Broken Hearts and Broken Homes, chapter 3
*Recap*
"I'll get it, probably the coffee!" Tre said, jumping up excitedly.
BANG
**
"Billie, you ok? Oh man, I didn't reconize you with your hood on and the coffee in front of your face!" Tre exclaimed.
"You ass! Scared the living hell out of me!" Billie said, picking himself off the ground.
"What did I do?" Tre asked.
"You slammed a damn door in my face, one; ruining the coffee, two; getting me scalded by hot coffee, three; umm I'm soaked in coffee, and four; you have to get more. Haha, that rhymes!" Billie said to Tre. "Oh yeah, and you almost broke my back, so you ALWAYS have to get the coffee from now on," Billie added, laughing evily. I laughed along, knowing that that sound almost gave me a heart attack. I thought it was Mike, yes the evil one, not the nice Mike Dirnt here.
Tre left, mumbling some stuff about cotton candy and sex and stuff, whatever was on his mind. Billie left to change out of his coffee ridden clothes and get some aspirin for his back, and his now swelling headache.
Billie's POV
"Draaaain the pressure from the swelling....dear tylenol......This sensation's overwhelming....give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright....tell me I won't feel a thing....so gimme nooovacaine," I sang while I was in the small shower. I was singing quite loud considering my massive headache that was taking away the pain in my back from falling on the concrete. I closed my eyes, letting the water just flow over me.
A little bit later, I stepped out, putting my clothes on, and went back into the main area.
"Hey Billie, that took you a while!" Tre shouted.
"Not so loud, damn..." I mumbled.
"Hangover Billie?" Mike asked, sipping his coffee.
"No...damn it," I said. I laid down on the sofa. Lay, whatever...moving on.
I fell asleep, forgeting the fact that Tre was in the same room, and he can do wierd things to people when they sleep, especially in the middle of the day.
Billie's Dream....
A gun shout went off. "Mike, no! You mother fucker! She never did anything to you!" I yelled.
"Yeah, she cheated on me, that whore!" Mike yelled.
"Since when!? She broke up with you. She hated you to death! All you did was make her life hell!" I screamed more. I bent down next to Mercedes. There was no pulse. She was dead. "NO! You bastard! You killed her!" I yelled and tackled him and started to beat the crap out of him.
Adrenaline rushed through me, giving me stregnth I thought I could never have. Mike was a good foot taller than me, and by any means stronger. But this time I was getting him.
I managed to get his gun, and I shot Mike in the head. My hands were shaking ferociously, my eyes wide open, and not blinking. Mercedes was dead. Mike was dead. The blood was on my hands. I killed a man.
*Not Billie's Dream*
I woke up screaming. Still shaking like in my dream. I looked at my hands. No blood.
"Billie! You ok?" Mercedes asked. She was sitting next to me, looking into my eyes, seeing the fear that replaced the bright green.
"No...actually I'm not..." I managed to stutter. "He's after you...he's gonna kill you....and I'm gonna kill him...." I said.
I've had dreams like this before. Except they were better dreams. Like I had a dream of the day of Joey's first day of Kindergarten. And it turned out to be exactly like that. I've learned to trust my dreams, and make sure I can do all in my power to not make it go wrong.
"What? Who? Mike?" Mercedes asked. I could feel her tense up next to me.
"Yeah...he is....I gotta stop him...." I said, getting up.
"Are you alright there man? You seem pretty shaken...I don't think you should go anywhere." Mike said, with a concerned look in his eyes.
"No, I'm fine, I just gotta keep an eye out.....he's after Mercedes, and me," I said. I had two lives to keep watch over, my own and Mercedes's.
"Alright, but we gotta get ready to go. Mercedes, if you want, you can just hang with Rob backstage...or hang in the crowd, and there are security guards, so no need to worry. And they'll keep a watch on who has backstage passes. No one in Mike's description will be allowed."
"Thanks Mikey. That helps a lot," Mercedes said.
The bus started to move, and headed towards the arena. I got changed, and tuned up my guitar, Mike tuned his up, and Tre was playing with his drumsticks. I decided to take some more aspirin, since I would be doing a lot of headbanging, running around, yelling, singing, the works for one of our concerts.
We stepped outside, crazy fans and teenies were held back by fences and police officers. I signed a few autographs, shook some hands, and finally made my way to the arena. Tre, Mike, Rob, Mercedes, Jason, and I cramped ourselves in the green room. "Could they make this any smaller?" I asked.
"They could, but they would be too cheap to remodel it," Mike commented, pointing at the peeling green paint.
"Say that again. This "opera" house is too shitty for an opera. Let's just destroy the stage. Fire and all," I said, laughing evily.
"Yep!" Tre said.
One of the producers came into the room and told us that we were on in 5 minutes. Mike and I did a last minute quick tune, and I started to warm up a bit.
"See ya out there Rob, in a little bit. Bye Mercedes!" I said, Mike and Tre waving as we left the diguisting Green Room.
"Bye Billie, Mike, Tre, Jason!! Good Luck!" Mercedes said.
"I think I'll go in the audience. See ya later Rob!" Mercedes said.
"Well, I'll just be backstage, making sure everything goes PERFECTish. And then I'll be out there every once and a while to get that piano rolling!"
Mercedes laughed "Okay Rob."
I saw Mercedes in the front row, in one of the seats reserved for special guests. Tre waved like a nutcase at her, and she waved back. I laughed, then we started it up. "Hey OAKLAND!!!!" I yelled into the mic. They screamed, and I took it all in, and started the chord for American Idiot. They cheered louder, and Mike and I turned up the volume with the controls on our guitars.
Mercedes' POV
The show was awesome, but I always had a feeling someone was watching me. I had to look back every once and a while, just to make sure. I've developed habits like that. Always thinking that someone is following me, someone is watching me, someone is after me. How true is that?
It was wierd sitting down during a rock concert, like uncomfortable, not enough room to head bang. Seemed quite stupid actually. Wasn't there like an arena somewhere without seats? Wthout a shitty Green Room? Oakland, pssh.
Evil Mike's POV
I was on her trail. She didn't know I was here. I was up in the balcony, looking down and watching her. Her little friends onstage were rocking out, while I was paying no attention to them at all. I knew about her and that Billie kid. I knew about those two. Mercedes cheating on me with him. That whore. They all were gonna pay. And I had all of my victims right here.
"I'll get it, probably the coffee!" Tre said, jumping up excitedly.
BANG
**
"Billie, you ok? Oh man, I didn't reconize you with your hood on and the coffee in front of your face!" Tre exclaimed.
"You ass! Scared the living hell out of me!" Billie said, picking himself off the ground.
"What did I do?" Tre asked.
"You slammed a damn door in my face, one; ruining the coffee, two; getting me scalded by hot coffee, three; umm I'm soaked in coffee, and four; you have to get more. Haha, that rhymes!" Billie said to Tre. "Oh yeah, and you almost broke my back, so you ALWAYS have to get the coffee from now on," Billie added, laughing evily. I laughed along, knowing that that sound almost gave me a heart attack. I thought it was Mike, yes the evil one, not the nice Mike Dirnt here.
Tre left, mumbling some stuff about cotton candy and sex and stuff, whatever was on his mind. Billie left to change out of his coffee ridden clothes and get some aspirin for his back, and his now swelling headache.
Billie's POV
"Draaaain the pressure from the swelling....dear tylenol......This sensation's overwhelming....give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright....tell me I won't feel a thing....so gimme nooovacaine," I sang while I was in the small shower. I was singing quite loud considering my massive headache that was taking away the pain in my back from falling on the concrete. I closed my eyes, letting the water just flow over me.
A little bit later, I stepped out, putting my clothes on, and went back into the main area.
"Hey Billie, that took you a while!" Tre shouted.
"Not so loud, damn..." I mumbled.
"Hangover Billie?" Mike asked, sipping his coffee.
"No...damn it," I said. I laid down on the sofa. Lay, whatever...moving on.
I fell asleep, forgeting the fact that Tre was in the same room, and he can do wierd things to people when they sleep, especially in the middle of the day.
Billie's Dream....
A gun shout went off. "Mike, no! You mother fucker! She never did anything to you!" I yelled.
"Yeah, she cheated on me, that whore!" Mike yelled.
"Since when!? She broke up with you. She hated you to death! All you did was make her life hell!" I screamed more. I bent down next to Mercedes. There was no pulse. She was dead. "NO! You bastard! You killed her!" I yelled and tackled him and started to beat the crap out of him.
Adrenaline rushed through me, giving me stregnth I thought I could never have. Mike was a good foot taller than me, and by any means stronger. But this time I was getting him.
I managed to get his gun, and I shot Mike in the head. My hands were shaking ferociously, my eyes wide open, and not blinking. Mercedes was dead. Mike was dead. The blood was on my hands. I killed a man.
*Not Billie's Dream*
I woke up screaming. Still shaking like in my dream. I looked at my hands. No blood.
"Billie! You ok?" Mercedes asked. She was sitting next to me, looking into my eyes, seeing the fear that replaced the bright green.
"No...actually I'm not..." I managed to stutter. "He's after you...he's gonna kill you....and I'm gonna kill him...." I said.
I've had dreams like this before. Except they were better dreams. Like I had a dream of the day of Joey's first day of Kindergarten. And it turned out to be exactly like that. I've learned to trust my dreams, and make sure I can do all in my power to not make it go wrong.
"What? Who? Mike?" Mercedes asked. I could feel her tense up next to me.
"Yeah...he is....I gotta stop him...." I said, getting up.
"Are you alright there man? You seem pretty shaken...I don't think you should go anywhere." Mike said, with a concerned look in his eyes.
"No, I'm fine, I just gotta keep an eye out.....he's after Mercedes, and me," I said. I had two lives to keep watch over, my own and Mercedes's.
"Alright, but we gotta get ready to go. Mercedes, if you want, you can just hang with Rob backstage...or hang in the crowd, and there are security guards, so no need to worry. And they'll keep a watch on who has backstage passes. No one in Mike's description will be allowed."
"Thanks Mikey. That helps a lot," Mercedes said.
The bus started to move, and headed towards the arena. I got changed, and tuned up my guitar, Mike tuned his up, and Tre was playing with his drumsticks. I decided to take some more aspirin, since I would be doing a lot of headbanging, running around, yelling, singing, the works for one of our concerts.
We stepped outside, crazy fans and teenies were held back by fences and police officers. I signed a few autographs, shook some hands, and finally made my way to the arena. Tre, Mike, Rob, Mercedes, Jason, and I cramped ourselves in the green room. "Could they make this any smaller?" I asked.
"They could, but they would be too cheap to remodel it," Mike commented, pointing at the peeling green paint.
"Say that again. This "opera" house is too shitty for an opera. Let's just destroy the stage. Fire and all," I said, laughing evily.
"Yep!" Tre said.
One of the producers came into the room and told us that we were on in 5 minutes. Mike and I did a last minute quick tune, and I started to warm up a bit.
"See ya out there Rob, in a little bit. Bye Mercedes!" I said, Mike and Tre waving as we left the diguisting Green Room.
"Bye Billie, Mike, Tre, Jason!! Good Luck!" Mercedes said.
"I think I'll go in the audience. See ya later Rob!" Mercedes said.
"Well, I'll just be backstage, making sure everything goes PERFECTish. And then I'll be out there every once and a while to get that piano rolling!"
Mercedes laughed "Okay Rob."
I saw Mercedes in the front row, in one of the seats reserved for special guests. Tre waved like a nutcase at her, and she waved back. I laughed, then we started it up. "Hey OAKLAND!!!!" I yelled into the mic. They screamed, and I took it all in, and started the chord for American Idiot. They cheered louder, and Mike and I turned up the volume with the controls on our guitars.
Mercedes' POV
The show was awesome, but I always had a feeling someone was watching me. I had to look back every once and a while, just to make sure. I've developed habits like that. Always thinking that someone is following me, someone is watching me, someone is after me. How true is that?
It was wierd sitting down during a rock concert, like uncomfortable, not enough room to head bang. Seemed quite stupid actually. Wasn't there like an arena somewhere without seats? Wthout a shitty Green Room? Oakland, pssh.
Evil Mike's POV
I was on her trail. She didn't know I was here. I was up in the balcony, looking down and watching her. Her little friends onstage were rocking out, while I was paying no attention to them at all. I knew about her and that Billie kid. I knew about those two. Mercedes cheating on me with him. That whore. They all were gonna pay. And I had all of my victims right here.
