Never Say Forever 'Cause Nothing Lasts, chapter 4
Whatsername looked around at the three boys in the lounge room and smiled. Slowly, she picked up a pillow and held it up over her head. In a split second, she had brought the pillow crashing down onto Mike's head.
"What the?" he shouted as he was hit over the head.
"Pillow fight!" Whatsername screamed, grabbing more pillows and throwing them at Tré and Billie Joe.
Billie Joe leapt up and hit Whatsername around the head with the pillow she had just thrown at him. Tré and Mike fought as Whatsername ran up the stairs with Billie close behind her.
He entered the door he suspected Whatsername had gone through and stumbled backwards as a pillow was smashed into his face.
"Hey! No fair!" he shouted as Whatsername laughed from inside the room.
"Suck! Nya nya!" she said, grinning evilly as Billie Joe rubbed his nose and gripped the pillow again.
Billie jumped up and ran at her, attacking her mercilessly with his pillow. She screamed and laughed as he hit her continuously with the pillow. However, when he brought it colliding into the left side of her stomach, a lot harder than planned, she gasped and fell to the floor, clutching her side in pain and almost in tears.
Billie fell to his knees next to her and began to panic. "Whatsername! Are you okay? What's wrong?"
She gasped and continued to grip her side; her eyes clenched tightly shut and her lip bleeding from biting it to withhold a scream.
Billie frowned and pulled up the side of her shirt slightly, but not in a perverted way or anything, just a little to see the part she had been clutching at so tightly and he gasped at what he saw.
There was a large red mark on Whatsername's side. It was bruised, and some areas were open and bleeding. There was a bit of foundation that seemed to have wiped away from the area that she must have been using to conceal it.
"Whatsername? Why didn't you tell me?" Billie Joe whispered as Whatsername grabbed her shirt and pulled it back down. Billie stopped and stared. "This is why you don't wanna go home, huh? Your mom did this, didn't she?"
Whatsername began to sob into Billie's arms. "And Brad...my stepdad. They get drunk and blame their own crappy lives on me. I've had worse, though."
Billie pushed her away from him gently and looked at her questioningly. "What do you mean?" Whatsername shook her head and wiped her eyes. "Tell me Whatsername. You have to tell someone, may as well be me. What?"
Whatsername kept crying, "He...my stepdad, Brad. Mom wasn't home one night, and...and he came into my room, and...and he got angry, and...he started screaming at me...calling me a worthless piece of shit, and...he..." Whatsername faded off again.
"What?" Billie asked, rubbing her arms softly. "What did he do?"
Whatsername sniffed. "H-he raped..." She looked up into Billie Joe's bright green eyes. "He raped me." she whispered, and then cried into his arms.
Billie remained still in shock. This girl, the girl he liked, the girl of his dreams...had been raped. Raped by her stepfather. Billie held Whatsername tightly in his arms as she continued to sob.
"You're gonna have to tell your mom," Billie whispered, holding her closely into his chest and feeling a few tears soak through his shirt onto his skin.
Whatsername looked up and shook her head, staring at Billie Joe in shock, "No, I can't. Mom would kill me for 'accusing Brad of such an unlikely tale'. She'd chuck me out for 'lying', cuz to her, Brad is just the most perfect person in the whole fucking universe. I come second to Brad, because that asshole is just SO much more important than her own daughter!"
Billie stood up, "I'm gonna have to tell Mike and Tré then."
Whatsername grabbed at Billie arm and gripped his hand tightly, "Billie Joe. Please, just keep this between us. It's only one little secret, that's all I ask. I've never asked anything of you before, and I probably never will again. Just please, keep this quiet."
Billie looked into Whatsername's dulling green eyes and sighed deeply as he felt his heart win over his mind, "Okay. Just this though."
He knelt back down, and Whatsername smiled weakly at him. He wiped the smeared eyeliner and tears away from underneath her eyes with his thumb. He smiled at her and was about to lean forward to kiss her when a loud crash was heard from downstairs. Whatsername and Billie Joe exchanged looks, and Whatsername jumped up and jogged out the door. Billie deeply sighed and followed at a walk, his feet dragging along the ground. He had to tell her...
"What the fuck is goin' on?" Whatsername asked as she came down the stairs and saw everything around the room overturned. "What did I tell you about having a party without me?"
Tré stood up from behind the couch and smiled guiltily. "We...er...got a bit carried away."
Mike stuck his head around the door and nodded. "He started it!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly at Tré.
"Did not!" Tré retorted; he turned to Whatsername and pointed accusingly at her, his arm shaking. "It was her! The evil one!!"
Whatsername grinned cheekily. "Yeah. Great, huh?"
***
"Today we are here to begin realizing your actuality!" Mr. McNeill, the self-esteem counselor, said enthusiastically. "And when we do, each one of you will be able to stand proudly and proclaim: I am! Now, before-"
Whatsername butted in, "Hey! I got a question."
Mr. McNeill looked at her. "Sorry, question and answer time is later."
Whatsername didn't listen. "I want to know what realizing your actuality means."
Whatsername smirked as Mr. McNeill licked his lips nervously and stuttered, "It means...look, just let me get through this part ok? Then there will be a video! Now, before we can truly unlock..."
The girl sitting next to Whatsername whispered in her ear, "He doesn't know what it means. He's got the entire speech memorized. Just relax and enjoy the nice man's soothing voice."
Whatsername glanced over at her. "How am I supposed to follow him if I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about?"
The girl smiled. "I can fill you in later, I've taken the course 6 times."
Whatsername shrugged and sat back in her seat to relax...
"What the?" he shouted as he was hit over the head.
"Pillow fight!" Whatsername screamed, grabbing more pillows and throwing them at Tré and Billie Joe.
Billie Joe leapt up and hit Whatsername around the head with the pillow she had just thrown at him. Tré and Mike fought as Whatsername ran up the stairs with Billie close behind her.
He entered the door he suspected Whatsername had gone through and stumbled backwards as a pillow was smashed into his face.
"Hey! No fair!" he shouted as Whatsername laughed from inside the room.
"Suck! Nya nya!" she said, grinning evilly as Billie Joe rubbed his nose and gripped the pillow again.
Billie jumped up and ran at her, attacking her mercilessly with his pillow. She screamed and laughed as he hit her continuously with the pillow. However, when he brought it colliding into the left side of her stomach, a lot harder than planned, she gasped and fell to the floor, clutching her side in pain and almost in tears.
Billie fell to his knees next to her and began to panic. "Whatsername! Are you okay? What's wrong?"
She gasped and continued to grip her side; her eyes clenched tightly shut and her lip bleeding from biting it to withhold a scream.
Billie frowned and pulled up the side of her shirt slightly, but not in a perverted way or anything, just a little to see the part she had been clutching at so tightly and he gasped at what he saw.
There was a large red mark on Whatsername's side. It was bruised, and some areas were open and bleeding. There was a bit of foundation that seemed to have wiped away from the area that she must have been using to conceal it.
"Whatsername? Why didn't you tell me?" Billie Joe whispered as Whatsername grabbed her shirt and pulled it back down. Billie stopped and stared. "This is why you don't wanna go home, huh? Your mom did this, didn't she?"
Whatsername began to sob into Billie's arms. "And Brad...my stepdad. They get drunk and blame their own crappy lives on me. I've had worse, though."
Billie pushed her away from him gently and looked at her questioningly. "What do you mean?" Whatsername shook her head and wiped her eyes. "Tell me Whatsername. You have to tell someone, may as well be me. What?"
Whatsername kept crying, "He...my stepdad, Brad. Mom wasn't home one night, and...and he came into my room, and...and he got angry, and...he started screaming at me...calling me a worthless piece of shit, and...he..." Whatsername faded off again.
"What?" Billie asked, rubbing her arms softly. "What did he do?"
Whatsername sniffed. "H-he raped..." She looked up into Billie Joe's bright green eyes. "He raped me." she whispered, and then cried into his arms.
Billie remained still in shock. This girl, the girl he liked, the girl of his dreams...had been raped. Raped by her stepfather. Billie held Whatsername tightly in his arms as she continued to sob.
"You're gonna have to tell your mom," Billie whispered, holding her closely into his chest and feeling a few tears soak through his shirt onto his skin.
Whatsername looked up and shook her head, staring at Billie Joe in shock, "No, I can't. Mom would kill me for 'accusing Brad of such an unlikely tale'. She'd chuck me out for 'lying', cuz to her, Brad is just the most perfect person in the whole fucking universe. I come second to Brad, because that asshole is just SO much more important than her own daughter!"
Billie stood up, "I'm gonna have to tell Mike and Tré then."
Whatsername grabbed at Billie arm and gripped his hand tightly, "Billie Joe. Please, just keep this between us. It's only one little secret, that's all I ask. I've never asked anything of you before, and I probably never will again. Just please, keep this quiet."
Billie looked into Whatsername's dulling green eyes and sighed deeply as he felt his heart win over his mind, "Okay. Just this though."
He knelt back down, and Whatsername smiled weakly at him. He wiped the smeared eyeliner and tears away from underneath her eyes with his thumb. He smiled at her and was about to lean forward to kiss her when a loud crash was heard from downstairs. Whatsername and Billie Joe exchanged looks, and Whatsername jumped up and jogged out the door. Billie deeply sighed and followed at a walk, his feet dragging along the ground. He had to tell her...
"What the fuck is goin' on?" Whatsername asked as she came down the stairs and saw everything around the room overturned. "What did I tell you about having a party without me?"
Tré stood up from behind the couch and smiled guiltily. "We...er...got a bit carried away."
Mike stuck his head around the door and nodded. "He started it!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly at Tré.
"Did not!" Tré retorted; he turned to Whatsername and pointed accusingly at her, his arm shaking. "It was her! The evil one!!"
Whatsername grinned cheekily. "Yeah. Great, huh?"
***
"Today we are here to begin realizing your actuality!" Mr. McNeill, the self-esteem counselor, said enthusiastically. "And when we do, each one of you will be able to stand proudly and proclaim: I am! Now, before-"
Whatsername butted in, "Hey! I got a question."
Mr. McNeill looked at her. "Sorry, question and answer time is later."
Whatsername didn't listen. "I want to know what realizing your actuality means."
Whatsername smirked as Mr. McNeill licked his lips nervously and stuttered, "It means...look, just let me get through this part ok? Then there will be a video! Now, before we can truly unlock..."
The girl sitting next to Whatsername whispered in her ear, "He doesn't know what it means. He's got the entire speech memorized. Just relax and enjoy the nice man's soothing voice."
Whatsername glanced over at her. "How am I supposed to follow him if I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about?"
The girl smiled. "I can fill you in later, I've taken the course 6 times."
Whatsername shrugged and sat back in her seat to relax...
