Claustrophobic Mind

Chapter 12

Billie Joe woke to the feeling of being violently shaken. The predator harshly held his shoulders while repeatedly causing his body to hit the tree he was resting against. Billie was scared to open his eyes. He eagerly waited for the intruder to start screaming that he was under arrest, but it didn't.

He was hesitant, but Billie eventually opened his eyes just enough to see the person shaking him. Surprisingly, he was relieved to see Fink.

Fink frown his eyebrows in what seemed to be confusion and fear. Seeing this, Billie fully opened his eyes to show Fink that he was awake. For some unknown reason, Fink sighed heavily.

"Phew! I thought you were dead there Billie Joe," Fink said breathing deeply.

Fink's arms still rested on Billie's shoulders as he sat up. He squinted at his surroundings. The early sun was bright and shinning through the dewy woods. Owls hooted in the distance and there was a peaceful chill in the air. Everything was so calm that Billie Joe forgot Fink was still there.

"Get off of me," Billie said shrugging Fink's hands off of him.

He felt a great deal of anger towards Fink as he remembered what happened last night. There were sore spots on either side of his waist. They caused more pain every time Billie Joe moved.

"No need to be snappy. You should be thanking me rather than being such an asshole," Fink said standing to his feet.

"And why would I be doing that?" Billie Joe said, using the tree as support for him to stand.

"Because dumb ass, you need to get an early start so that them officers don't catch up to you."

Billie paid little attention considering the fact that the handcuffs around his raw wrists were preventing him from doing basically anything.

"It would be easier if I had these off. Any ideas?" Billie Joe asked, hopeful that Fink wouldn't hold a grudge.

"Whoa there Billie boy. If I do recall, you were giving me quite the attitude just a minute ago," Fink said. He wandered off pretending to be interested in the damp bark of the trees surrounding them.

"Come on Fink. We're running out of time," Billie said impatiently.

Fink trailed his small fingers across the trees he circled for no apparent reason. He exaggeratively sighed and looked over to Billie Joe.

"Oh I suppose I could lend a hand. You know what they say, always provide for the less fortunate," Fink said as he circled Billie and breathed on his neck.

A shiver went down Billie Joe's spine at Fink's harsh words.

"The only way I can think of is to bash the chain against a sharp rock," Fink shrugged.

Billie sighed heavily at Fink's idea. He rolled his eyes when Fink pretended to look offended.

"Got any better ideas casanova?"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Billie Joe snapped back. He wasn't in the mood for ignorant remarks, let alone Fink in general.

Fink only smirked as he saw Billie look over to the sharp rock. It's was a large dark rock that seemed to be over a hundred pounds. If Billie Joe happened to miss just the slightest bit, he could break his wrists into a million pieces. It was nerve racking to say the least.

"You're gonna have to help me. I can't see because it's behind my back."

"Oh really?"

"Just do it dip shit," Billie said annoyed at his sarcasm. Fink grinned.

Fink led Billie over to the large rock. He walked backwards in an awkward position while Fink held his wrists gently. Billie didn't know if Fink was doing this because he was concerned about Billie's comfort, or whether that he put no thought into it what so ever.

"Now you're gonna need to hold still or else you're going to be in excruciating pain," Fink grinned.

Billie Joe rolled his eyes.

"And then you'll be crying for your daddy all over again," Fink said coldly.

Billie pulled his arms away from his threat and turned around to stare him down in disappointment.

"W-Why would you say that?" Billie Joe said feeling tears building up behind his eyes.

"Don't get so butt hurt Billie boy. It's about time you stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time," Fink huffed pulling Billie's arms back in his grip. Billie Joe got out of his hands once again.

"No...no, no you don't joke like that. You don't ever joke about my dad like that. I don't care how much you hate me, or how much I hate you, but you NEVER bring up my dad. EVER! You understand me you little fucker?!" Billie Joe screamed while getting into Fink's face.

Fink looked threatened for no more than a few seconds, then he stared Billie down as well. The anger fueled up inside of him as Billie Joe continued to be in his face. Without hesitation, Fink spit right in Billie's eye.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to, but it sure as hell ain't me. I say what I want to say. I make you do what I want you to do. I am you. I'm your mind. I control what you do just like everyone else's mind in the world. Except, I put a little fun behind it. Fun for me of course," Fink growled into Billie Joe's face. He yanked Billie around so now he couldn't see Fink.

The spit in Billie's eye was left unconcerned. Billie Joe couldn't even wipe it away. Fink lifted Billie's arms up behind his back. Billie Joe hissed in pain at his burning shoulders.

"Self pity doesn't do much for the world Billie Joe, if anything at all. That's all you do. Whine whine whine. Oh no, the luxury living Billie Joe Armstrong has things in his life that makes him upset. Boo hoo!"

Billie ignored this. He knew he had plenty of reason for being upset in his life. Being a celebrity and having no privacy isn't "luxury" at all. Not to mention that he doesn't have his dad to be there for him every step of the way.

Fink positioned Billie's arms above the rock ready to break the cuffs.

"No one feels sorry for you when you constantly feel sorry for yourself. Hell, I'm only helping you because I want you to get away from them cops. Not because I feel sorry for you," Fink said just above a whisper into Billie Joe's ear. He grazed his black lips across Billie's hairline.

"I hope you realize one day what I'm truly here for."

Billie Joe didn't have time to react before he felt his arms being quickly pushed down onto the sharp rock. The hard stone collided with the chain. The force caused the handcuffs to break in half. Pieces of metal flew all around the small space Billie was tucked in with this rock. Fink was gone.

Billie screeched in pain as he felt what seemed like an electric shock shoot up his arms. For a few terrifying moments, Billie Joe thought Fink shattered his wrists. Then, he crouched to the ground hissing in pain and cradling his raw skin. The chain was definitely broken, but obviously the cuffs still remained around his wrists. Fink made a perfect cut through the chain, avoiding any kind of contact with Billie's arms and the rock.

But Billie Joe couldn't even think about or consider this, for he had something much more important to worry about. The last words Fink said before he once again disappeared left Billie in a state of confusion.

Why is Fink truly here?