Homecoming, chapter 1
Weeks passed by agonizingly slow, and Toni began to wonder if Billie Joe had intentionally lost the number she had left him with. The morning after had been awkward, with quick kisses exchanged frequently. Toni didn't want to let him go, and he didn't want to let her go. He held her close to him on the drive back to her house, whispering things in her ear that made her tremble. God, she wanted to take him back in the bathroom and have one last memory with him, but going home smelling like sex was not something she needed to do. So she forced the cuddling to satisfy her and planted soft kisses on any exposed skin she could find.
But that was then, and this was now. And he hadn't called her. She was getting worse every day, hating the fact that she was just another lay on the road. She just couldn't get over that. But then it happened, at six twenty-three in the morning. She had been in the middle of a delicious dream involving her and Ville Valo and she had heard the phone ringing. It instensified to an almost unbearable sound and right before her answering machine clicked on she snatched it up.
"Mmph.. Yello?"
"Is this Miss Toni?"
"Well yes. Who the hell is this? And what time is it?"
"Well, where I am it's a bit past noon, but I believe it's around six am there. And it's me. Billie."
"Oh god. You're in fucking England. Took you long enough to call, didn't it? Or were you too busy fucking other little girls?"
"That's not right and you know it."
"You have a problem, you pedophile. I feel sorry for your sons. I'm going back to bed."
"Toni.. please! I wanna ask you something."
She paused, her finger hovering over the talk button. She lowered it and sighed, wondering how he had such control over her.
"What?"
"Come visit me. I'll arrange a tutor for you so you won't miss any school. I need to see you.. Please.."
"My school's homecoming is in three days. I have obligations."
"Toni.. Please.."
"My dad will so not let me."
"Already taken care of. He agreed. Said he didn't give a fuck anymore. Then he burped really loud. Dunno."
"Right. Well, when do I leave?"
"Ooh, yes! Yes yes yes! Today. Get packed and ready now. A limo will be there in about three hours. Oh, by the way, Adrienne's here too."
"Wha--"
She was rewarded with the sound of a dial tone and she clicked the phone off and slammed it into the charger, stomping towards the bathroom.
"That little.. freaking.. why.. loves to torture.."
She shook her head and slammed her bathroom door, not even flinching when scalding-hot water hit her skin. She was so mad that she was numb to any pain, even the feel of her fingernails digging into her skin. She finished with her shower and went through getting ready and packing with loud grunts and slamming things down harder than she needed to. Finally she was ready and the beeping of the horn came as a simple relief. Almost forgetting, she grabbed a pack of hidden cigarettes from her dresser and her lighter and headed outside, not even caring to lock the door behind her. She had bigger things on her mind than that. The ride to Nashville was slow and the driver playing Green Day didn't help. She chainsmoked, and even sipped a little bit of whatever was in the small bar, but time would not speed by. So she attempted to take a nap, politely asking said driver to awaken her when they were there. But she didn't sleep. She stayed awake, thinking. Would she end up becoming his little rock and roll mistress, doomed to stand by his side and fuck him privately until she was old enough for it to come out in the open? Could she handle that? In her opinion, nothing "special" had happened that night, nothing to make him want her more than once. So why bring her to England, where Adrienne was? Did he want to humiliate her? Call her a whore and let his wife destroy her? No.. He couldn't be that cruel.. Could he? She had so many questions in her mind that she wanted to scream, but she stayed silent, even as they arrived. The driver was way too nice, helping her with every little thing, which led Toni to believe he had been paid rather well. She boarded the plane with shaking legs and immediately slipped on headphones, trying to drown out her thoughts with everything from HIM to Rob Zombie to Brand New. But nothing worked.
Not that she cared anymore.
She was just an empty little shell, born to wander the earth until she finally collapsed from everything chucked at her.
They gave her a small, sharp knife with her lunch. She went to the bathroom and put it to good use.
But that was then, and this was now. And he hadn't called her. She was getting worse every day, hating the fact that she was just another lay on the road. She just couldn't get over that. But then it happened, at six twenty-three in the morning. She had been in the middle of a delicious dream involving her and Ville Valo and she had heard the phone ringing. It instensified to an almost unbearable sound and right before her answering machine clicked on she snatched it up.
"Mmph.. Yello?"
"Is this Miss Toni?"
"Well yes. Who the hell is this? And what time is it?"
"Well, where I am it's a bit past noon, but I believe it's around six am there. And it's me. Billie."
"Oh god. You're in fucking England. Took you long enough to call, didn't it? Or were you too busy fucking other little girls?"
"That's not right and you know it."
"You have a problem, you pedophile. I feel sorry for your sons. I'm going back to bed."
"Toni.. please! I wanna ask you something."
She paused, her finger hovering over the talk button. She lowered it and sighed, wondering how he had such control over her.
"What?"
"Come visit me. I'll arrange a tutor for you so you won't miss any school. I need to see you.. Please.."
"My school's homecoming is in three days. I have obligations."
"Toni.. Please.."
"My dad will so not let me."
"Already taken care of. He agreed. Said he didn't give a fuck anymore. Then he burped really loud. Dunno."
"Right. Well, when do I leave?"
"Ooh, yes! Yes yes yes! Today. Get packed and ready now. A limo will be there in about three hours. Oh, by the way, Adrienne's here too."
"Wha--"
She was rewarded with the sound of a dial tone and she clicked the phone off and slammed it into the charger, stomping towards the bathroom.
"That little.. freaking.. why.. loves to torture.."
She shook her head and slammed her bathroom door, not even flinching when scalding-hot water hit her skin. She was so mad that she was numb to any pain, even the feel of her fingernails digging into her skin. She finished with her shower and went through getting ready and packing with loud grunts and slamming things down harder than she needed to. Finally she was ready and the beeping of the horn came as a simple relief. Almost forgetting, she grabbed a pack of hidden cigarettes from her dresser and her lighter and headed outside, not even caring to lock the door behind her. She had bigger things on her mind than that. The ride to Nashville was slow and the driver playing Green Day didn't help. She chainsmoked, and even sipped a little bit of whatever was in the small bar, but time would not speed by. So she attempted to take a nap, politely asking said driver to awaken her when they were there. But she didn't sleep. She stayed awake, thinking. Would she end up becoming his little rock and roll mistress, doomed to stand by his side and fuck him privately until she was old enough for it to come out in the open? Could she handle that? In her opinion, nothing "special" had happened that night, nothing to make him want her more than once. So why bring her to England, where Adrienne was? Did he want to humiliate her? Call her a whore and let his wife destroy her? No.. He couldn't be that cruel.. Could he? She had so many questions in her mind that she wanted to scream, but she stayed silent, even as they arrived. The driver was way too nice, helping her with every little thing, which led Toni to believe he had been paid rather well. She boarded the plane with shaking legs and immediately slipped on headphones, trying to drown out her thoughts with everything from HIM to Rob Zombie to Brand New. But nothing worked.
Not that she cared anymore.
She was just an empty little shell, born to wander the earth until she finally collapsed from everything chucked at her.
They gave her a small, sharp knife with her lunch. She went to the bathroom and put it to good use.
