Those Green Eyes

Chapter Seven

Tre:

Nine years ago my life changed forever.

I heard a knock at my front door, I dropped my soda and pulled my lazy ass off the couch to open it.

"Melanie? What are you doing here?" I started fixing my hair and adjusting my shirt, trying to appear presentable but something told me she could of given a fuck less about how I looked.

"Tre.. Oh my god.." She gasped between sobs. I had never seen someone so pained before. Her hands covered her face in embarrassment as I pulled her into the house. "What's going on?" I asked in full on panic mode now.

"God somebody fucking help me.. I don't know what to do.. Why me.." She was pacing back and forth crying so hard it turned into hyperventilating.

"Mel I can't understand you, you're gonna have to calm down.." I rubbed her back trying to soothe her.

Everything was silent. "I'm pregnant Tre! I'm fucking pregnant!" She screamed. For a moment the world stood still. Flashes of all that we had accomplished as a band, our future.. It was all gone. Instead I pictured Billie holding a newborn in his arms, choosing his new wife and child over a world tour.

Green Day was non existent, I'd be stuck in Oakland for the rest of my life. A poor sad alcoholic wasting away his talent.. Well not if I had any say in it.

"Shit!" I yelled, searching my stoned mind for an answer, any answer at all. "You need to have an abortion.. It's the only option.." I was trying hard to slow down. Melanie had hit the floor on her knees. "That's not an option at all Tre! I will not kill my child!" The sobs continued.

"Everything is ruined, my future.. Billies future.. I've fucked everything up." She was shaking her head in disbelief. "My parents.. Oh god my parents.. They can't know about this!" She yelled again. I had now started on my own path of pacing around the house. That's when it hit me.

"Wait here." I ran up the stairs and after a few minutes returned with a thick envelope.

"What is this?" She asked confused. Her eyes widened as she opened it and peeked inside. "Tre.." Her voice was low now.

"Take it. It's all I have but it's yours."

I forced back tears. She nodded in agreement. Ill never forget her blood shot eyes.

"What do we tell Billie?" She asked. "Nothing." I responded unable to think of anything better at the time. She understood it was a silent arrangement between the two of us. We hugged and just like that she was gone. I was last person to ever see Melanie Grant again.

I never received a phone call, a picture or even a letter but I figured it was better off that way. The day she left was the day I realized I was the most selfish man in the world. For nine years we managed to keep a secret with zero contact one so ever.

In the envelope was $15,000 cash. It was my life savings.