~No One Knows~ A Green Day Story

•Chapter Five•

*Velvet’s  POV *
I couldn't handle it any longer. This bus was driving me crazy and I needed fresh air. Hell with sitting here doing nothing, I was gonna walk around and see what trouble I could get into.

I pull on my sneakers and walk into the front of the bus, the guys all hanging around. They stop talking as I walk by, my head held high as I pretended my brother didn't exist.

"Where do you think you're going? Hey! Get back here!" Billie yells for me and I look over my shoulder at Mike.

"Did you hear something?" He sends me a look that pleads with me not to start and argument, and thankfully Billie let's it go.

"Go with her. Make sure she doesn't get herself put in jail again. Or worse" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you mean better?" Billie never looks at me and Mike forces me to walk down the stairs and out into the wet street with him.

I guess I hadn't realized that it rained earlier.

"Do you really have to create drama again, Velvet? Why can't you be civilized and normal and just forget about him? You don't have to go and start something every time something doesn't go your way" Mike's words sting, but I don't let them affect me.

"You know, it doesn't surprise me that you'd go and take his side. He is your best friend after all and you never gave one single fuck about me. None of you did, so I don't wanna hear what you think I should and should not do" I walk faster, leaving him behind me.

"You're so naive. If you had a brain in your head you wouldn't be saying that. I'm the only who's ever cared about you. But you're too caught up in your own little world, doing all your drama and drugs to notice" I shake my head, not turning around.

"You're wrong. My father cared about me-" My arm snatches back and I almost lose my balance, meeting his blue eyes.

"You're father's dead..." I snatch my arm away violently and turn around so sharply that my hair smacks the side of my face.

I cross my arms and begin walking faster as thunder echoes throughout the sky.

"You know what. Maybe if you had a brain in your head you would've helped me while my brother was choking me. If you had a brain you wouldn't side with him on every decision he makes. If you had a brain you could speak and think for yourself. If you had a brain you wouldn't have spoken so lowly to me! But you don't and I have to put up with another person in my life who doesn't want or care about me!" I didn't hear him reply and after walking and turning on a street with no word for him, my heart plummets into my stomach.

Turning around, he wasn't behind me and I didn't know how to get back to the bus. Being my ignorant self, I walked myself into another bad situation. That's all I knew how to do. Maybe i was the one who didn't have a brain.

Walking quicker and trying to dodge the fat rain droplets, I count every person I see as a suspect.

Seeing tall blonde hair, I run up behind the person and feel relieved.

"Mike?" The person turns around and the relief i felt is replaced by fear, seeing the guy who eyes me at the booth like I was candy.

What did I tell you? Danger must be my middle name.

"Baby cakes! What are you doing out here without your friend? Are you lost?" He has a mischievous grin and I cringe when he lifts his hand to touch my wet face, the rain becoming a downpour where I could only see him in front of me.

I was shivering now, afraid and cold and wondering where Mike was.

"Uh, I... um...I, my friend...he's just over there...somewhere...I can find him" I couldn't even talk. I wanted Mike to find me, I wanted my Dad to come rescue me and hold me while I cried.

"Such a pretty mouth, soft lips. Say, come back to mine and we can put them to good use, yeah?" I felt so weak that I wanted to spill my breakfast onto the ground with the thought of what he was suggesting.

"C’mon baby. Give daddy a blow, what do you say?" I shake my head, my lips quivering as the tears mixed with the rain on my cheeks.

"N-n-no. No" I shook my head violently, pulling my wrists away from his grasp.

"You're such a young fresh piece of meat" He purrs, making me sick.

"Mm, yeah. She's got nice tits too, Dale. She's making me hard just looking at her" Hearing a voice coming from behind me, a tall guy presses himself against my back and grabs my chest with his hands.

I shriek and struggle, crying as I managed to get myself free and watched as they laughed in front of me.

I sob as I run, not able to see where I'm going from the tears and rain. I turn a corner and come in contact with something hard, my palms scraping against the asphalt as I fell on top of the person.

There's a groan and a wince and i open my eyes to see mike underneath me, holding the back of his head in pain.

"Where the hell were you? I stopped to get an umbrella and you vanished. You weren't out making trouble for yourself were you?" I had never been so happy to see someone in my life, especially after a fight.

I breathed out a hard breath and close my eyes, finally feeling safe.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Velvet, what's wrong? Tell me" He demands, an older couple walking by before i can catch my breath.

"Look at that, Harold. You can't even walk downtown in this city anymore without seeing kids screwing on the sidewalks" A laugh escaped me at the elderly woman's frail voice, and her husband held the umbrella higher as they walked hand in hand.

"You don't know how glad I am to see you right now" He sits up, helping me off the sidewalk as i winced from my hands.

Holding my palms out, we look at them together, the rain water making the blood smear and run.

"Let's get back to the bus where we can clean these up. You need some dry clothes and then you can tell me what happened" I nod even though I wasn't completely sure I wanted him to know what happened.

I was sure however that I didn't want to lose him and run into those guys again.

Grabbing his hand with my bloody one, I made sure we wouldn't lose each other. And he felt the same way, judging by his tight grasp.