This Scares Me, chapter 5
Summary:
Mike is still at the waho, and is starting to feel depressed about all the crap that's been going on. He starts to eat alot of waffles, and drinking alot of coffee, giving himself alot of time to really get lost in thought. He doesn't think much about Torry, even though he loves her, alot.
Back at Tre's house, Tre wonders why Billie isn't telling him anything. He is getting pretty pissed that it seems like Billie knows something that he doesn't, and it makes him angry that he won't tell him. He asks how he could have gotten home so safely, and wasn't just brought to the hospital. Billie eventually tells Tre that he had hit Tre in his car.
Torry is eavsdropping in on their conversation, and thinks that Billie is a big rat for telling Tre about Mike and her's nightly escapade. So, she calls Mike, telling him that things are getting out of hand.
Mike had no idea that he had his cell phone with him. He was lucky he did. He likes hearing Torry's voice again, and starts to fall right back in love with her.
Tre feels betrayed by both his friends. He now knows why Mike left, and feels he should just leave too. He thinks it doesn't matter. He pretty much wishes he hadn't survived getting run over, because now he just has to suffer.
(That was all I can remember from what I wrote. hope that helps)
Mike:
God... She sounds in distress. I wish I could just hold her now, and tell her that everything is okay. But of course, I think about how pissed Tre must be at me, that I've done it again. I don't feel any shame, and I'm not gonna appologize. He deserved it. Well, I think he does.
"Torry. listen to me, I can NOT go back. That's not what I want to do, it's just not gonna happen." Maybe I should go back, but that doesn't sound right in my head. That would be like quitting in the middle of a baseball game. I can't do that, even if this hurts people. Besides, I have no fucking idea where I am...
"Mike.. er.. PLEASE! Billie is going to need you. Tre is getting seriously pissed here. I-I need you too... I-I mean, what if Tre... What if he tries to hurt Billie?" Oh... Good one Torry... Damn... That's definately a problem. But. Billie can defend himself. But, now they bring back the worst memory of yesterday... When Tre beat the shit out of me out on the front yard of his house. Damn. Billie wouldn't last.
"I still don't know Torry. Maybe you could help." My stupid ass, she's a girl.... But last night she- ... well... thats more on a personal side. "I'm sorry... Actually, to tell you the truth, I'm sitting in a fucking waho in the middle of nowhere, I don't know where the hell I am." I heard her tsk into the phone.
"Sure Mike, I don't know where I am either.... Right. Just come back okay? Wait, never mind, I actually loved you, you know? Well, of course you didn't know, you lost that chance." The phone clicked off. I stared into the reciever not believing what she had said. She loved me... She loved me... exactly, past tense now. Now, she hates me, because I was an ass, and wasn't there when she really needed me.
This is it, I'm going home.
Torry:
I loved him so much, does he not realize that? What the fuck is his problem? I mean, Tre is fucking strong, and once you get him started, there's no stopping him. How can he expect me to help? Oh... now he's got me started...
Billie:
Oh no... No... Tre... No... "Tre, please, please look at me. I'm so sorry... I wasn't paying attention. We had no idea it was you." He glared at me.
"What do you mean, 'we'?" Oh... He didn't know Mike and Torry were there with me...Good lord.
I gulped, "Torry and Mike... They came with me, to look for you. Torry had said you ran out the house, and left her behind. Th- Mike and she... They were sitting together in the back seat. Together. I was driving." I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see his face respond to my answer, I know it's going to be bad.
Tre:
No... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! NO! Does Mike fucking HATE ME?! What the HELL did I do to him?!? God damn.... Messing with my woman like that.... Sitting in the fucking back seat with her... Why...
Billie:
I heard muffled sobs, and looked up, to find Tre covering his face with his hands, crying. Oh no... I'm so sorry...
"Tre... I-" I tried to put my hand on his should, but he smacked it away, hard too. I just stared back down at the floor. I feel so bad. I hit fucking run him over... and Mike was hitting it off in the back seat with Torry. I saw how he held her, and comforted her, telling her everything was going to be okay. I saw. I saw it all. And I didn't stop it. I didn't want to.
Tre:
I hate this, I hate it all. I'm so fucking sore... sore as hell... My heart is torn into shreds. My fucking outsides are even worse. I have to look at my self. Why didn't he take me to the hospital? And he fucking called ME irresponsible for my own actions... Damn him... Nobody likes me... Everybody HATES me.... Ugh... And I know it's true....
Mike:
Damn, I look like a fool running out of this shitty ass waho, oh well. I need to get to her. Why did I leave in the first place? I was such a wuss. She LOVED me. There's LOVE in her being saved for ME! ME!! I feel so much... better now... I can't... I can't believe this!
I jump in the car, and jump start it as quick as I can, fumbling with the keys all the ways. I zoom off back towards the sunset. I wouldn't be back home till WAY after dark. I hope I won't be too late.
Tre:
This time I've really lost my mind. Well, if I'm going down, I'm taking them all down with me.
I use all of my strength that I had in my tiny hopeless body, and lept on top of Billie Joe, pushing him to the ground. His eyes were wide in shock. I climbed on top of him, and damn, it hurt so much moving. But, I kept on.
I pinned his shoulders to the floor. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't withstand my arm strength. Hey, being a drummer comes in handy sometimes. So, I pinned him down, yet, he was still struggling, trying to take on the little strength I had. I don't care how much I beat him, I know he deserves it. Betraying me like he is. I pretty much hate him right now.
"Billie... I can't fucking believe you? Were you fucking drunk again? And driving? You say you were looking for me... pffft" I spat in his face like I had Mike just a day ago. I knew he wasn't drunk, but I wanted him to feel like shit. "I fucking HATE you Billie, I HATE you, I HATE you!!" And with every 'hate', I punched him in the face, with bad aim because of my bad arm, the good one was holding me up. But, I could tell it was hurting, because his lip had split, and his nose had cracked and was bleeding now.
I heard a door open, and I look up towards the bedroom. Torry. She hadn't been out of that 'fuck-room' all day. I glared at her, then went back to punching Billie. I think he had fainted by then, his eyes were clamped shut, and his body was limp.
"Tre..." Torry croaked. I stopped again, and lowered my arm, which was fucking flaming right now, it hurt so bad. I was breathing heavily, and she walked silently over to me, and sat down on the floor. She stared at Billie Joe's unconscious body, and looked back up at me. "You are fucking psycho..." She whispered at me. I looked back down at Billie, who's face was swelling up and turning slightly purple.
Then, she shoved me as hard as she could off the top of Billie Joe. I struggled to sit up again. Damn, she can push when she really wants to. I stared up at her, and she as cradling Bilie's body in her arms. OH! So now she's going for Billie too! What a fucking dirty slut.
Mike is still at the waho, and is starting to feel depressed about all the crap that's been going on. He starts to eat alot of waffles, and drinking alot of coffee, giving himself alot of time to really get lost in thought. He doesn't think much about Torry, even though he loves her, alot.
Back at Tre's house, Tre wonders why Billie isn't telling him anything. He is getting pretty pissed that it seems like Billie knows something that he doesn't, and it makes him angry that he won't tell him. He asks how he could have gotten home so safely, and wasn't just brought to the hospital. Billie eventually tells Tre that he had hit Tre in his car.
Torry is eavsdropping in on their conversation, and thinks that Billie is a big rat for telling Tre about Mike and her's nightly escapade. So, she calls Mike, telling him that things are getting out of hand.
Mike had no idea that he had his cell phone with him. He was lucky he did. He likes hearing Torry's voice again, and starts to fall right back in love with her.
Tre feels betrayed by both his friends. He now knows why Mike left, and feels he should just leave too. He thinks it doesn't matter. He pretty much wishes he hadn't survived getting run over, because now he just has to suffer.
(That was all I can remember from what I wrote. hope that helps)
Mike:
God... She sounds in distress. I wish I could just hold her now, and tell her that everything is okay. But of course, I think about how pissed Tre must be at me, that I've done it again. I don't feel any shame, and I'm not gonna appologize. He deserved it. Well, I think he does.
"Torry. listen to me, I can NOT go back. That's not what I want to do, it's just not gonna happen." Maybe I should go back, but that doesn't sound right in my head. That would be like quitting in the middle of a baseball game. I can't do that, even if this hurts people. Besides, I have no fucking idea where I am...
"Mike.. er.. PLEASE! Billie is going to need you. Tre is getting seriously pissed here. I-I need you too... I-I mean, what if Tre... What if he tries to hurt Billie?" Oh... Good one Torry... Damn... That's definately a problem. But. Billie can defend himself. But, now they bring back the worst memory of yesterday... When Tre beat the shit out of me out on the front yard of his house. Damn. Billie wouldn't last.
"I still don't know Torry. Maybe you could help." My stupid ass, she's a girl.... But last night she- ... well... thats more on a personal side. "I'm sorry... Actually, to tell you the truth, I'm sitting in a fucking waho in the middle of nowhere, I don't know where the hell I am." I heard her tsk into the phone.
"Sure Mike, I don't know where I am either.... Right. Just come back okay? Wait, never mind, I actually loved you, you know? Well, of course you didn't know, you lost that chance." The phone clicked off. I stared into the reciever not believing what she had said. She loved me... She loved me... exactly, past tense now. Now, she hates me, because I was an ass, and wasn't there when she really needed me.
This is it, I'm going home.
Torry:
I loved him so much, does he not realize that? What the fuck is his problem? I mean, Tre is fucking strong, and once you get him started, there's no stopping him. How can he expect me to help? Oh... now he's got me started...
Billie:
Oh no... No... Tre... No... "Tre, please, please look at me. I'm so sorry... I wasn't paying attention. We had no idea it was you." He glared at me.
"What do you mean, 'we'?" Oh... He didn't know Mike and Torry were there with me...Good lord.
I gulped, "Torry and Mike... They came with me, to look for you. Torry had said you ran out the house, and left her behind. Th- Mike and she... They were sitting together in the back seat. Together. I was driving." I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see his face respond to my answer, I know it's going to be bad.
Tre:
No... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! NO! Does Mike fucking HATE ME?! What the HELL did I do to him?!? God damn.... Messing with my woman like that.... Sitting in the fucking back seat with her... Why...
Billie:
I heard muffled sobs, and looked up, to find Tre covering his face with his hands, crying. Oh no... I'm so sorry...
"Tre... I-" I tried to put my hand on his should, but he smacked it away, hard too. I just stared back down at the floor. I feel so bad. I hit fucking run him over... and Mike was hitting it off in the back seat with Torry. I saw how he held her, and comforted her, telling her everything was going to be okay. I saw. I saw it all. And I didn't stop it. I didn't want to.
Tre:
I hate this, I hate it all. I'm so fucking sore... sore as hell... My heart is torn into shreds. My fucking outsides are even worse. I have to look at my self. Why didn't he take me to the hospital? And he fucking called ME irresponsible for my own actions... Damn him... Nobody likes me... Everybody HATES me.... Ugh... And I know it's true....
Mike:
Damn, I look like a fool running out of this shitty ass waho, oh well. I need to get to her. Why did I leave in the first place? I was such a wuss. She LOVED me. There's LOVE in her being saved for ME! ME!! I feel so much... better now... I can't... I can't believe this!
I jump in the car, and jump start it as quick as I can, fumbling with the keys all the ways. I zoom off back towards the sunset. I wouldn't be back home till WAY after dark. I hope I won't be too late.
Tre:
This time I've really lost my mind. Well, if I'm going down, I'm taking them all down with me.
I use all of my strength that I had in my tiny hopeless body, and lept on top of Billie Joe, pushing him to the ground. His eyes were wide in shock. I climbed on top of him, and damn, it hurt so much moving. But, I kept on.
I pinned his shoulders to the floor. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't withstand my arm strength. Hey, being a drummer comes in handy sometimes. So, I pinned him down, yet, he was still struggling, trying to take on the little strength I had. I don't care how much I beat him, I know he deserves it. Betraying me like he is. I pretty much hate him right now.
"Billie... I can't fucking believe you? Were you fucking drunk again? And driving? You say you were looking for me... pffft" I spat in his face like I had Mike just a day ago. I knew he wasn't drunk, but I wanted him to feel like shit. "I fucking HATE you Billie, I HATE you, I HATE you!!" And with every 'hate', I punched him in the face, with bad aim because of my bad arm, the good one was holding me up. But, I could tell it was hurting, because his lip had split, and his nose had cracked and was bleeding now.
I heard a door open, and I look up towards the bedroom. Torry. She hadn't been out of that 'fuck-room' all day. I glared at her, then went back to punching Billie. I think he had fainted by then, his eyes were clamped shut, and his body was limp.
"Tre..." Torry croaked. I stopped again, and lowered my arm, which was fucking flaming right now, it hurt so bad. I was breathing heavily, and she walked silently over to me, and sat down on the floor. She stared at Billie Joe's unconscious body, and looked back up at me. "You are fucking psycho..." She whispered at me. I looked back down at Billie, who's face was swelling up and turning slightly purple.
Then, she shoved me as hard as she could off the top of Billie Joe. I struggled to sit up again. Damn, she can push when she really wants to. I stared up at her, and she as cradling Bilie's body in her arms. OH! So now she's going for Billie too! What a fucking dirty slut.
