Are you leaving home?, chapter 5
*Billie's P.O.V.*
I couldn't believe it. I was more surprised at Tré' than anything else, he promised that he wouldn't let it happen again. I was confused as well, why her? I mean, last time, I knew they had it in for him, stupid hyper-active teenies. This girl, though, was different. She just looked like someone you can trust. God, to think I left my kids with her.
I couldn't help but think back to just over a year ago, here in London.
It was Mike, Tré and I. In actual fact I think Jason might have been there as well. We were in a club in London and we promised we'd stay together, especially as there were a lot of people asking for autographs and stuff. I left the group to get the drinks when I was approached by three girls. I should have known by the look in there faces they didn't just want a hug and a chat.
As the conversation carried on I was desperate to get away. They kept telling me how much they hated Adie, which really wound me up. They said I could do better and I knew what they were getting at. I was surprised I didn't hit them. I went back over to the group and told them we had to get the hell out of here. Jason and Mike came but Tré wouldn't listen. I knew he was a little drunk so I tried to pull him along but he pushed me away and went to the other side of the club.
Right at that second I did the most stupid thing. I was so pissed off I walked out and left him. I mean, it's not like he needed accompanying everywhere. He was a grown up and could look after himself... so I thought.
I don't even want to think about what happened next. All I know is that Tré didn't know anything about it when he came in... in fact he was in quite a good mood. A couple of hours later though, we found a letter that Tré must have bought back with him. It was one of those made with newspaper cuttings and I knew immediately who it was from.
I went to show him it and asked him what the hell he'd done that night when a photograph fell out of the folded letter. It was of Tré naked. I was horrified. We could be in a very dangerous position and he kept pretending he knew nothing about it. I read the letter to him and Mike who came to ask why I was yelling. It read:
Tré, Bet you weren't expecting this, were you. You're in big trouble now. Meet us back at the club tonight at 9pm with £5000. If you don't we'll let all your pathetic fans know how old we really are.
I realised after reading that, Tré really didn't know what had happened. We couldn't go to the police, I mean, who would they believe? It was there word against ours, and let's face it, they had more evidence than us, I thought, looking back at the photo.
*End of Flashback*
So, you can probably realise why I didn't want to believe this had happened again. I mean, what proof did I have? It's so hard though. I always feel like I'm the grown up in this group and the others just muck around leaving me to sort everything out for them.
Luckily, last time when we gave them the money they left us alone, but this time I couldn't be so sure. Maybe I had this all wrong, but why else would she have been there with him, in the same clothes, hair a mess and make up smudged? I'd been so paranoid since it happened before, we could have lost everything.
Just then I heard Tré come in the room. He was in a hell of a state.
"Nothing happened, Billie," Tré stated.
"What?"
"I said nothing happened... with that girl. She was helping me," he answered.
"But that's exactly what you said last time, Tré," I reminded him.
"Billie, I wish you would stop worrying and listen to me. Will there ever be a day when you will stop checking up on me? I can look after myself you know," he argued.
He was right; I'd never been the same since it happened before. I don't know why, I think it was just a massive wake up call that we do need to be careful. All the same I was wildly overreacting. It began to dawn on me that maybe this poor girl had done nothing wrong and was just a helpful fan. Now I've really mucked up. I still don't get what she was doing though but whatever it was something didn't add up.
All I knew was that I had to find her and apologise. She probably really hates me now. No, I couldn't think like that. God, she could be on the other side of the country, does it really matter? All the same I still called a cab and went back to the theatre where I'd seen her with Tré.
*Kayleigh's P.O.V.*
Fuck, this was messed up. I'd made the biggest mistake anyone could, coming out here. The only good thing that could possibly happen did happen ... and then was all ruined by him. Just to think, if I had got back on that coach none of this would ever have happened.
Shit. He's back... and he's seen me. I turned away. I never thought I would try to hide from Billie. He's the person I look up to kind of a father figure; I certainly didn't want to be anything like him now. I mean, even though most people think he's really gorgeous I don't think of him like that. He's definitely good looking but I don't fancy him or anything. Green Day's music helped me through a lot of stuff that I never thought I could deal with and here I am now trying to hide from him. "You disgust me," I kept hearing him say. I was so confused, I hadn't done anything wrong.
He was coming closer. I pretended I was looking in my bag so he wouldn't notice me, but he already had. He crouched down beside me.
"Kayleigh, I'm sorry," was all he said. He's sorry? Well that makes everything OK then, doesn't it! He's ruined my dreams and my fantasies and all he could manage was sorry? I ignored him.
"Look, I know you're probably very mad at me now but I wanted to let you know I screwed up and I really hate to have upset you."
Well, this was a little better, and besides, how often do you get the chance to look into these mysterious green eyes of his.
"Yes, alright, I forgive you," I sighed. I could never hold a grudge for long. I saw him smile.
"Wanna get something to eat?" he asked.
I thought about it, not for long though, I mean what's to think about? Dinner with Billie Joe Armstrong, there's no way I'd refuse.
"Sure, I'm starving!" I replied.
He put out his hand to pull me up and we walked together down the street.
*Billie's P.O.V*
She's forgiven me. It isn't really that much of a big deal but there's this little feeling telling me I should get to know this girl. Right from when I saw her in the theatre there was something strangely familiar about her.
Then I began to wonder why she was still here. After a minute or two trying to work it out I think I finally got it, and it wasn't the nicest answer to why she was still here and not at home... because this was her home. I suddenly felt guiltier for upsetting her and I began to feel like she's my responsibility and that I should look out for her.
I also became angrier. Who could leave her out her on her own... she's just a child for God's sake. I was pleased though that she was with me now... I would make her feel safe, just give her a big hug and let her know everything is going to be OK.
I was helping her up from the pavement, holding her hand when I got the warmest, most comforting feeling inside of me as I felt her hand inside mine. Not in a pervy way, of course but it made me feel I was special, I was her protector... I don't know.
I looked into her eyes and I flashed back to many years ago a place I hadn't thought about in ages, one of those places I blocked from my memory for as long as I possibly could. Everything came flooding back. It wasn't often this happened, I promised myself I made the right decision but all of a sudden I wasn't so sure.
Then I realised how long I'd been staring at her and thought it best to stop looking... but I couldn't stop thinking. It makes sense in a weird way, everything fits together... but I could never be that lucky, could I?
I couldn't believe it. I was more surprised at Tré' than anything else, he promised that he wouldn't let it happen again. I was confused as well, why her? I mean, last time, I knew they had it in for him, stupid hyper-active teenies. This girl, though, was different. She just looked like someone you can trust. God, to think I left my kids with her.
I couldn't help but think back to just over a year ago, here in London.
It was Mike, Tré and I. In actual fact I think Jason might have been there as well. We were in a club in London and we promised we'd stay together, especially as there were a lot of people asking for autographs and stuff. I left the group to get the drinks when I was approached by three girls. I should have known by the look in there faces they didn't just want a hug and a chat.
As the conversation carried on I was desperate to get away. They kept telling me how much they hated Adie, which really wound me up. They said I could do better and I knew what they were getting at. I was surprised I didn't hit them. I went back over to the group and told them we had to get the hell out of here. Jason and Mike came but Tré wouldn't listen. I knew he was a little drunk so I tried to pull him along but he pushed me away and went to the other side of the club.
Right at that second I did the most stupid thing. I was so pissed off I walked out and left him. I mean, it's not like he needed accompanying everywhere. He was a grown up and could look after himself... so I thought.
I don't even want to think about what happened next. All I know is that Tré didn't know anything about it when he came in... in fact he was in quite a good mood. A couple of hours later though, we found a letter that Tré must have bought back with him. It was one of those made with newspaper cuttings and I knew immediately who it was from.
I went to show him it and asked him what the hell he'd done that night when a photograph fell out of the folded letter. It was of Tré naked. I was horrified. We could be in a very dangerous position and he kept pretending he knew nothing about it. I read the letter to him and Mike who came to ask why I was yelling. It read:
Tré, Bet you weren't expecting this, were you. You're in big trouble now. Meet us back at the club tonight at 9pm with £5000. If you don't we'll let all your pathetic fans know how old we really are.
I realised after reading that, Tré really didn't know what had happened. We couldn't go to the police, I mean, who would they believe? It was there word against ours, and let's face it, they had more evidence than us, I thought, looking back at the photo.
*End of Flashback*
So, you can probably realise why I didn't want to believe this had happened again. I mean, what proof did I have? It's so hard though. I always feel like I'm the grown up in this group and the others just muck around leaving me to sort everything out for them.
Luckily, last time when we gave them the money they left us alone, but this time I couldn't be so sure. Maybe I had this all wrong, but why else would she have been there with him, in the same clothes, hair a mess and make up smudged? I'd been so paranoid since it happened before, we could have lost everything.
Just then I heard Tré come in the room. He was in a hell of a state.
"Nothing happened, Billie," Tré stated.
"What?"
"I said nothing happened... with that girl. She was helping me," he answered.
"But that's exactly what you said last time, Tré," I reminded him.
"Billie, I wish you would stop worrying and listen to me. Will there ever be a day when you will stop checking up on me? I can look after myself you know," he argued.
He was right; I'd never been the same since it happened before. I don't know why, I think it was just a massive wake up call that we do need to be careful. All the same I was wildly overreacting. It began to dawn on me that maybe this poor girl had done nothing wrong and was just a helpful fan. Now I've really mucked up. I still don't get what she was doing though but whatever it was something didn't add up.
All I knew was that I had to find her and apologise. She probably really hates me now. No, I couldn't think like that. God, she could be on the other side of the country, does it really matter? All the same I still called a cab and went back to the theatre where I'd seen her with Tré.
*Kayleigh's P.O.V.*
Fuck, this was messed up. I'd made the biggest mistake anyone could, coming out here. The only good thing that could possibly happen did happen ... and then was all ruined by him. Just to think, if I had got back on that coach none of this would ever have happened.
Shit. He's back... and he's seen me. I turned away. I never thought I would try to hide from Billie. He's the person I look up to kind of a father figure; I certainly didn't want to be anything like him now. I mean, even though most people think he's really gorgeous I don't think of him like that. He's definitely good looking but I don't fancy him or anything. Green Day's music helped me through a lot of stuff that I never thought I could deal with and here I am now trying to hide from him. "You disgust me," I kept hearing him say. I was so confused, I hadn't done anything wrong.
He was coming closer. I pretended I was looking in my bag so he wouldn't notice me, but he already had. He crouched down beside me.
"Kayleigh, I'm sorry," was all he said. He's sorry? Well that makes everything OK then, doesn't it! He's ruined my dreams and my fantasies and all he could manage was sorry? I ignored him.
"Look, I know you're probably very mad at me now but I wanted to let you know I screwed up and I really hate to have upset you."
Well, this was a little better, and besides, how often do you get the chance to look into these mysterious green eyes of his.
"Yes, alright, I forgive you," I sighed. I could never hold a grudge for long. I saw him smile.
"Wanna get something to eat?" he asked.
I thought about it, not for long though, I mean what's to think about? Dinner with Billie Joe Armstrong, there's no way I'd refuse.
"Sure, I'm starving!" I replied.
He put out his hand to pull me up and we walked together down the street.
*Billie's P.O.V*
She's forgiven me. It isn't really that much of a big deal but there's this little feeling telling me I should get to know this girl. Right from when I saw her in the theatre there was something strangely familiar about her.
Then I began to wonder why she was still here. After a minute or two trying to work it out I think I finally got it, and it wasn't the nicest answer to why she was still here and not at home... because this was her home. I suddenly felt guiltier for upsetting her and I began to feel like she's my responsibility and that I should look out for her.
I also became angrier. Who could leave her out her on her own... she's just a child for God's sake. I was pleased though that she was with me now... I would make her feel safe, just give her a big hug and let her know everything is going to be OK.
I was helping her up from the pavement, holding her hand when I got the warmest, most comforting feeling inside of me as I felt her hand inside mine. Not in a pervy way, of course but it made me feel I was special, I was her protector... I don't know.
I looked into her eyes and I flashed back to many years ago a place I hadn't thought about in ages, one of those places I blocked from my memory for as long as I possibly could. Everything came flooding back. It wasn't often this happened, I promised myself I made the right decision but all of a sudden I wasn't so sure.
Then I realised how long I'd been staring at her and thought it best to stop looking... but I couldn't stop thinking. It makes sense in a weird way, everything fits together... but I could never be that lucky, could I?
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