My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Chapter 4: move along like i know you do

{Billies POV}

"Mike you really had to go and make her fucking cry?" I spat at him, standing by the bathroom door; you could hear the sobs escaping her clear as day.

"Im on your side though!"

"My side? I dont have a side mike. I have patience and im waiting for her to come around. When shes ready, shes ready. You had NO RIGHT talking to my fucking kid that way."

"I had every right!" I looked back at tre.

"Tre, if mike talked to romana and made her cry, what would you do?"

"Clock him a good one in the jaw?" Tre said, crossing his arms. Mike looked between us like he was losing a battle, which he was.

"I was trying to get her to realize you havent done anything wrong to deserve the bitchy attitude!"

"You can do that without making her feel like shit." I said, glaring at him. I tapped on the door lightly and the sobbing continued.

"Saddie?...Can i come in?..."

"Go away!" It was almost a scream she was crying so much. The pain in her voice sounded a lot more like everything from a past hitting her now because of what mike said, more than crying because of what mike had said.

"I have an idea....go get my acoustic?..." I turned to tre and he did so. I saw down by the door and began playing good riddance, singing softly through the door. I could hear her sobbing calm down and eventually she opened the door; makeup smeared all over her eyes and cheeks, she was trembling more than an old woman trying to walk without help.

"Come here baby girl..." I said putting my guitar down. She broke once again and began sobbing very loudly; instead of slamming the door she fell into my lap and clung to me. I held her back just as tightly and began to rub her back.

"Shhhh.....its ok..." I said softly into her ear, holding her close and waiting for the crying to subside.

"Ill go make a cup of cocoa!" Tre said. She turned her head quicker than i was expecting.

"I cant have cocoa. Something in the powder mix....im allergic to something in it."

"Chocolate?" She shook her head.

"I love chocolate. Its just theres something they put in Miss Swiss cocoa mix that gives me violent vomiting and a migraine." He thought a moment and smiled.

"Ill just warm up some chocolate mile and put fluff on top! Same concept!" She chuckled softly in between sobs, before looking at me. It broke my heart to see her so broken, and it broke me even more to hear the words she had to say next:

"Im sorry i'm such a shitty brat....My mom always told me she wished shed gotten an abortion, because i'm so bitchy and bratty and....shitty....I-i'm sorry..." My eyes watered up and i pulled her into a tight grasp, holding her close as she sobbed.

"You didn't do anything hun....you mom had no right to tell you that shit. I know you're just going through a rough patch and with the way your mom treated you, im not shocked youre so scared. Shes wrong about you; you're beautiful, and you're pretty strong for having to deal with the abuse for all those years. You're not bitchy, or a brat. You're just scared and don't like sudden change, theres nothing wrong with that." She looked at me and i used my sleeve to wipe her cheeks and eyes of the make up that was running.

"Im kinda tired..."She muttered, shaking slightly still. I picked her up as i stood and she clung to me; i could tell it scared her. I laid her in her bunk and realized tre and mike had gone to their busses now; we'd pulled over at a gas station.