Till Death Do Us Part, chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Billie Joe." I repeated.Â
"Yes. Billie Joe Armstrong." He said. "How old are you. I'm 21 by the way."
I paused. "Turning 18 in 3 weeks time." I said. That makes me really sad. Thinking that nobody's gonna celebrate my birthday with me. I felt the tears rolling down my cheek again. "Sorry." I said as i wiped away my tears.
"I think you have a problem." He said. "C'mon, follow me." He said as he grabbed my hand.
"Where?"
"Just follow me."
10 minutes later, we arrived at a nearby park sitting on a bench. "Okay, tell me about yourself." Billie said to me.
I sighed and i started my story. "I'm caitlin. I am an orphan kid. Been to loads of foster families. From one to another one." I said. "In my whole 17 years of living, i've never ever celebrated my birthday. I've been living in an orphanage since i was borned. And, i was transferred to my foster family when i was 13. 2 years later, again, i was transferred for making a lot of trouble. And just now, i ran away from my 3rd foster family." I explained. Again, i cried. But i couldnt stop. "I feel so sad, right now. Because nobody loves me for what i am. They say i'm a freak with no parents and all. And the fact that i've never feel mother's love is just..." I broke into tears again.
Billie comforted me by hugging me. "Shh...dont cry." He said. "Hey, i think we have something in common too."
"What's that?"
"well, my dad died of cancer when i was 10. and my mom married my step dad that me and my brothers and sisters hated." He said. "So, the only memory of my dad left is just an electric guitar that he gave me. We're broke. We've never had a family photo shoot before."
I paused. I cant say anything. We do have something in common. Not to mention, we both lost someone that we love. The only difference is that i am an orphan since i was borned when my mom left me in front of an orphanage house.
"So, do you have anywhere to stay?" I shook my head. "Well, then, come and live with me. I'm all alone in my 1 room apartment, you know."
"Okay."
When i arrived at Billie's apartment, for the first time, i felt safe. I've never felt that feeling for a long time. Not that i have felt that feeling before. I was a bit okay. By talking to him, i feel like there's actually a person who's willing to hear my story. "Ops, sorry, but i only have a double bed. I guess, you can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, dont trouble yourself." I said. I slumped on the couch. "I'll take the couch." Then i lay down on the couch. "It felt pretty comfortable." It was, you know?
"Okay, then." He said.
It was 9 p.m. We finished our dinner. He ordered a pizza and he rented some movies. "damn, i'm full."
I nodded. "Yeah, me too."
"Let's watch something." He said as he walked over the VCR and picked some movies that he rented. "hhmm, let's see, romance or horror?"
"Let's take horror." I decided. When i glanced around his apartment, i saw a guitar. "Hey, is that yours?"
He looked over. "Yeah. That's the guitar that my dad bought for me." He said.
He pressed the 'play' button of the VCR player. It's 'Child's Play'. "I've watched the movie. But, hey, i can watch it again." I said.Â
I sat on the couch next to Billie. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and i leaned my head on my chest. That makes me more safer than ever.
"Billie Joe." I repeated.Â
"Yes. Billie Joe Armstrong." He said. "How old are you. I'm 21 by the way."
I paused. "Turning 18 in 3 weeks time." I said. That makes me really sad. Thinking that nobody's gonna celebrate my birthday with me. I felt the tears rolling down my cheek again. "Sorry." I said as i wiped away my tears.
"I think you have a problem." He said. "C'mon, follow me." He said as he grabbed my hand.
"Where?"
"Just follow me."
10 minutes later, we arrived at a nearby park sitting on a bench. "Okay, tell me about yourself." Billie said to me.
I sighed and i started my story. "I'm caitlin. I am an orphan kid. Been to loads of foster families. From one to another one." I said. "In my whole 17 years of living, i've never ever celebrated my birthday. I've been living in an orphanage since i was borned. And, i was transferred to my foster family when i was 13. 2 years later, again, i was transferred for making a lot of trouble. And just now, i ran away from my 3rd foster family." I explained. Again, i cried. But i couldnt stop. "I feel so sad, right now. Because nobody loves me for what i am. They say i'm a freak with no parents and all. And the fact that i've never feel mother's love is just..." I broke into tears again.
Billie comforted me by hugging me. "Shh...dont cry." He said. "Hey, i think we have something in common too."
"What's that?"
"well, my dad died of cancer when i was 10. and my mom married my step dad that me and my brothers and sisters hated." He said. "So, the only memory of my dad left is just an electric guitar that he gave me. We're broke. We've never had a family photo shoot before."
I paused. I cant say anything. We do have something in common. Not to mention, we both lost someone that we love. The only difference is that i am an orphan since i was borned when my mom left me in front of an orphanage house.
"So, do you have anywhere to stay?" I shook my head. "Well, then, come and live with me. I'm all alone in my 1 room apartment, you know."
"Okay."
When i arrived at Billie's apartment, for the first time, i felt safe. I've never felt that feeling for a long time. Not that i have felt that feeling before. I was a bit okay. By talking to him, i feel like there's actually a person who's willing to hear my story. "Ops, sorry, but i only have a double bed. I guess, you can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, dont trouble yourself." I said. I slumped on the couch. "I'll take the couch." Then i lay down on the couch. "It felt pretty comfortable." It was, you know?
"Okay, then." He said.
It was 9 p.m. We finished our dinner. He ordered a pizza and he rented some movies. "damn, i'm full."
I nodded. "Yeah, me too."
"Let's watch something." He said as he walked over the VCR and picked some movies that he rented. "hhmm, let's see, romance or horror?"
"Let's take horror." I decided. When i glanced around his apartment, i saw a guitar. "Hey, is that yours?"
He looked over. "Yeah. That's the guitar that my dad bought for me." He said.
He pressed the 'play' button of the VCR player. It's 'Child's Play'. "I've watched the movie. But, hey, i can watch it again." I said.Â
I sat on the couch next to Billie. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and i leaned my head on my chest. That makes me more safer than ever.
