Too Much, Too Soon

Nine

~3 DAYS LATER~
*Billie's P.O.V.*
"What the fuck is your problem?" I looked to Trè, "nothing." I plucked the B string on my guitar and placed my finger on a fret. I continued to do this as he gazed at me. It sounded, one, shitty because the two notes playing weren't in the same key, and, two horrible because I was too fucking lazy to plug the damn thing in.

I looked up to him, "what the hell is your problem?" He laughed, "nothing. Seriously, what's getting to you?" I sighed and set my blue Stratocaster copy to the side, "I know...but I don't." He rolled his eyes, "God, you're a mess." I shrugged.

He sat by me, "have you ever thought of..."

~7 HOURS LATER~
*Hailee's P.O.V.*
It was late and I was locked up in this house. I wanted to be out, having fun; that seemed nearly impossible since he wasn't here.

"Can you get the remote?" I looked ay my dad, flabbergasted, "it's literally 3 feet from you." He rolled his eyes and stretched to grab it and turned the stereo down, magnifying the absence of movement in the room.

"Mom," I pleaded, "can I please go do something?" She set her magazine down and peered over to me, "what would you like to do?" I shrugged, "probably go to Stephanie's..." She cut me off, "you will not see her." The disgust and disapproval was evident in her voice as she said 'her.' "She is a waste of your time." I rolled my eyes; I didn't want to argue.

"You could go see that Justin boy," my mom stated. My dad interjected, "no boys." My mom carried on, "he's a boy you can trust," she shot a sneering glance at my dad; he didn't notice. "Or we can think of something to do here? Cards?" I shook my head, "no. I don't know. It's fine; whatever. I'll just sit here and waste my time." My mom got stern, "well, if you're going to have that attitude, go to your room. Goodnight." "But mom! Come on...Dad...?" He flipped a page in his book, "listen to your mother." A face of triumph washed over her face, "goodnight." I rolled my eyes, huffed and stormed off to my room.

I muttered meaninglessly as I entered my room, "little fucking bitch. I hate this house. I don't want this fucking family. I come here to build bridges and shit like that but all that happens is I still get treated like the shit they think I am. I'm going back to my real home. Tomorrow, I will leave." I opened my closet and grabbed the suitcase off of the top shelf. A paper fluttered down.

"What the?" I picked it up, recognizing it was a photograph. Tears began to well in my eyes. It was a photo of the day she, my sister, was born. I was sitting in a chair way too big for my small, toddler stature, and she was in my arms, asleep, calm, unaware to the chaotic world she was now apart of. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I took the photograph and placed it in the top compartment of my suitcase.

I didn't do much packing. I ended up rummaging through every drawer and small space in my bedroom. I found really honestly nothing.

It was nearly midnight. My parents went to bed two or three hours ago and I sat here, heart-aching and wide awake.

I heard a car door softly shut outside. I rushed to my window the quickly out towards the front door. I saw who it was and silently rushed towards the front door. I slowly closed the door behind me as I was slipping on my shoes.

I deftly moved towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me near, placing his lips against mine. I drew back slightly so I could speak to him, "why are you here? I'm so very happy that you are but why?" I kept my voice low, as did he. "I went fucking crazy without you."

I smiled, "I went crazier." His emerald green eyes looked into mine, "I love you. I don't know what I did without you before. I know now that I need you." I wrapped my arms tightly around him and put my head on his chest, "I love you too."

We stood there, in the cold and peaceful silence. "Do you want to go inside or something?" He answered softly, "yeah." I grabbed his hand and led him towards the door.

"No. Stay dog." My dog was jumping up and down, greeting us. "You're gonna wake her up." Too late. The hall light flicked on. I pushed Billie into the room to our right, gesturing for him to hide. He got the message.

"What are you doing up?" I answered my mom, "getting a glass of water. The dog got all hyper." She nodded and said half asleep, "well okay. Goodnight." "Night." She disappeared down the hall. I waited until the light shut off and the bedroom door closed to get Billie.

I grabbed his arm and we slowly started to move through the house. He leaned to me, "maybe this is a bad idea. I could go...somewhere. I don't want you to be in trouble." I shrugged, "it's whatever. Just we have to be quiet." He nodded his head, and I opened the door to my room.

"Are you going somewhere?" I closed the door, "huh? Oh," I saw my opened suitcase and the clothes laying around it, "yeah I was going to leave this hell hole I call a home." He came near me, "where were you gonna go?" I smiled, "my real home." His lips curved upwards, "fuck, I missed you so damn much."

"You seemed like you were getting along pretty well though," I said as I sat on the floor, flipping my Beastie Boys record around in my hands. He laughed and settled down next to me, "I thought the same about you. In all honesty, it was difficult you not being there. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of being with you."

I leaned over and kissed him. He put his arms around my waist and my hands moved up to his hair; he laid me down onto the floor and his body hovered over mine.

"Your parents may hear," he said as he softly kissed my neck. "To hell with them," I replied. And with that, my night began at one am.