The Day Billie Joe Armstrong Died

Chapter 29 - Hell Is Tough Getting Out Of

Sorry for the late update!! And well, the only thing I wanted to say is that I wanted to write an amazing friend of mine into this story, She means a lot to me and she's really supprotive of me :) Her name is Michelle :) 

My whole body froze. I felt goose bumps spreading all over my back. He was suppose to be in jail, I thought to myself. I gazed upon him, well what I could see of him. It was so dark, I could only see his figure.

I was too frightened to say a thing and he knew that. He giggled to himself.

‘’Surprised?’’ He spoke.

I didn’t answer, I was speechless. He never gives up, even when the fight is over. What did he want from me now? We had won! There was no more left to take!

‘’I will take that as a yes’’ he continued after a short silence.

I noticed his hand was hovering over what looked like his pocket. ‘’You know how much I hate to loose…’’ he said silently as he approached me, I started to slowly back further away from him.

His hand fiddled in his pocket and out he grabbed something I assumed and strongly believed was a gun. ‘’I told you, Alexandra. I told you not to get in the way, and if I can’t win…well, then you aren’t allowed to either’’ I looked at the object he had in his hand, yes it was most defiantly a gun. He reached out his arm and pointed at it at me. I know I should scream, run or anything but stand still, but I couldn’t.

In someway I was expecting it, to die shortly after all this. But by my own father, was not how I imagined it.

It’s okay, it was my time. I kept saying in my head, trying to calm myself down. I closed my eyes slowly, and accepted my faith. I was as ready as one could be to be shot. I changed the music history, what more could I ask for? At least now I know people will remember me when I’m dead.

I stood there, in a dark alley with my so-called-dad standing above me with a gun pointed at my face. Waiting to hear the gun shot, waiting for the pain and the darkness to consume me.

BANG BANG

Two shots. I shot my eyes tighter, waited for the pain to hit me. But it never did, I opened my eyes slowly and saw ‘dad’ on the ground shouting and cursing like a drunken sailor. I looked up and saw another man standing some meters above us, still with his gun pointing at ‘dad’. I sighted in relief to be alive, the man came running towards me and held around me tightly. ‘’It’s okay now, it’s all over now’’ he whispered in my ear, I recognized his voice. It was Billie Joe.

Only a couple of minutes later the police and ambulance had arrived, I was sitting in a police car watching Billie Joe shout abusively at the cops.

‘’IF I HADN’T COME, SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME? SHE WOULDN’T SIT IN THAT CAR, BUT ON THE GROUND WITH A BULLET IN HER CHEST!’’ And so on, I really couldn’t focus on anything. It was late and again, there was too much for my mind to process.

Finally the cops got into the front seat and Billie Joe scooped up next to me, letting me doze off in his lap. ‘’That girl has gone through hell, and she haven’t gotten up yet. She’s strong’’ was the last thing I heard one of the cops say before I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning in my hotel room. All my clothes, which had been tossed around on the floor, where now packed in a big suitcase with the union jack printed on it. They had packed for me. I gazed around the room and noticed Adie had picked out some cloths I could wear today, I smiled to myself and hoisted myself up in the bed. I looked out my window, the weather was back to being perfect. I watched all the people walking down under the window. It’s so weird how everything continues like nothing has happened, my dad almost murdered me yesterday. And still, everything continues as it always has, and always will.