Broken Hearts and Broken Homes, chapter 2
My hands started to shake.
"Rob?"
"Mercedes?" he said.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, shocked to see him.
"Umm, I live in this city. What are you doing here? I thought you settled in Germany," He said, clearly shocked that I was standing right in front of him.
" I did, but my ex, Mike, is on the hunt to kill me."
"Mike? Not my Mike Dirnt?" he said, his eyes getting wider.
"No, hell no." I said. I brought out a small laugh.
"What the hell are you doing? Why didn't you call the police? Why didn't you get a restraining order?" he asked.
"'Cause he said if I did, he would kill me. Or worse, torture me to death. Either way I die," I said. My hands shook more at the thought of it. Rob Cavallo shook his head in disgust.
"That bastard. You gotta stay with me. I'll make sure that guy won't get you," he said.
"Thanks. That would help a lot, since I'm currently at a hotel." I said. We walked out of Starbucks, the same man was still taste testing.
There was a giant 'Green Day' tour bus in front of the coffee shop. I knew he was their producer, but I didn't know he went on tour with them.
I heard Frank yell when Rob came in, "Coooooooffffffeeeeee! Where's the coffee! I need my stimulants! I'm gonna not get hyper!!! I need to be hyper!!!!!" Billie Joe and Mike had to pin him down to keep him from attacking Rob. The bus was cramped, and smelled of men. They could never keep anything smelling half way decent.
"Mercedes?" Billie stopped and looked up.
"...Billie...hi..." I said.
"What...what are you doing here?" he stuttered.
*Flashback*
"None of us can tell Adie, the kids, Mike or Tré....or Rob..." Billie said, breathless, collapsing on the bed.
I nodded, understanding the consequences if anyone found out. Why I let him do this, I don't know...its not like he forced me...somewhat...
*End Flashback*
"I'm just here. I met Rob at the Starbucks. Where he didn't get your coffee," I joked, showing a small smile and a small laugh. Mike and Tré didn't understand why Billie was so nervous around me.
"So Rob, you gonna go get that coffee or what?" Mike asked.
"I don't wanna," Rob said, sitting on the floor.
"Tré, you get it." Mike said.
"No. Billie has to. I wanna stay with the hot chick."
"Fuck you Tré," I said, instantly regretting that.
"Yeah, I want to fuck you. Anytime babe," he laughed evily.
"In your dreams."
"You are in my dreams."
"Perv."
"Yep."
This went on for a while, and during the whole thing, Billie slipped out to go get the coffee. There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it, probably the coffee..." Tré said, jumping up excitedly. "Hey...who are you..." Tré asked.
BANG.
"Rob?"
"Mercedes?" he said.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, shocked to see him.
"Umm, I live in this city. What are you doing here? I thought you settled in Germany," He said, clearly shocked that I was standing right in front of him.
" I did, but my ex, Mike, is on the hunt to kill me."
"Mike? Not my Mike Dirnt?" he said, his eyes getting wider.
"No, hell no." I said. I brought out a small laugh.
"What the hell are you doing? Why didn't you call the police? Why didn't you get a restraining order?" he asked.
"'Cause he said if I did, he would kill me. Or worse, torture me to death. Either way I die," I said. My hands shook more at the thought of it. Rob Cavallo shook his head in disgust.
"That bastard. You gotta stay with me. I'll make sure that guy won't get you," he said.
"Thanks. That would help a lot, since I'm currently at a hotel." I said. We walked out of Starbucks, the same man was still taste testing.
There was a giant 'Green Day' tour bus in front of the coffee shop. I knew he was their producer, but I didn't know he went on tour with them.
I heard Frank yell when Rob came in, "Coooooooffffffeeeeee! Where's the coffee! I need my stimulants! I'm gonna not get hyper!!! I need to be hyper!!!!!" Billie Joe and Mike had to pin him down to keep him from attacking Rob. The bus was cramped, and smelled of men. They could never keep anything smelling half way decent.
"Mercedes?" Billie stopped and looked up.
"...Billie...hi..." I said.
"What...what are you doing here?" he stuttered.
*Flashback*
"None of us can tell Adie, the kids, Mike or Tré....or Rob..." Billie said, breathless, collapsing on the bed.
I nodded, understanding the consequences if anyone found out. Why I let him do this, I don't know...its not like he forced me...somewhat...
*End Flashback*
"I'm just here. I met Rob at the Starbucks. Where he didn't get your coffee," I joked, showing a small smile and a small laugh. Mike and Tré didn't understand why Billie was so nervous around me.
"So Rob, you gonna go get that coffee or what?" Mike asked.
"I don't wanna," Rob said, sitting on the floor.
"Tré, you get it." Mike said.
"No. Billie has to. I wanna stay with the hot chick."
"Fuck you Tré," I said, instantly regretting that.
"Yeah, I want to fuck you. Anytime babe," he laughed evily.
"In your dreams."
"You are in my dreams."
"Perv."
"Yep."
This went on for a while, and during the whole thing, Billie slipped out to go get the coffee. There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it, probably the coffee..." Tré said, jumping up excitedly. "Hey...who are you..." Tré asked.
BANG.
