The Last Day, chapter 2
The next day...
Billie Joe sat at a local bar and put his head in his hands. "Jesus," Billie Joe said aloud. "I really do love Adie, but like she said, I really do have a hell of a way showing her." Billie Joe sighed and signaled to the bartender.
"Give me a beer," he said as he slapped down some crumpled dollar bills on the counter.
The bar tender nodded and went to the back to fix the rock star a drink. Speaking of rock star, Billie Joe wondered how Tre and Mike were doing. Probably being better husbands and fathers than me, he thought bitterly.
Having Joseph was such a surprise; Billie just wasn't ready to be a father. He knew Adrienne tried to depend on him. He would say one thing but do another. He was a walking contradiction.
The bartender came back and put the tall glass of beer in front of Billie Joe. The bar tender went to the other side of the bar to tend to someone else. "Shit," Billie Joe said as he downed the beer in record time. He didn't care if he came home drunk; all he cared about was erasing the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Later that same day...
Adrienne sat down on the living room couch and wrung her hands together. When she had woken up that morning, Billie wasn't home where he should have been. He was usually passed out on the couch. Where was he?
Suddenly, Adrienne's mind flashed back to last night. Now she remembered everything. Billie coming home, them arguing, him slapping her, him leaving, and her crying. She guessed he never came back that night.
Adrienne wouldn't be surprised if Billie Joe came home at 11:00 tonight. Spending all day drinking, that was what he was best at. Adrienne lifted her pale hand and felt her check. A big ugly purple bruise had blossomed where Billie Joe's powerful hand had met her skin. She didn't know if Billie would remember how the bruise got there. Sometimes he remembered the things he did the night before, and sometimes he didn't. The part that Adrienne hated most of all was when he pretended to be sorry.
Even though Adrienne knew he probably was sorry, he would just turn around and do it again the next day. How was she supposed to fix a broken family? She couldn't do it by herself. Who would help her?
The sharp ring of the telephone brought Adrienne out of her thoughts. She quickly got up and walked towards the phone. She didn't want the ringing to wake up Joey. He was still sleeping.
Adrienne picked up the phone. "Hello," she said breathlessly? She had picked up the phone, but several minutes later, she would wish she hadn't.
Billie Joe sat at a local bar and put his head in his hands. "Jesus," Billie Joe said aloud. "I really do love Adie, but like she said, I really do have a hell of a way showing her." Billie Joe sighed and signaled to the bartender.
"Give me a beer," he said as he slapped down some crumpled dollar bills on the counter.
The bar tender nodded and went to the back to fix the rock star a drink. Speaking of rock star, Billie Joe wondered how Tre and Mike were doing. Probably being better husbands and fathers than me, he thought bitterly.
Having Joseph was such a surprise; Billie just wasn't ready to be a father. He knew Adrienne tried to depend on him. He would say one thing but do another. He was a walking contradiction.
The bartender came back and put the tall glass of beer in front of Billie Joe. The bar tender went to the other side of the bar to tend to someone else. "Shit," Billie Joe said as he downed the beer in record time. He didn't care if he came home drunk; all he cared about was erasing the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Later that same day...
Adrienne sat down on the living room couch and wrung her hands together. When she had woken up that morning, Billie wasn't home where he should have been. He was usually passed out on the couch. Where was he?
Suddenly, Adrienne's mind flashed back to last night. Now she remembered everything. Billie coming home, them arguing, him slapping her, him leaving, and her crying. She guessed he never came back that night.
Adrienne wouldn't be surprised if Billie Joe came home at 11:00 tonight. Spending all day drinking, that was what he was best at. Adrienne lifted her pale hand and felt her check. A big ugly purple bruise had blossomed where Billie Joe's powerful hand had met her skin. She didn't know if Billie would remember how the bruise got there. Sometimes he remembered the things he did the night before, and sometimes he didn't. The part that Adrienne hated most of all was when he pretended to be sorry.
Even though Adrienne knew he probably was sorry, he would just turn around and do it again the next day. How was she supposed to fix a broken family? She couldn't do it by herself. Who would help her?
The sharp ring of the telephone brought Adrienne out of her thoughts. She quickly got up and walked towards the phone. She didn't want the ringing to wake up Joey. He was still sleeping.
Adrienne picked up the phone. "Hello," she said breathlessly? She had picked up the phone, but several minutes later, she would wish she hadn't.
