Just Pretend

Chapter 23: Help

Billie sat in the corner of the room, on the couch. He had crammed himself as close to the wall as he could and was relieved when Mike sat down next to him, effectively sandwiching him in.

But to his disgust, Adam sat opposite him and kept his steel glare on Billie as much as possible as Mike and Tré chatted away with the other stage hands.

Billie's heart was beating extremely fast as he picked at the label of his beer, staring down at his skull creepers. Suddenly Adam moved towards Mike and Billie and Billie grabbed Mike's arm, leaning into him as much as he could. Mike gave him a look as if to say 'chill the fuck out' and started chatting to Adam.

Billie sat for a while before nudging Mike. "Hold my beer?"

Mike nodded, taking it. "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom," Billie replied, heading to find them.

Eventually he did and went up to the urinal.

This is the only reason beers are bad.

As Tré burst in, he jumped. "Jesus Christ!" Tré laughed and leaned against the wall.

"Did I scare you again?"

"Fucking hell, if I wasn't already pissing then I would have pissed myself. Which begs the question, why are you watching me pee?" Billie asked, turning his head to look at Tré.

He shook his head. "I'm not. I just need to talk to you."

"Well, can it wait?" Tré nodded and Billie finished up then went to wash his hands, looking at Tré in the mirror.

"What's wrong with you tonight?" Tré asked suddenly, and Billie decided to ignore the question and instead focused on washing his hands. "Billie." He ignored the drummer again and Tré grabbed his wrist gently, turning Billie to face him. "Talk to me." He begged, using his eyes.

Billie sighed, biting his lip. "It's Adam. He.. He got really close and it made me uncomfortable."

Tré smirked as he held in a laugh, then he let it out as Billie's heart sank. "That's just how Adam is. C'mon man, he got us free beers."

Billie sighed, knowing that Tré believing him was not going to happen. "Right. Fine." He said, going back into the room.

He sat on the couch, suddenly feeling dizzy. Frowning, he pulled himself up and made his way back to the bathroom, his intention being to splash his face with some cold water and just get some air.

"Did you enjoy your beer?"

Billie flinched at Adam's voice for the second time that night and a hot flash ran though him as he realised what Adam meant, why he was feeling so weird.

Adam had drugged him.

Before Billie could react, Adam had grabbed him, covering his mouth. The drugs in Billie's system made it impossible to fight back so he just screamed, his plea's for help muffled by Adam's hand as he locked them both in a cubicle.

The sick bastard was all over him, and Billie did not want to be raped. There was nothing he could do, he was too weak and his vision was fading rather quickly.

As a last cry for help, he rattled the door using his foot, as loudly as humanly possible.