The Day Billie Joe Armstrong Died

Chapter 24 - From Heaven To Hell

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We were all speechless. I felt cold inside, I had no words, neither did Mike or Trè. Adrienne fell down from her bed and cried her heart out. I rushed towards her and held around her, trying my best to comfort her. I’m not really good at helping people who’s crying, but now she needed me. Mike and Trè looked pale, they both loved Jacob and Joey a lot.

The news was hard to sink in, and no one said a word. What could we say? What can possibly be said to heal this? That’s right, nothing, but that didn’t stop Mike from speaking up. ‘’We have to call the police!’’ He hissed as he got up and searched for a phone, Adie woke up and waved her arms to make him stop. ‘’No! Moriarty has workers in the police! They will know and he said he’d kill them if we called for help…’’ She ended her sentence with a desperate cry. And for the first time ever, I saw Trè cry. As I Green Day fan I know that Trè is Jacob and Joey’s godfather.

‘’I knew I would disappoint Billie Joe! I can’t take care of children!’’ Trè cried, Mike looked surprised at him. ‘’Hey hey! This is not your fault, Trè! We’ll get them back, you’ll see’’ Mike said and stroked Trè’s back. Mike and I where the only ones who kept it together, we shared a look and smiled comforting at each other. We needed to keep ourselves sane in this situation. ‘’How? How can we get them back?’’ Adie cried from under my arm, ‘’we’ll figure something out, hun’’ I said comforting, this was the first time I called her ‘hun’.

An hour later Adie was half asleep and Trè had locked himself in the bathroom. Mike stood outside the door trying to get Trè out, however, that hadn’t helped yet.

I am so tired of this, does this club have any feelings? Are they even human? I don’t fucking get it, first they broke into Adie’s house, then fucking kidnapped her. And now, they’ve kidnapped her kids. That’s under the belt. That’s freaking low, they have nothing to do with this! And now, they are being held as hostages God knows where!

Ring ring ring.

Adie’s phone rang; Adie jumped up from her sleep and grabbed her phone. ‘’Joey? Jacob? ‘’ She cried into the phone, ‘’oh god, Joey! I’m so sorry dear, I never knew this was going to happen! But stay calm, everything’s gonna be oka-What? No, I don’t. Are you sure it said ‘dad’? No, don’t hang up! No! Let me talk to him! He is scared for fuck sake! Let me- hallo? Hallo? FUCK!’’ Adie shouted at the phone, she threw her phone across the room in anger. ‘’What did he say?’’ I asked puzzled, she sighted ‘’he said that… his dad had called him’’ I gasped, ‘’you mean Billie Joe?’’ I asked with my jaw open. She nodded without making eye contact. ‘’But that’s … impossible’’ I mumbled, ‘’I know! They asked if I had his phone and had used his phone to call them, but I don’t have Billie’s phone!’’ She hissed confused. ‘’Have you seen him? Where is he? Can you talk to him? I’m scared and tired of this!’’ She cried, I looked at her and sighted. ‘’I’m sorry Adrienne, I haven’t talked to him since the flight! However, I have seen him twice her in NY but he hasn’t made contact… I don’t know what’s going on’’ I replied sadly, she looked confused. ‘’But who has Billie Joe’s phone? And who the fuck would call Joey?’’ Adrienne hissed angrily while throwing her hands in the air. Mike had now returned to our room, without Trè. ‘’What has happened?’’ Mike asked, his voice sounded scared. ‘’Billie Joe’s phone has been calling Joey’’ I explained, his face lost every emotion. ‘’What’’ he asked surprised, ‘’they wondered if I had used his voice to call them, but of course I haven’t. We don’t have the phone, and we do not know who has the phone’’ Adie continued my explanation. Mike shook his head, ‘’what the fuck, man’’ he mumbled agitated. ‘’What is fucking happening to the world!’’ He hissed irritated. We heard the toilet flush, and out came Trè from his hiding place. His eyes where red and sore. I got up and walked towards him to hug him, ‘’uncle Trè, don’t be sad!’’ I prayed. He made a fake giggle and hugged me back.