baby before he couldn't see her till she was eighteen.
"Get out!" she yelled. She ran into Samantha's room and slammed the door. Tré walked out, knowing he wasn't allowed to see his own kid again.
Now.
Tré is 33 and has a new girlfriend who's name is Josephine. She is going to move in within a few months. Green Day is working on their next album. Tré got a knock on his door. Apparently Samantha was being taken away from her mother because Samantha had bad things happen to her. So, child protective services were placing her with her dad, despite the restraining order.
"Tré. Just tell your daughter you'll come out there once a month and visit her. I want it to be just you and me," she said to him while they were getting out of his BMW to get lunch.
"No. I want my daughter to live with me-" he said but she slapped him I in the face. Camera's started flashing just as she did it. The next day there was an article out in every magazine on how Tré's girlfriend has him on a leash.
Tré, Billie, Josephine, Mike, Adie, White, and Freese were on Samantha's street and were about to get out of the car to see her
.
"I hate Tre's girlfriend," Adie mumbled to the others as Tré and her were headed up to the door step.
"I know. She kept hitting on me like crazy the other day," Ronnie said.
"Me too," the rest of thr guys said it unison.
"She smacked me hard," Adie said.
They got inside. Nobody was there. So they went up stairs and sat down. Josephine was all over Tré. Getting on top of him and acting like she was fucking him, kissing him, rubbing his crotch, saying stuff quietly to him but just so everybody could hear. Stuff like, "You want me baby," and "Let's go back in the car. You can fuck me then." Everybody else was either trying to hold back fits of laughter or turning their heads in disgust.
Tré looked quite uncomfortable. He turned his head away when she was going to kiss him. She stopped and looked at him, then got a pissed look on her face.
"What? You don't want me anymore? Huh? Is that how you wana treat me now?" she said through her teeth angrily.
"No. I'm sorry. Just. I don't want my daughter to see when she comes up here," he replied.
"Fine," she said sitting back down and getting off him.
Just then they all heard a window open in the basement and a couple of kids laughing. Then they heard a guitar fall.
"Shit!" a girl voice said, then laughing again. They heard some chairs squeak as the people sat down. Just then a girl with blue, maroon and green streaks in her hair walk upstairs. She had on black converse, a green day tank top, and jeans. She looked over at the bad all sitting on the couch. She remembered all of them except for the woman dressed like a prostitute, and no punk whatsoever, next to her dad.
She ran over and jumped on Tré and yelled dad and hugged. After a while of visiting Samantha's friends came upstairs and started bitching at her to come back downstairs. They went back down stairs and heard Michael Jackson songs come on. They heard Samantha and her friends signing then, "Sam! Stop humping my head you bitch!" then Samantha laughed.
"Ha ha ha. You're daughter's just as much of a horny jackass as you!" Mike said laughing. Tré smiled proudly. After a while Tré and his girlfriend went outside. Sam turned down the music and listend through the basement window.
"Tré. You're daughter's not gonna come live with us."
"Yes she is."
"No she's not!" She replied with a smack across Tré face.
"Why not!?"
"She's a little cunt that's why!" She said with another smack.
Sam ran upstairs and over to the rest of the band.
"Did you hear that bitch! She called me a cunt!" she exclaimed to them.
"Yeah. There's something we have to tell you," Adrienne said standing up and sitting Samantha down on the couch with her. The band and Adie told Samantha about how Josephine had her dad whipped, how she was using him, and what she had done and was doing to them.
"What a whore! She had sex with him in front of you guys!" She said surprised.
"Yeah. We hate her," White said.
"Well so do I," Sam agreed.
"Tré said that if she ever did anything to get you to go away, he would leave her. We need you to confront your dad. Threaten him, that you'll go in a foster home if he stays with her. Anything. She's gonna ruin his life, our life and your life. Please Samantha. It's the only way he'll break up with her. He'd do anything for you," Billie pleaded.
Samantha agreed. Tré and Josephine came back in. Tré's face was blood red and welted. Josephine was all over him again. He sat down.
"Dad. You know I don't have to go with you, right?" Samantha said. "I can always go in a foster home."
Tre's eyes went wide with fear. "Please. Come with me Samantha. Please," he said almost in tears from being beaten by his girlfriend and fear that his daughter didn't like him anymore.
"Well. I'm not going to as long as you stay with mommy over there," Samantha said moving her eyes over to Josephine.
"Fuck you," his girlfriend mumbled. Samantha flipped her off.
"You can keep staying with her and never see me again or you can lose her and keep me," Samantha said.
"Tré. Don't listen to her. She's only 13. She doesn't know what she's talking about!" Josephine yelled. Samantha got up and dialed her mother's lawyer's phone number.
"Choose now or I'm choosing for you," Samantha threatened.
Josephine got up and drug Tré over to the stairs. She drug him out of the house. Everyone else followed. Samantha's friend stayed downstairs. She took him out in the front yard and started beating the shit out of Tré. Tré tried fighting back, but he didn't have enough guts to hit a woman, or so the band thought. Just then, Tre threw her off of him and slapped her.
"Get out of my house before I call the police," she said.
Tré's three year old daughter was in her mother's arms screaming and crying for her daddy. Tré had a daughter, her name was Samantha. She was his only kid. Her mother got a restraining order for an unknown reason to him when she was born. A few days ago she called up and said he could visit her. He did. Right now he was wanting to say good bye to his baby before he couldn't see her till she was eighteen.
"Get out!" she yelled. She ran into Samantha's room and slammed the door. Tré walked out, knowing he wasn't allowed to see his own kid again.
Now.
Tré is 33 and has a new girlfriend who's name is Josephine. She is going to move in within a few months. Green Day is working on their next album. Tré got a knock on his door. Apparently Samantha was being taken away from her mother because Samantha had bad things happen to her. So, child protective services were placing her with her dad, despite the restraining order.
"Tré. Just tell your daughter you'll come out there once a month and visit her. I want it to be just you and me," she said to him while they were getting out of his BMW to get lunch.
"No. I want my daughter to live with me-" he said but she slapped him I in the face. Camera's started flashing just as she did it. The next day there was an article out in every magazine on how Tré's girlfriend has him on a leash.
Tré, Billie, Josephine, Mike, Adie, White, and Freese were on Samantha's street and were about to get out of the car to see her
.
"I hate Tre's girlfriend," Adie mumbled to the others as Tré and her were headed up to the door step.
"I know. She kept hitting on me like crazy the other day," Ronnie said.
"Me too," the rest of thr guys said it unison.
"She smacked me hard," Adie said.
They got inside. Nobody was there. So they went up stairs and sat down. Josephine was all over Tré. Getting on top of him and acting like she was fucking him, kissing him, rubbing his crotch, saying stuff quietly to him but just so everybody could hear. Stuff like, "You want me baby," and "Let's go back in the car. You can fuck me then." Everybody else was either trying to hold back fits of laughter or turning their heads in disgust.
Tré looked quite uncomfortable. He turned his head away when she was going to kiss him. She stopped and looked at him, then got a pissed look on her face.
"What? You don't want me anymore? Huh? Is that how you wana treat me now?" she said through her teeth angrily.
"No. I'm sorry. Just. I don't want my daughter to see when she comes up here," he replied.
"Fine," she said sitting back down and getting off him.
Just then they all heard a window open in the basement and a couple of kids laughing. Then they heard a guitar fall.
"Shit!" a girl voice said, then laughing again. They heard some chairs squeak as the people sat down. Just then a girl with blue, maroon and green streaks in her hair walk upstairs. She had on black converse, a green day tank top, and jeans. She looked over at the bad all sitting on the couch. She remembered all of them except for the woman dressed like a prostitute, and no punk whatsoever, next to her dad.
She ran over and jumped on Tré and yelled dad and hugged. After a while of visiting Samantha's friends came upstairs and started bitching at her to come back downstairs. They went back down stairs and heard Michael Jackson songs come on. They heard Samantha and her friends signing then, "Sam! Stop humping my head you bitch!" then Samantha laughed.
"Ha ha ha. You're daughter's just as much of a horny jackass as you!" Mike said laughing. Tré smiled proudly. After a while Tré and his girlfriend went outside. Sam turned down the music and listend through the basement window.
"Tré. You're daughter's not gonna come live with us."
"Yes she is."
"No she's not!" She replied with a smack across Tré face.
"Why not!?"
"She's a little cunt that's why!" She said with another smack.
Sam ran upstairs and over to the rest of the band.
"Did you hear that bitch! She called me a cunt!" she exclaimed to them.
"Yeah. There's something we have to tell you," Adrienne said standing up and sitting Samantha down on the couch with her. The band and Adie told Samantha about how Josephine had her dad whipped, how she was using him, and what she had done and was doing to them.
"What a whore! She had sex with him in front of you guys!" She said surprised.
"Yeah. We hate her," White said.
"Well so do I," Sam agreed.
"Tré said that if she ever did anything to get you to go away, he would leave her. We need you to confront your dad. Threaten him, that you'll go in a foster home if he stays with her. Anything. She's gonna ruin his life, our life and your life. Please Samantha. It's the only way he'll break up with her. He'd do anything for you," Billie pleaded.
Samantha agreed. Tré and Josephine came back in. Tré's face was blood red and welted. Josephine was all over him again. He sat down.
"Dad. You know I don't have to go with you, right?" Samantha said. "I can always go in a foster home."
Tre's eyes went wide with fear. "Please. Come with me Samantha. Please," he said almost in tears from being beaten by his girlfriend and fear that his daughter didn't like him anymore.
"Well. I'm not going to as long as you stay with mommy over there," Samantha said moving her eyes over to Josephine.
"Fuck you," his girlfriend mumbled. Samantha flipped her off.
"You can keep staying with her and never see me again or you can lose her and keep me," Samantha said.
"Tré. Don't listen to her. She's only 13. She doesn't know what she's talking about!" Josephine yelled. Samantha got up and dialed her mother's lawyer's phone number.
"Choose now or I'm choosing for you," Samantha threatened.
Josephine got up and drug Tré over to the stairs. She drug him out of the house. Everyone else followed. Samantha's friend stayed downstairs. She took him out in the front yard and started beating the shit out of Tré. Tré tried fighting back, but he didn't have enough guts to hit a woman, or so the band thought. Just then, Tre threw her off of him and slapped her.
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