I'll Stand By And Watch You Drown, chapter 1
~*~*Still Billie Joe's POV~*~*
I opened my eyes to no sunlight in my room. It was pitch black so I looked at my clock. It said 3:05. I usually sleep in, and usually extra today since it's a Saturday, so I was wondering *What the fuck made me wake up at 3 in the morning?* Then I heard it. The sound of Veronica sobbing. Even with my door and her door closed, I could still hear her. Then I heard a slurring voice. A boy's voice. Eric's voice. This got me so mad that I bolted straight out of bed and ran past the bathroom to Veronica's room. The door was ajar so I looked through to make sure I wasn't just hearing things, which has happened to me before. I slightly pushed open the door, and there was Veronica's clothes on the floor. And there, on top of her, was Eric...
"NO!" I shouted as I bolted straight up in bed. I looked around me to see where I was. Clothes on the floor. Guitar in the corner. Messed up bed sheets. I was in my room. Eric raping Veronica, though it seemed so realistic, was just a dream. Those sleeping pills must have messed with my mind. Maybe they were a little too strong. I would never have thought of something that bad. At least, I didn't think I would. I looked over at my clock. 7:30. That nightmare woke me up way too early for me to handle. But it was too bright in my room, so it was no use to try to fall back asleep.
*Fuck, my head hurts!* I thought. Then Veronica appeared at my doorway...
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
I decided to get out of bed and find out why Billie Joe had screamed so loud. I could see him, through blurry vision due to the sudden light, sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a pair of slack pants. *He's really hot...* I thought to myself. *No! Don't think like that! Don't think of your best friend like that!* I came in and sat next to him. He looked around the room and stopped once he saw his guitar. He keep looking at it while I asked him why he had screamed.
"It was a nightmare."
"About what?"
"Something."
"I kinda guessed that!"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Whatever. By the way, Billie Joe. Mike and Tre are coming over. We might go out to breakfast or something."
"When?"
"8:00"
"I'll get ready..."
I got up and left his room, in order to give him some privacy for changing. Back in my room, I didn't go to sit on my bed. I did my make up in front of my mirror that hangs over my desk. I was going to have to wear lots of cover up so that Mike and Tre don't see any brusies on my face and get worried. It was summer, but I was going to have to wear a long sleeve shirt that will hide my arms well. Mike can be sort of over protective and I didn't want to bother him with yet another story of some abusive boy. I finished my make up and put a brush through my hair to make it look good. After I finished, I turned around and stared at my bed. Where I must have been tossing and turning all night. Where the nightmare of Eric raping me took place...
I opened my eyes to no sunlight in my room. It was pitch black so I looked at my clock. It said 3:05. I usually sleep in, and usually extra today since it's a Saturday, so I was wondering *What the fuck made me wake up at 3 in the morning?* Then I heard it. The sound of Veronica sobbing. Even with my door and her door closed, I could still hear her. Then I heard a slurring voice. A boy's voice. Eric's voice. This got me so mad that I bolted straight out of bed and ran past the bathroom to Veronica's room. The door was ajar so I looked through to make sure I wasn't just hearing things, which has happened to me before. I slightly pushed open the door, and there was Veronica's clothes on the floor. And there, on top of her, was Eric...
"NO!" I shouted as I bolted straight up in bed. I looked around me to see where I was. Clothes on the floor. Guitar in the corner. Messed up bed sheets. I was in my room. Eric raping Veronica, though it seemed so realistic, was just a dream. Those sleeping pills must have messed with my mind. Maybe they were a little too strong. I would never have thought of something that bad. At least, I didn't think I would. I looked over at my clock. 7:30. That nightmare woke me up way too early for me to handle. But it was too bright in my room, so it was no use to try to fall back asleep.
*Fuck, my head hurts!* I thought. Then Veronica appeared at my doorway...
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
I decided to get out of bed and find out why Billie Joe had screamed so loud. I could see him, through blurry vision due to the sudden light, sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a pair of slack pants. *He's really hot...* I thought to myself. *No! Don't think like that! Don't think of your best friend like that!* I came in and sat next to him. He looked around the room and stopped once he saw his guitar. He keep looking at it while I asked him why he had screamed.
"It was a nightmare."
"About what?"
"Something."
"I kinda guessed that!"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Whatever. By the way, Billie Joe. Mike and Tre are coming over. We might go out to breakfast or something."
"When?"
"8:00"
"I'll get ready..."
I got up and left his room, in order to give him some privacy for changing. Back in my room, I didn't go to sit on my bed. I did my make up in front of my mirror that hangs over my desk. I was going to have to wear lots of cover up so that Mike and Tre don't see any brusies on my face and get worried. It was summer, but I was going to have to wear a long sleeve shirt that will hide my arms well. Mike can be sort of over protective and I didn't want to bother him with yet another story of some abusive boy. I finished my make up and put a brush through my hair to make it look good. After I finished, I turned around and stared at my bed. Where I must have been tossing and turning all night. Where the nightmare of Eric raping me took place...
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