Saved//Green Day

Chapter 24

Chelsea's POV

Everything was crumbling down. Just when I thought I was finally getting better, I was forced to go live with the female version of Satan. That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the fact that Billie didn't tell me that I wasn't even adopted or safe. I couldn't be mad at him for that because he did a lot for me to the point where I couldn't thank him enough. All I can really say is that it sucked.

"Chels? Take this," Billie began as he handed me his iPod and headphones, "You're going to need it more than I will. It has all my favorite songs and a few classical songs just for you...but I-I'm going to do everything and anything to get you home, okay?"

I nodded my head and hugged him before we walked down the hall. Adie offered to come with but she was far too upset to even walk, so Billie told her to stay with Jakob and Joey. It was nice to know she cared, unlike my mother. I hated having to call her my mother. She was a killer, not a nurturing person like Adie was. If anything, Adie was more of a mom to me in those last few months than my actual mom in my fourteen years of life.

Billie and I turned a corner and I saw her. She was sat down in a waiting room chair, faced to the side. Anger boiled up inside of me and I clenched my fists to the point where my knuckles turned white. But suddenly, fear struck me and I got the chills. I relaxed my hands and they loosely fell to my sides. Time seemed to be extra slow the closer we got to her, which was a negative and positive for many opposing reasons. Billie pulled me to his side and rubbed my arm.

"You're gonna do okay, kid," he said, his voice shaky, "I want you to call me with your cell phone if she hurts you in any way. And if it gets really bad to the point where you think I won't get to you on time, run back home as fast as you can."

I stopped walking and made Billie look at me. "Wouldn't I be better off dead? Maybe I should just run now. She-she won't notice if I leave now. I'll r-run back home and hide in the basement or something...yeah! That's what I'll do," I said.

"No, kid. I'm sorry, but you can't do that. We'd never be able to see you again, and you wouldn't be able to see any of us again. You don't want that, do you?" he denied my idea. "No...I wanna stay with you guys...I really don't want to go," I admitted quietly. "Don't let her get to you. She'll try to get you to think getting beaten is the right thing, or that killing people is correct. Just, don't listen to her no matter what. And if she does hit you, hit her back...but don't tell Adie I told you to do that, okay?" he responded.

"I guess I have to go now," I said as I teared up.

"You'll be okay. You're going to be in this family wether your mom likes it or not...I promise."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"Neither am I."

"Thank you...for everything...and for being more of a father to me than my actual father."

"Thank you for being the daughter I've always wanted," he said while pulling me into a tight hug.

"I love you," I mumbled into his chest.

"I love you too, Chels."

We pulled apart and he kissed my forehead and  produced a forced, sorrowful smile. I did the best I could to return the smile, but I couldn't; I was too upset and anxious. He hugged me quickly before walking me to my mother. She stood up and grabbed my arm to pull me close to her. Billie scowled at her but soon after looked as if he was pleading for her to give me back. She simply snickered and pulled me out of the hospital. Before we went through the sliding doors, I looked back and saw Billie crying his eyes out as his eyeliner dripped down his face.

Then we were gone, and I held back my tears. She threw me into her car and told me to buckle my seatbelt. "God! Did you gain weight? You look like a pig, Chelsea," she said with maniacal laughter. "Yes, I did gain weight. Guess whose fault that was? You were because I was actually underweight," a newfound confidence spoke for me. I knew she was about to blow, so I planned ahead and discreetly used my phone to record her. She slammed on the breaks and satanically sneered, "Listen here you little whore, you don't talk to me like that. If I ever hear you say that sh*t again, I'll kill you just like I killed your father." "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that, mother," I "apologized."

We drove home in silence and I secretly sent the recording to Billie. I turned my phone off and jammed it into my pocket. Once we arrived to her house, I planned on relaxing in my room, but I stopped in the hallway. The hallway where my father was killed. I sighed and closed my eyes as I walked into my room. I locked the door behind me and pushed my dresser in front of the door. If I was going to get killed, I was at least going to try to prevent it.

I turned my phone back on and saw that Billie texted back.

Billie: we are definitely winning this case chels. Good thinking

Me: Good. Can I come home now?

Billie: has she hurt u at all?

Me: No, but she yelled at me and called me names...Does that count?

Billie: sorry kid no. As much as I wanna talk u need to hide your phone. Just use ur phone for emergency for now

Me: Okay...

Billie: Love u kid

Me: love u too

And with that, I turned off my phone and laid down on my bed as I stared up at the ceiling. It reminded me of home. And no, my mother's house is not home. Home is with the Armstrong's, the Cool's/Wright's, and the Dirnt's/Pritchard's. All my mother's house was was another house on the street, it wasn't home whatsoever.

I wanted to run right then and there so I could go home, but I wasn't going to upset Billie. He had done far too much for me to ruin everything. I owed him. And I owed Adie as well. I owed everyone except for my mother.

A/N: Heyyy beautiful people!!! How are you all doing?? Man, can I just say that I am on top of the updates? I'm killin' it!

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-Victoria