No One Wants To Hear A Drunken Fool, chapter 1
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The stars. Twinkling up high in the dark sky. A beautiful vision that this night was unnoticed by the people at Gilman street. Billie Joe emptied another bottle of beer.
"Maybe you should get home Bill," Mike had said about two hours ago.
Now he was just as drunk himself. He was laughing his ass of after hearing a joke for the third time.
"Please, one more time!" He giggled, having a hard time breathing. "And Billie, listen up."
Billie turned his head without really listening. He felt nauseous and was laying on the lawn, not to get all dizzy. Though, he couldn't stand up anyway, since his legs went numb a long time ago.
He hadn't been drunk for months. Not since he got home from the long tour. Not since he made the biggest mistake of his life.
"I'm out of here!" Billie exclaimed and made an all-out effort to get up on his feet.
No reaction from the people around the bonfire. He could see Tré sitting under a tree, smoking some shit and laughing at Mike who was throwing up in the bushes.
Tré looked up when Billie approached in front of them.
"Hey man." He grinned. "Want some?"
Billie shook his head and pushed Tré's outstretched hand away. He leered at Mike who leaned against the tree, wiping his mouth with the back of the hand.
"How're you doing Mikey?" Billie Joe sneered at his friend.
"Shut up," Mike snapped and sat down beside Tré. "God, what a headache!"
The three guys became quiet for a while and watched singing, dancing and drinking people. It was years ago since the last time they've been here. The whole atmosphere made them think back to the "good old days".
"What time is it?" Tré blurted out.
"Way past bedtime," Mike answered, fixing his eyes into the fire.
Another twenty minutes passed by and the rockstars were still sitting around doing nothing. But as the area was getting empty, they decided to make their way home.
Home to what? Billie thought dejected.
Billie's POV
The sun was rising and I saw my friends staggering away and disappear down the road. I was getting sober, but definitely not less tired. The sunlight was hurting my eyes as I walked towards my house. I unlocked the door and entered the hall.
"Hello?" I called.
Silence. What else? Not only was it 4 o'clock in the morning, when everyone is asleep, but the house was actually empty.
I sighed and closed the door behind me. She really did it, I established after searching in every room, just in case. Adrienne left me. Actually, it was four days ago she ran out through the door, with our confused sons and drove off. But I still kept wishing that they'd be there when I came home. And each time I realized that it wasn't going to happen, I was heartbroken.
Flashback, three months ago
"Maybe her?" Tré said and pointed at another girl.
"Whatever. You're the horny single," Billie answered.
He slapped Tré over his head.
"Hey! I have my needs, and you should respect them."
Mike came down to their table with more drinks. He sat down in front of the guys.
"Here we go," He said and divided the glasses between the three of them.
Tré kept looking after chicks while getting more and more vulgar.
"Lay off man!" Billie exclaimed.
A young woman was sitting in the drummer's lap. She seemed high on something and giggled hysterically about what Tré had whispered in her ear. Billie noticed that she looked a lot like Adrienne. The resemblance made him stunned.
"What's your name?" He popped out, staring into her brown eyes.
She turned to Billie Joe, surprised that he talked to her. Then she jumped off Tré and sat down beside Billie.
"Hi there," She said with a big smile. "I'm Jess."
"I assume that's short for Jessica?" Billie asked and smiled back.
Jess nodded and moved even closer to him. Her breath stunk of alcohol and her eyes were flashing all over the place. The two started talking superficial. Mike and Tré withdrew and stayed at the bar. Billie didn't know what to do when Jessica laid her hand on his. He knew he should push her away, but as he got more and more drunk he lost his senses...
Billie's POV
How did Adrienne find out? I wouldn't know. The morning I woke up beside Jess, I was just as confused as her. At first I refused to remember, even though it was obvious what had happen since we were lying in a bed together. Where I was I had no idea.
"You must have followed me home." Jessica giggled and gave me flirting look, just like the night before.
But this time I wouldn't smile back.
"Fuck!" I groaned and got up.
This can't be happening, I thought. This is a big mistake. Shit!
All I could think about was my family. How could I do this to them? The only people I truly loved with all my heart. I put on my black jeans and stumbled out with the rest of my clothes in my arms.
"Have a good day!" Jess laughed when I closed the door behind me.
I stepped out on the porch and got dressed. Luckily, I saw my car parked a few yards away. I searched my pockets and found the car keys. Sitting in the car, I forced myself to remember the night before. Everything was in a blur. Tré and Mike had left pretty early though...and then Jessica came on to me.
When I came home Adrienne was on her way out. I just couldn't cope looking her in the eyes. Oh my god. What have I done? What have I done to my beautiful wife? I don't deserve her and she does not deserve an ass like me, I kept thinking with a lump down in my throat.
"Hey honey. I'm glad you're finally home," She said in a sweet voice and held me tight.
She didn't seem to think it was odd that I'd been gone all night, so I figured that maybe Mike or Tré had covered for me.
"Me too," I answered.
"Are you alright Billie?" Adrienne asked and let me go.
"Yeah. So...where are you going?" I quickly changed the subject.
"I'm off to work," She said, pecking me on the cheek. "Oh, Joey's sick today. So make sure to look after him every now and then."
"Okay... "
I watched Adrienne drive off and then just stood there for a long while. I felt all empty inside, and found myself thinking that it could be the last time she'd ever leave with saying goodbye. At last, I went inside, determined never to hurt my family ever again.
With heavy steps I walked towards Joseph's room. Standing in the doorframe, I watched him sleep peacefully. After a while I went to get some coffee. When I came back he was awake, sitting on the bed in his pyjamas.
"Hi dad," He said, smiling feebly.
"Hey buddy."
I sat down beside him and we were quiet for a while. Then Joey broke the silence.
"Dad...you look sad."
Great. Even my son noticed there was something wrong. I looked down at him.
"Nah," I answered. "I've just missed you guys, that's all."
End of flashback
"Maybe you should get home Bill," Mike had said about two hours ago.
Now he was just as drunk himself. He was laughing his ass of after hearing a joke for the third time.
"Please, one more time!" He giggled, having a hard time breathing. "And Billie, listen up."
Billie turned his head without really listening. He felt nauseous and was laying on the lawn, not to get all dizzy. Though, he couldn't stand up anyway, since his legs went numb a long time ago.
He hadn't been drunk for months. Not since he got home from the long tour. Not since he made the biggest mistake of his life.
"I'm out of here!" Billie exclaimed and made an all-out effort to get up on his feet.
No reaction from the people around the bonfire. He could see Tré sitting under a tree, smoking some shit and laughing at Mike who was throwing up in the bushes.
Tré looked up when Billie approached in front of them.
"Hey man." He grinned. "Want some?"
Billie shook his head and pushed Tré's outstretched hand away. He leered at Mike who leaned against the tree, wiping his mouth with the back of the hand.
"How're you doing Mikey?" Billie Joe sneered at his friend.
"Shut up," Mike snapped and sat down beside Tré. "God, what a headache!"
The three guys became quiet for a while and watched singing, dancing and drinking people. It was years ago since the last time they've been here. The whole atmosphere made them think back to the "good old days".
"What time is it?" Tré blurted out.
"Way past bedtime," Mike answered, fixing his eyes into the fire.
Another twenty minutes passed by and the rockstars were still sitting around doing nothing. But as the area was getting empty, they decided to make their way home.
Home to what? Billie thought dejected.
Billie's POV
The sun was rising and I saw my friends staggering away and disappear down the road. I was getting sober, but definitely not less tired. The sunlight was hurting my eyes as I walked towards my house. I unlocked the door and entered the hall.
"Hello?" I called.
Silence. What else? Not only was it 4 o'clock in the morning, when everyone is asleep, but the house was actually empty.
I sighed and closed the door behind me. She really did it, I established after searching in every room, just in case. Adrienne left me. Actually, it was four days ago she ran out through the door, with our confused sons and drove off. But I still kept wishing that they'd be there when I came home. And each time I realized that it wasn't going to happen, I was heartbroken.
Flashback, three months ago
"Maybe her?" Tré said and pointed at another girl.
"Whatever. You're the horny single," Billie answered.
He slapped Tré over his head.
"Hey! I have my needs, and you should respect them."
Mike came down to their table with more drinks. He sat down in front of the guys.
"Here we go," He said and divided the glasses between the three of them.
Tré kept looking after chicks while getting more and more vulgar.
"Lay off man!" Billie exclaimed.
A young woman was sitting in the drummer's lap. She seemed high on something and giggled hysterically about what Tré had whispered in her ear. Billie noticed that she looked a lot like Adrienne. The resemblance made him stunned.
"What's your name?" He popped out, staring into her brown eyes.
She turned to Billie Joe, surprised that he talked to her. Then she jumped off Tré and sat down beside Billie.
"Hi there," She said with a big smile. "I'm Jess."
"I assume that's short for Jessica?" Billie asked and smiled back.
Jess nodded and moved even closer to him. Her breath stunk of alcohol and her eyes were flashing all over the place. The two started talking superficial. Mike and Tré withdrew and stayed at the bar. Billie didn't know what to do when Jessica laid her hand on his. He knew he should push her away, but as he got more and more drunk he lost his senses...
Billie's POV
How did Adrienne find out? I wouldn't know. The morning I woke up beside Jess, I was just as confused as her. At first I refused to remember, even though it was obvious what had happen since we were lying in a bed together. Where I was I had no idea.
"You must have followed me home." Jessica giggled and gave me flirting look, just like the night before.
But this time I wouldn't smile back.
"Fuck!" I groaned and got up.
This can't be happening, I thought. This is a big mistake. Shit!
All I could think about was my family. How could I do this to them? The only people I truly loved with all my heart. I put on my black jeans and stumbled out with the rest of my clothes in my arms.
"Have a good day!" Jess laughed when I closed the door behind me.
I stepped out on the porch and got dressed. Luckily, I saw my car parked a few yards away. I searched my pockets and found the car keys. Sitting in the car, I forced myself to remember the night before. Everything was in a blur. Tré and Mike had left pretty early though...and then Jessica came on to me.
When I came home Adrienne was on her way out. I just couldn't cope looking her in the eyes. Oh my god. What have I done? What have I done to my beautiful wife? I don't deserve her and she does not deserve an ass like me, I kept thinking with a lump down in my throat.
"Hey honey. I'm glad you're finally home," She said in a sweet voice and held me tight.
She didn't seem to think it was odd that I'd been gone all night, so I figured that maybe Mike or Tré had covered for me.
"Me too," I answered.
"Are you alright Billie?" Adrienne asked and let me go.
"Yeah. So...where are you going?" I quickly changed the subject.
"I'm off to work," She said, pecking me on the cheek. "Oh, Joey's sick today. So make sure to look after him every now and then."
"Okay... "
I watched Adrienne drive off and then just stood there for a long while. I felt all empty inside, and found myself thinking that it could be the last time she'd ever leave with saying goodbye. At last, I went inside, determined never to hurt my family ever again.
With heavy steps I walked towards Joseph's room. Standing in the doorframe, I watched him sleep peacefully. After a while I went to get some coffee. When I came back he was awake, sitting on the bed in his pyjamas.
"Hi dad," He said, smiling feebly.
"Hey buddy."
I sat down beside him and we were quiet for a while. Then Joey broke the silence.
"Dad...you look sad."
Great. Even my son noticed there was something wrong. I looked down at him.
"Nah," I answered. "I've just missed you guys, that's all."
End of flashback
