Scars Will Not Fade Away(A Billie Joe Armstrong fanfic)

You should have killed me when you had the chance

(So guys I know that's not a green day song... It's actually by a Day To Remember but I love it and I saw a video and it's about to inspire this chapter so let's get started! Haha)

Angel's POV
He had cuffs. He had fucking cuffs. Well, let's start from the beginning.
After I walked off, my head was spinning and there was definently blood from the impact of the wall. I sped up down the street.
Then I heard a voice. The voice that made my heart race. I turned around seeing him looking around. He looked so beat up. I forgot running away. I ran forward after him just as he fell to the ground. The tears ran down my face as I dropped to my knees and stroked his hair. "Billie..." My chest hurt. My stomach turned in flips only that an acrobat could do. I tugged on his arms realizing how heavy he was and felt tears fall. "Come on!" He needed a doctor. Then I felt a hand on my hair and pain from the yank and already stinging pressure on my brain. Only one person I knew did this to me ever. And his hiss sounded especially unpleasant.
"I warned you... And you went and ranted to him, didn't you?" I forced back tears, refusing for him to ever see them again. I had none left for him.
"No. I ran away from him. He followed." He chuckled darkly yanking again and I forced down a scream from pain.
"That's what you've always been best at... Running away. Hasn't he been through enough with you?" He forced me up on my feet. I tried that instant to get away from him. I elbowed him in the stomach and started to run. But he regained himself and he shoved me into the lamp post. I fell, right into him. He forced me to walk. I struggled to get away but everytime I did he'd yank my hair and shove harder. I was dizzy. I felt dry blood making my hair yanks hurt more. He shoved me into an old broken house and shoved me into a chair. There is when he cuffed me and proceeded to tie a blindfold around my eyes. He whispered in my ear how much he loved me better this way. I shivered, feeling terrified but tried not to show it. He was laughing at me. At how vulnerable I must have seemed. I heard the door open.
"I'll be back when we have our obstacle out of the way. Then you'll be mine. Like you've always been." It slammed shut as I heard him laugh again. I struggled more. I needed Billie here to save me. I was alone though. He couldn't get me this time. He was about to be dead... Because of me. It was my fault.
It was hours.
Too many hours.
I saw light peeking under my blindfold. I didn't sleep. How could I? I was tied up waiting on the man I loved to be murdered. That's when it all clicked in my head. I had an opportunity. I could get out. I didn't need Billie to get me out. He needed me to fight.
I thought hard. My legs weren't tied. I stood, dizzily and realized, these weren't cuffs. It was rope! I stepped around carefully until I found the wall. I backed up and did an about face. I shut my eyes tight even though I was already blindfolded and ran backwards. I felt a crack. So I did it again and again and again until at last the chair was shattered and the rope was free from the chair. I reached around sliding off the blindfold and mouth guard. That's when I heard to door knob rattle. And he walked in, looking especially angry. He stared at me. I stared back, frozen. "You just can't listen..." He grabbed my face. "Can you?" I stared at him. He smirked and then smacked me across the face. The impact shoved me to the floor. My nose was bleeding. I didn't care though. I ran. I was upstairs and forced the bathroom door shut and locked. He was bashing on it. I looked around and it sank in. This is someone else's house. Someone actually lived here. There were nice towels neatly folded and little Japanese soaps. I jumped when there was banging and screaming at the door. I back up at the wall terrified. Then I heard a shot and my eyes widened. He had a gun... And then I felt it. There was a stinging in my arm. I jumped up searching the drawers until I found what I needed. The people that live here will be so upset. I slipped over to the door waiting until I heard him and slowly opened it and was greeted by a shove into the wall and metal to my head. His eyes seemed like they were tinted red. I stared back determined to show I wasn't afraid. My neck was covered by his hands... But his was staring right at me. And that's when I took my chance and slid the razor, creating the first line on my canvas. Then one more time. He backed up holding his neck. I stared in shock at what I'd did. He fell to his knees, chocking on his own blood. I dropped the razor.
"Angel!" I turned in shock seeing an unfamiliar man. "I'm here to help you. Im Jason. I'm Tre', mike, and billie's friend." I smiled and ran towards him. His face turned scared. "Angel!" But that was too late. I heard it. It was loud. Louder than the first one shot. I looked down at the floor, seeing my blood now connecting with Richards. I turned, watching as the life left his eyes, but with that damn smirk plastered on his face. I couldn't let it end here. I forced myself to walk, fighting pain. But my knees gave out. Jason caught me as my sight blackened.

Billie's POV
I woke up. The cuffs were gone and I was looking around. It was dark now, and even darker as the memories flowed back. 'Angel may not make it' he said. I sat up and looked around, scared a doctor may jump out and stick me again. But he didn't. I stood and walked to the door and slowly opened it and peered out, making sure the coast was clear. Then I made my way to the lady at the counter. She didn't even look up to notice I was a patient. Figures. "Excuse me, is Angel Lanae signed in, by chance?" She sighed, seeming exahsted. Heh. Try running and fighting then getting a needle in your ass.
"Room 16. Intensive care. Nobody allowed at the minute up there." I ran that way anyways. I had to see what happened. I had to know. I reached the room and felt my breathing quicken. I really needed my anxiety medication before I looked. But I didn't get it. I looked in, and was in shock, awe, and terror. Doctors were surrounding. There was blood everywhere. Her hair was red. Her lips were swollen. Clear hand shaped bruises were on her neck and bruising around her wrists. Almost like mine but splotchier. Her face was bruised and her nose was bloody. I felt my knees give out. I couldn't faint no matter how it felt that I was going to. She was dying... Because I wasn't there to save her. Richard broke my angel... Richard. He did this. I had heaven.. And satan was sending that back to God. Why was he so fucking greedy? God couldn't let me keep my beautiful angel. He wanted her back. He didn't want me to be happy. I felt the tears falling. I was hyperventalaiting and punching the ground. I was then being lifted painfully. My thoughts blocked the shouting out. Doctors were swarming me, talking. I didn't hear them. I heard her voice repeating in my head over and over. All the sweet things she said. All her I love you's. Her laughs and giggles. I couldn't loose that. I needed that little piece of heaven to stay with me. I tried to reach the door but was pushed back. Tears were falling. I started screaming for her. I was being escorted back to my room in the hospital and pushed on my bed.
"Sir, you need rest. We will inform you when our doctors are finished." Thanks. When they're finished... I begged God for that to mean they'll bring her back to me. That she won't leave me. I couldn't loose her. I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't.
I fell asleep in my thoughts. When I woke up, it was day. I spun around and was surprised when I saw mike. He stared at me.
"The doctors said they had you on watch... You were up wandering and screaming." He said. I just wanted him to skip to what I needed to hear.
"I-is she..." I couldn't finish. But he smiled a bit.
"She's asleep and under some hardcore medicine. But they managed to patch her up. She's okay." I sighed but saw him frown.
"What is it? She's okay.." He sighed.
"Richard was dead. Slit throat." I blinked. "She fought a lot harder than I think anyone thought she could. And the court no doubt will say self defense. But..." He paused. "How do you think she's going to take that news? I mean I know Richard was back but... She's never been violent before." I stared at the ceiling... Processing. She finally protected herself. She fought for her life... But now she's probably going to beat herself up for it. That's how she was. She'd read about death all the time but she'd never do it herself to someone else. She'd be upset...
"I'll take care of her." Was all I could say. I was going to. I sat up and looked at the water mike brought me. I drank almost half of it, realizing for the first time in a while how thirsty I was. I couldn't stop smiling though. She was okay. She was going to make it. God protected her. Now I had a second chance to.

(Next chapter we will get to see how Angel is feeling now that we know that of course she's okay! Haha tell me whatcha think. Love ya!)