This Scares Me, chapter 3
Billie:
Holy crap.... I can't believe he's waking up! I feel happier. But not much. At least some of the stress was off my shoulders now.
"Tre? Are you okay?"
He tried to nod, but just ended up moaning with pain. I winced at the sight of him.
"Oh... I'm sorry Tre... I just won't ask any questions anymore..."
"What?" Tre asked again. Well... I'm guessing he knows there's something wrong.
"Well.... Uh...." I looked back into his eyes, and they were just screaming for me to spit it out already. "Okay... well... Mike kind of... kind of left..."
"He WHAT?!?" Tre was trying to sit up now, well... barely. I never realized how bruised up he was until I saw the side of his body that had been smooshed into the couch, and was now mostly blue or black. It made me wince again. Now he seemed ashamed of his looks. But it wasn't his fault, it was mine.
I looked back up at him. "He... He left, Tre. I don't know where he's going and I don't know if he's ever coming back..." I sighed. Tre looked down dumbstricken at the floor. His jaw hanging down, realizing the true sense of the situation.
"Well.. What if he... What if he never..." I know it had to be extremly hard for him to say. It was hard for me too.
Tre:
I couldn't believe what I was hearing... Why? Why was Mike being such an ass at this time? Well, actually, I'm kind of glad he's gone. I really didn't feel like seeing him hanging all over Torry. I hadn't yet, but I feel like I have. I can picture them holding each other in the backseats of cars. Taking care of each other. They deserved each other. Stupid bitches...
I rubbed my head. I looked around... It smelled like shit. Like.... like... like sex... My fucking god. They'd done it again. I can feel it.
"Tre?" I had only just remembered that Billie Joe was still squatting on the floor in front of me. I looked back at him, and then towards the bed room. He followed my gaze. "I know Tre... I heard them last night." I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
"Billie...." I said thourgh gritted teeth, "Why didn't you stop them? You know this was already killing me... You knew that... Why didn't you DO anything?!?" I screamed at him. He flinched. I wouldn't hurt him, fuck, I could barely move!
Mike:
I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HER! Jesus fucking christ, man.... Now, I just feel like I'm suffering. But... I think it's good I left. I'd rather sort things out on my own, then have to face anybody and make things worse. I couldn't think of a better solution for this one. Plus, I've been driving for hours. I don't know where the hell I am... Maybe this is a good thing, no turning back.
I know that they have found out already. They've had enough time to find out. Hopefully, Tre won't find out about Torry and me, and what happened last night.
I really hope hes okay. He's Tre, he has to be okay.
Aw shit, an exit! Thank fuck.... I've had to go for hours...
Holy crap.... I can't believe he's waking up! I feel happier. But not much. At least some of the stress was off my shoulders now.
"Tre? Are you okay?"
He tried to nod, but just ended up moaning with pain. I winced at the sight of him.
"Oh... I'm sorry Tre... I just won't ask any questions anymore..."
"What?" Tre asked again. Well... I'm guessing he knows there's something wrong.
"Well.... Uh...." I looked back into his eyes, and they were just screaming for me to spit it out already. "Okay... well... Mike kind of... kind of left..."
"He WHAT?!?" Tre was trying to sit up now, well... barely. I never realized how bruised up he was until I saw the side of his body that had been smooshed into the couch, and was now mostly blue or black. It made me wince again. Now he seemed ashamed of his looks. But it wasn't his fault, it was mine.
I looked back up at him. "He... He left, Tre. I don't know where he's going and I don't know if he's ever coming back..." I sighed. Tre looked down dumbstricken at the floor. His jaw hanging down, realizing the true sense of the situation.
"Well.. What if he... What if he never..." I know it had to be extremly hard for him to say. It was hard for me too.
Tre:
I couldn't believe what I was hearing... Why? Why was Mike being such an ass at this time? Well, actually, I'm kind of glad he's gone. I really didn't feel like seeing him hanging all over Torry. I hadn't yet, but I feel like I have. I can picture them holding each other in the backseats of cars. Taking care of each other. They deserved each other. Stupid bitches...
I rubbed my head. I looked around... It smelled like shit. Like.... like... like sex... My fucking god. They'd done it again. I can feel it.
"Tre?" I had only just remembered that Billie Joe was still squatting on the floor in front of me. I looked back at him, and then towards the bed room. He followed my gaze. "I know Tre... I heard them last night." I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
"Billie...." I said thourgh gritted teeth, "Why didn't you stop them? You know this was already killing me... You knew that... Why didn't you DO anything?!?" I screamed at him. He flinched. I wouldn't hurt him, fuck, I could barely move!
Mike:
I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HER! Jesus fucking christ, man.... Now, I just feel like I'm suffering. But... I think it's good I left. I'd rather sort things out on my own, then have to face anybody and make things worse. I couldn't think of a better solution for this one. Plus, I've been driving for hours. I don't know where the hell I am... Maybe this is a good thing, no turning back.
I know that they have found out already. They've had enough time to find out. Hopefully, Tre won't find out about Torry and me, and what happened last night.
I really hope hes okay. He's Tre, he has to be okay.
Aw shit, an exit! Thank fuck.... I've had to go for hours...
