Saved//Green Day

Chapter 8

Billie's POV:

"I thought you've only heard classical music," I reminded Chelsea.

"I have. What are you talking about?" Chelsea asked confusedly.

"That song you just played was our song," I answered honestly.

"My dad taught me that one so I didn't know it wasn't a classical song," she told us quietly.

Her dad knew that it was wrong to keep Chelsea locked away! Why didn't he do anything about it?! She could've been a normal teenager! Instead, now she's depressed and scared! What a selfish bastard!

"What do you mean when you say 'our song?'" Chelsea asked while slightly tilting her head.

"Well...we...its...so there are these people called artists and when they're multiple artists that write songs together, they're called a band. A band is sorta like a group of composers but they sing and play instruments, and sometimes they write their own music like we do. I know its kind of hard to understand but that's the easiest way that I can explain it," I told her, trying to make it easy to understand.

"I sorta understand it but what's singing?" she asked.

"It's just like talking except you talk in different ranges and use your lungs a lot more," Mike explained happily.

"I know the piano is an instrument, but what other instruments are there?" Chelsea questioned us.

"There's drums, which by the way are my favorite, guitars, basses, tambourines, banjos, violins, trumpets, cellos, symbols, triangles-" Tre began.

"Triangles are shapes," she interrupted Tre.

How are we going to show her all instruments? How are we going to show her every genre of music? This is going to be nearly impossible! I'm going to have to try my best to do this! We all are.

"But there's an instrument shaped like a triangle and it makes a dinging sound," Mike stated.

"I'll just stick with the piano for now," she said before playing again.

For the next twenty minutes, she played piano until Adrienne came downstairs. I walked over to Adrienne and hugged and kissed her. Chelsea immediately stopped playing and looked afraid of Adrienne.

How could anyone be scared of Adrienne? She's the most understanding, loving, awesome woman on the planet. She's perfect so how could Chelsea be afraid of her? She's nothing like Chelsea's mom!

"If you guys want, there's some breakfast upstairs," Adrienne calmly said.

Tre and Mike stood up and looked at Chelsea with questioning eyes. She nodded her head and got off of the piano bench. I didn't realize it until she began to walk, but she was way too skinny. You could partially see her rib cage, her elbow bones showed, and her stomach's width was only about four inches. She was shaky and weak when she walked and she moved slowly.

Did her parents ever feed her?! Kids are supposed to have a little bit of fat and muscle but Chelsea has none! How could her parents do this to her?! She can't fend for herself! She's just a kid!

"When's the last time you've eaten?" Mike asked, taking the words out of my mouth.

"I got a meal about two to three times a week, and sometimes when I got an A on a test, I got an extra meal," Chelsea answered nervously.

"Well from now on you're going to have a few meals everyday," Adrienne said while putting her hand on Chelsea's back and guiding her up the stairs.

We all went upstairs and into the kitchen to eat. Adrienne got a plate for Chelsea and began to get a spoonful of eggs, a couple pieces of bacon, and a piece of toast to put on her plate. When she handed the full, heavy plate to Chelsea, she sat down and began to scarf the food down, still with manners. She sat up straight and put a napkin on her lap with her feet flat on the ground.

"Billie, aren't you gonna eat?" Tre asked me.

I didn't realize it but the whole time I was in the kitchen, I was being observant of Chelsea. It was so unusual that I couldn't help but look.

"Yeah," I said as I began to get a plate.

Chelsea got up from her chair and brought her plate to the sink. She turned the water on hot and grabbed a sponge. She began to clean her dishes thoroughly and Adrienne got up to help her.

"Here sweetie, I'll clean them for you," Adrienne offered calmly.

"A-Are you sure?" Chelsea asked with her voice shaky.

"Yeah, trust me," Adrienne smiled while taking the dishes from Chelsea.

Chelsea wrapped her arms around Adrienne and gave her a hug. Adrienne hugged back and Chelsea let out a sob of happiness and relief. When they both let go of each other, Chelsea walked out of the kitchen and up to her room.

"How on earth, could someone do that to a kid?" Tre asked angrily.

"Some people are sick," Adrienne said while shaking her head.

"What do we do?" Mike asked worriedly.

"She's basically just like a newborn baby, so we have to teach her what everything is," I replied with a sigh.

"She was homeschooled so I'm pretty sure she has academics down, so we already have one thing out of the way," Tre said hopefully.

"She partially has music down so that's another thing out of the way," Mike reassured everyone.

"Maybe we should get her a therapist," I suggested, totally off topic.

"A therapist? What for? She doesn't seem to need one," Adrienne pointed out.

"When the adrenaline rush is all gone, she's going to be facing reality and realize how shitty this whole thing is. Just like when my dad died," I explained calmly.

"Then we'll wait until that happens, but for now she is okay and won't need a therapist for awhile," Tre said.

"I guess you're right," I openly admitted.

"Right now we're focused on her wellbeing, got it?" Adrienne asked sternly.

"Yeah," Mike, Tre, and I answered in unison.

A/N: So IDK if this chapter was any good so I'm sorry if it wasn't! Thank you guys for all of the votes and reads! XOXO