I'm Lost For Words, chapter 7
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Billie stood there, in shock. He was truly lost for words. He had no idea what to say to her. He just stood in front of his wife of three years with his mouth open. Had she really just said that to him? He was dumbstruck. He tried to think of something to say, but his song came to life before him. He was speechless and redundant.
"Well aren't you going to say some thing? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like a retard!"
"How dare you talk to me that way!? I do everything for you! You are such a fucking bitch! Why do you treat me the way you do! I'm not a retard Adrienne!" Finally his words came back.
"I treat you that way because that's how you act!"
"I love you, but obviously that's not enough! So figure out what you want in life! All I want is to be a good father to my son That's it, really I swear to you that's all I want now, because this job is getting out of hand, and I'm not talking about the band, I'm talking about you!"
"You know what happened to you! You thought that since your god damn father died and left you alone with your mother, it would be alright to act like such a victim! To act like the fucking world owed you something! Well it doesn't! And just because your father left you, doesn't mean you are so alone in the world!"
"You weren't there Adie! He died in front of me! I was ten fucking years old and I literally watched my hero die! My dad was everything to me, and I saw him die Adrienne! I saw him die!!!!!!! So if you are going to condemn me to hell because of my problems, which I did not ask for, I'm finished with this conversation!" Billie said and ran up the stairs. He went into the room he shared with her and sat on the bed. He ran his hands through his dyed black hair as his eyes filled with tears.
He was tired of fighting with her. He wanted the life he'd planned on. The life he'd hoped for. He thought about what she had said to him about his father's death. The pain had started to die every now and then, but come September, it would always rise back up. He missed his dad. His father had always been the one to go to when he had problems. His dad had always listened to him when he talked.
He started to remember the day after his father died.
*Flash back*
"Mike, I'm leaving. I don't want my mom to find me here," Billie said shaking Mike awake.
"Billie man, just go home. You know you're mom is worried about you."
"Mike, my family is going to be all sad and cry all fucking day."
"Just go home, and let me sleep."
*End of flashback*
He had been right, his family had cried all day. The worst part was when he got home, when he walked through the door. He mother greeted him with a strong slap across the face. She yelled at him asking him where he'd been and for running away from the hospital, and hurting her even more. He had just run up to his room and cried. He missed hid father so much and wanted the man that had been his hero to come home.
Even now he wanted his father to still be alive. He laid back on the bed and fell asleep. Why did everything have to suck so much, why did he have to fight with his wife? He hated fighting with her. He loved her, he wanted another baby with her, but their marriage was failing. It was falling apart underneath him. He hated the feeling of losing some body important to him. He loved her.
"Well aren't you going to say some thing? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like a retard!"
"How dare you talk to me that way!? I do everything for you! You are such a fucking bitch! Why do you treat me the way you do! I'm not a retard Adrienne!" Finally his words came back.
"I treat you that way because that's how you act!"
"I love you, but obviously that's not enough! So figure out what you want in life! All I want is to be a good father to my son That's it, really I swear to you that's all I want now, because this job is getting out of hand, and I'm not talking about the band, I'm talking about you!"
"You know what happened to you! You thought that since your god damn father died and left you alone with your mother, it would be alright to act like such a victim! To act like the fucking world owed you something! Well it doesn't! And just because your father left you, doesn't mean you are so alone in the world!"
"You weren't there Adie! He died in front of me! I was ten fucking years old and I literally watched my hero die! My dad was everything to me, and I saw him die Adrienne! I saw him die!!!!!!! So if you are going to condemn me to hell because of my problems, which I did not ask for, I'm finished with this conversation!" Billie said and ran up the stairs. He went into the room he shared with her and sat on the bed. He ran his hands through his dyed black hair as his eyes filled with tears.
He was tired of fighting with her. He wanted the life he'd planned on. The life he'd hoped for. He thought about what she had said to him about his father's death. The pain had started to die every now and then, but come September, it would always rise back up. He missed his dad. His father had always been the one to go to when he had problems. His dad had always listened to him when he talked.
He started to remember the day after his father died.
*Flash back*
"Mike, I'm leaving. I don't want my mom to find me here," Billie said shaking Mike awake.
"Billie man, just go home. You know you're mom is worried about you."
"Mike, my family is going to be all sad and cry all fucking day."
"Just go home, and let me sleep."
*End of flashback*
He had been right, his family had cried all day. The worst part was when he got home, when he walked through the door. He mother greeted him with a strong slap across the face. She yelled at him asking him where he'd been and for running away from the hospital, and hurting her even more. He had just run up to his room and cried. He missed hid father so much and wanted the man that had been his hero to come home.
Even now he wanted his father to still be alive. He laid back on the bed and fell asleep. Why did everything have to suck so much, why did he have to fight with his wife? He hated fighting with her. He loved her, he wanted another baby with her, but their marriage was failing. It was falling apart underneath him. He hated the feeling of losing some body important to him. He loved her.
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