Takin' Back What's Mine (A Billie Joe Story...), chapter 6
"Is that how you really feel? Or is it just your hormones kicking up?"
My mouth fell open. "I can't believe you would say that to me! Get the Hell out of my house!"
"I have to get my stuff..."
"Then get it. And then leave. And don't come back." I stood by the door as he shuffled back to the guest bedroom and came back a few moments later with all his bags.
"Just remember that I'll always love you, and...if you ever need me, you know where to find me," he mumbled, and then put his head down and left. I slammed the door behind him and put my hands up to my eyes and rubbed furiously. I hit the heel of my hand against the door, hard, and then sat down right where I was and cried. I don't know how long I sat there, but when I finally stood up, it was getting dark outside. I went to bed and lay there for the whole night, looking at the night sky out my window. I never did fall asleep that night.
***Billie Joe's POV***
I went over to Mike's house and watched TV there for a very long time. Tré came over for a while, and I would check my phone every five minutes or so to see if she'd called. She didn't, and I ended up sleeping at Mike's instead of going home, having no idea what was going on. I didn't actually sleep, just lay in my bed and waited for my phone to ring.
It was about three in the morning when I sat up to the sound of All My Loving ringing through the room. I scrabbled for my phone in the dark, and once I found it, flipped it open and pressed it to my ear. "Seb?"
"Hi," she mumbled, her voice very quiet and stuffy, as though she'd been crying.
"What's up, hun?"
"Can you come home now?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"Of course, babe, I'll be there in a bit," I murmured, getting out of bed and going to the door. I left a note on the coffeemaker for Mike, as I knew that was the first thing he'd see in the morning, and then drove to Sebi's house. I unlocked the door and opened it quietly, and left my shoes by the door, locking it again. I crept towards the bedroom, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened and Sebi stepped out, rubbing her eyes, which were red and bloodshot.
When she saw me, she sniffed. In the moonlight there, with her messy hair and baggy pyjamas, I saw a child, alone in the dark with no one to go to. I can remember telling myself right then that I wanted to have kids with her. I wanted to see a mini Sebi at our door when she had a bad dream. She sniffed again and shuffled towards me, and let me hold her in my arms as she sobbed into my shirt.
We stood there for a little while before I guided us back into the bedroom and we lay down on the bed. She pulled the covers up around us and shoved her face into the crook of my elbow as she set her back against my side. "What happened, love?" I asked finally.
She sniffed again. "He's gone. He said...I told him I didn't have a dad." I rolled onto my side so I was spooning her and kissed her head. "Baby?"
"Mmm."
"You love me, right?"
"Of course."
"Good," she yawned, and then settled back into me to sleep. I smiled gently and closed my eyes too.
March 1, 2007
I woke up way too early to sunlight in my eyes. I glanced at Sebi, who still had her eyes closed, and quietly got up and closed the blinds. Then I lay back down facing her and stared at her beautiful face for a while.
"It's rude to stare," she murmured without opening her eyes.
"I know. But I can't help it."
"And why's that?" she asked, shuffling closer to me so our noses were almost touching.
"Cuz you're so pretty," I mumbled cheesily. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and I grinned back.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"You're pretty too," she said as my arms found their way around her waist.
"Not as pretty as you," I replied as I pulled her body close to mine and brought my lips within very close proximity with hers. She grinned impishly, and before I knew what was happening, her tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip. Then it was back in her mouth and the only reason I knew she'd even touched me was a slight tingling left on my lips from the contact. "So you want it like that, huh?" I muttered, rolling over on top of her and nipping at her ear. She giggled.
I woke up a few hours later when my phone rang. I grabbed it off the bedside table and answered it before the incessant ringing woke Seb. "Hello?"
"So...you're back at Seb's?"
"Obviously."
"Fine. So what's up?" Tré asked.
I tensed slightly when Sebi shifted and wrapped her arms around my waist and started kissing my side gently. "Uh...nothing."
"Bullshit. Watcha doin?"
"Nothing."
"Ooh, Billie's getting laid!" Sebi chose that exact moment to bite my skin lightly, and I gasped. Tré giggled. "So...how is it?"
"Fuck, Tré, I hate you," I grumbled.
"No Billie I will not fuck you."
"Tré!"
"Billie!" he gasped orgasmically.
"Fuck off, Tré," I muttered, and then snapped my phone closed and threw it at the table. It landed and skidded off the other end, into the trash can. I groaned and got up, went over to the bin, and started digging through the masses of tissue to find my phone.
My mouth fell open. "I can't believe you would say that to me! Get the Hell out of my house!"
"I have to get my stuff..."
"Then get it. And then leave. And don't come back." I stood by the door as he shuffled back to the guest bedroom and came back a few moments later with all his bags.
"Just remember that I'll always love you, and...if you ever need me, you know where to find me," he mumbled, and then put his head down and left. I slammed the door behind him and put my hands up to my eyes and rubbed furiously. I hit the heel of my hand against the door, hard, and then sat down right where I was and cried. I don't know how long I sat there, but when I finally stood up, it was getting dark outside. I went to bed and lay there for the whole night, looking at the night sky out my window. I never did fall asleep that night.
***Billie Joe's POV***
I went over to Mike's house and watched TV there for a very long time. Tré came over for a while, and I would check my phone every five minutes or so to see if she'd called. She didn't, and I ended up sleeping at Mike's instead of going home, having no idea what was going on. I didn't actually sleep, just lay in my bed and waited for my phone to ring.
It was about three in the morning when I sat up to the sound of All My Loving ringing through the room. I scrabbled for my phone in the dark, and once I found it, flipped it open and pressed it to my ear. "Seb?"
"Hi," she mumbled, her voice very quiet and stuffy, as though she'd been crying.
"What's up, hun?"
"Can you come home now?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"Of course, babe, I'll be there in a bit," I murmured, getting out of bed and going to the door. I left a note on the coffeemaker for Mike, as I knew that was the first thing he'd see in the morning, and then drove to Sebi's house. I unlocked the door and opened it quietly, and left my shoes by the door, locking it again. I crept towards the bedroom, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened and Sebi stepped out, rubbing her eyes, which were red and bloodshot.
When she saw me, she sniffed. In the moonlight there, with her messy hair and baggy pyjamas, I saw a child, alone in the dark with no one to go to. I can remember telling myself right then that I wanted to have kids with her. I wanted to see a mini Sebi at our door when she had a bad dream. She sniffed again and shuffled towards me, and let me hold her in my arms as she sobbed into my shirt.
We stood there for a little while before I guided us back into the bedroom and we lay down on the bed. She pulled the covers up around us and shoved her face into the crook of my elbow as she set her back against my side. "What happened, love?" I asked finally.
She sniffed again. "He's gone. He said...I told him I didn't have a dad." I rolled onto my side so I was spooning her and kissed her head. "Baby?"
"Mmm."
"You love me, right?"
"Of course."
"Good," she yawned, and then settled back into me to sleep. I smiled gently and closed my eyes too.
March 1, 2007
I woke up way too early to sunlight in my eyes. I glanced at Sebi, who still had her eyes closed, and quietly got up and closed the blinds. Then I lay back down facing her and stared at her beautiful face for a while.
"It's rude to stare," she murmured without opening her eyes.
"I know. But I can't help it."
"And why's that?" she asked, shuffling closer to me so our noses were almost touching.
"Cuz you're so pretty," I mumbled cheesily. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and I grinned back.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"You're pretty too," she said as my arms found their way around her waist.
"Not as pretty as you," I replied as I pulled her body close to mine and brought my lips within very close proximity with hers. She grinned impishly, and before I knew what was happening, her tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip. Then it was back in her mouth and the only reason I knew she'd even touched me was a slight tingling left on my lips from the contact. "So you want it like that, huh?" I muttered, rolling over on top of her and nipping at her ear. She giggled.
I woke up a few hours later when my phone rang. I grabbed it off the bedside table and answered it before the incessant ringing woke Seb. "Hello?"
"So...you're back at Seb's?"
"Obviously."
"Fine. So what's up?" Tré asked.
I tensed slightly when Sebi shifted and wrapped her arms around my waist and started kissing my side gently. "Uh...nothing."
"Bullshit. Watcha doin?"
"Nothing."
"Ooh, Billie's getting laid!" Sebi chose that exact moment to bite my skin lightly, and I gasped. Tré giggled. "So...how is it?"
"Fuck, Tré, I hate you," I grumbled.
"No Billie I will not fuck you."
"Tré!"
"Billie!" he gasped orgasmically.
"Fuck off, Tré," I muttered, and then snapped my phone closed and threw it at the table. It landed and skidded off the other end, into the trash can. I groaned and got up, went over to the bin, and started digging through the masses of tissue to find my phone.
