The police told me to stop trying. She's probably dead, kid, give it a rest, they told me. I wasn't going to give up. Rikkie needed me. I couldn't let her die. I knew she was still alive somewhere. She had to be.
*meanwhile*
*back to Rik's POV*
It's cold and it's almost pitch black in this room he leaves me in. I don't know if he'll come in today. I don't like when he comes in. He beats me up and does terrible things. I can't risk falling asleep until I'm sure he won't come. He gets angry when I'm sleeping. He says he likes to hear me scream out. Tells me to scream louder. Tells me nobody can hear me anyway. Tells me that there's nothing left but this place. That no one's coming for me. In the first month or two I didn't believe him, but now, I figured I was going to die here in this dark room by myself. The very thought of it makes me cry. The first time I cried he got mad and smacked me. He told me to cry when somebody cared. I tried to hold in my tears after that but when I couldn't handle it and I was sure he wouldn't see, I'd cry silently to myself, letting what he said get to me. I want to go home. Back to my friends, Mike and Bones. He told me that my so called friends didn't care about me. They never did. I needed to get home...
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Billie's Extroadinary Girl (somewhat of a Green Day fanfic)
Fanfictionthis story is in the perspective of my OC, Rikkie, who meets a blue haired punk from down the street named Billie Joe who introduces her to his friends Mike and Trè. The 4 of them endure a cocky football jock named Ethan and his friends who constant...
