My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Chapter 3: she gets so sick of crying

It had been at least an hour since id woken up, packed, and just left with billie. I didn't wanna argue. or be hit. or anything.

I had put on a green day t shirt i had cut into a crop top, black jean shorts with fish net tights, black fold over combat boots with floral print, and had my hair down now.

It was a long, quiet ride; the tension thicker than Nutella and the silence louder than static.
It wasn't even a car.
It was a tour bus actually; they were in the middle of tour so...go figure, right?

I was in a bunk in the side of the wall, about three feet tall and seven feet long. It was pretty comfortable, actually. But I was still upset. Billie told me i could smoke if i wanted, he'd given me ice for my cheek; by now it was purple and blue and had smears of blood on it. It was bad.

"Hey kid, are you hungry?" Tre spoke up, offering pizza. I stared for a moment and thought; i hadn't really eaten much today...

"Sure...." I said quietly. He stood up and walked a plat with two slices of pepperoni pizza over to me. I rolled onto my stomach and scooted down on the bed so i could eat in the bunk still.

"Thanks..." I said, taking the plate. He rubbed my shoulder and i flinched slightly. He gave a worried look.

"You ok?" I shrugged and took a bite.

Couldn't trust him, he was friends with my dad.

"Smoke after you eat; it'll help the food settle and calm your anxiety a bit. Maybe help the pain a bit, too." He said, gesturing to his cheek. I shrugged.

i only had two and a half blunts. That wouldn't last forever.

"Listen Saddie....your dad-"

"Don't." I spat. I didn't wanna get into that.

"Well we have a show tonight, if you smoke now, it'll be more fun. He got you a front row ticket..." I looked up, actually excited.

"H-he did?" Tre nodded, handing it to me. I took it gently and held it, staring at it in amazement.

"Whoa...." It came out such a small whisper, i could barely hear it myself. I set it down after a moment and continued to eat, fairly quickly i might add. Its been a while since i had pizza, and i was very hungry.

"So um, Saddie?" Billie spoke up after tre had sat down and i sighed.

"Yes?"

"Did....did your mom abuse you?" I let out a heavy puff of air.

"no....kind of....not really?...i don't know. Shes a drunk, and a slut. she just treated me more a roommate than a daughter. Ever since i was like 10." I shrugged and shoved myself away from the plate more, laying with my back to them.

"How often did she hit you?..."

"I don't wanna talk about it billie." I said. It was silent for a minute or so.

"You can call me dad, yknow..."

"We'll see...."

I rolled back onto my stomach and pulled the blunts out of the middle of my bra/cleavage.

"Is there an ash tray in here somewhere?..." I quietly asked, glancing around the buss room.