My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Ch. 12: She

I woke up with a full blast of memories from last night. I instantly felt a sickness and dark feeling in my stomach and head; anxiety pulling me
under once again. I was alone in bed, a note next to my head:

'Saddie, Had to go do some things, ill message you later. Enjoy the greenery-matt'

I sighed and set it on my night stand with a very shaky hand. The time on my clock said it was 11:24; I had no desire of going downstairs and trying to work things out with Jacob, or deal with being in a new house hold again. I needed time...

I locked my door and began changing, in which I kept staring at my wrists and thighs....

I had been through a lot; more than I wanted anyone to know. Especially here. I had scars, most covered by bracelets or foundation (I had taken a stage makeup class, as a result I could cover bruises and marks extremely well) and I had no intention of letting anyone see them or ask questions anytime soon.

I threw on a pair of plain black sweat pants, a grey tank top, a grey pullover hoodie, and threw my mess of hair into what I called my 'idgaf hair do'.

I knew I was going to have to eat, so I sighed and put the left over joint and blunt, along with the half smoked blunt, in my pocket in their baggie and went downstairs. I stepped into the kitchen; no one was here it seemed. I shrugged it off and got myself a glass of apple juice and made a piece of cinnamon toast. I sat at the table in silence with my hood on and ate my toast slowly, sipping the juice occasionally in between bites. It took me about fifteen minutes to gather the energy to get back up and put the dishes away. When I passed back through the living room area, I heard something in the nearby bathroom. Pausing, I listened from a distance.

"Its so unfair. All because some dumb fucking girl my dad is supposedly also father to and has some goddamn mental problems, I got grounded...Yeah dude. She fucking lost her shit. Its whatever, she deserved to get aborted anyways, shes a total bitch." I covered my mouth and slowly walked up the stairs; it was jacob on the phone in the bathroom. I'd assume he was using the time no one was home
for to talk to a friend, and he was infuriated at me because he was a dick to me?...

I locked myself  in my room and sat back against the door. After a few tears had fallen, I grabbed the acoustic Billie had given me and sat back down, strumming the acoustic chords to
P!nks "Long way to happy"

"One night to you lasted six weeks for me; just a bitter little pill now, just to try to go to sleep. No more waking up to innocence, say hello to hesitance to everyone I meet. Thanks to you, years ago, I guess I'll never know what love means to me, but oh..I'll keep on rolling down this road...I've got a bad, bad feeling!" I stopped playing and sighed; I'd probably be too scared to ever play live like Billie. Not unless he let me get completely and utterly blitzed before I went on.

I started strumming randomly and hummed a soft melody alone with it; out of utter boredom, at that. I heard my iphone go off (my galaxy is the one I had broken) and answered it without looking.

"Hello?"

"Saddie? Is that you? I've been trying to get ahold of you for a few days..." My heart sank and a frog choked up in my throat.

"R-ryan?" It barely came out a whisper and I gripped the phone tightly.

"What do you fucking want?" I spat it out and there was silence for a moment.

"Look, you had to have seen this coming. Just look at her and look at you. Shes got the perfect body, perfect hair, her personality is golden; you? you've got a little too much chub for my. liking. In addition to that, you're a major bitch, prude, and all you do is go on about music and your dumb ass cat! You're pathetic and a fucking waste of space." He hung up immediately and I dropped the phone; without thinking, I dropped the phone and screamed bloody fucking murderously loud, havoc waking and running over immediately, rubbing me and meowing. I had covered my face with my sleeves and screamed several more times; I proceeded to stand up and I punched my door about seven or eight times. Not only was there several major dents (not holes, thank god) but my knuckles split open, they were turning black and blue, the swelling had begun already, and it was shaking horridly. I was gasping slightly and put my hood down, my hair falling out of the bun and into my face as I stared at my hand and tried to get my shit together.

Thats when I realized there was frantic knocking at my door and several voices.

"Saddie let us the fuck in! Whats wrong!?" Billie.

"You screamed are you even up?! Did you hit your head or something are you alive!?" Tre.

"Saddie answer us!" Adrienne.

Followed by mike, who just kept saying my name. I looked at the blood dripping from my split knuckles and sighed. I quietly unlocked my door and sat on the side of my bed where I faced my window and had my back to the door, and wrapped my hand in a dirty shirt from the floor.

"C-Can billie come in? I-I need to t-talk to him.." I said it so softly, they murmured amongst themselves as if unsure I even spoke. I heard the door open and then close.

"Saddie? Are you okay? We went grocery shopping and to pick up the guys...jacob was in his room, so-"

"Ok, lets start there. I went downstars around 11:30 and had a piece of toast and some apple juice, on my way back to my room, I heard jacob running his mouth about me. Saying im the reason hes grounded, because i have mental problems and im a bitch...and whatnot. I feel like he took advantage of you being gone to talk to a friend on ghe phone." I heard nothing, then a sigh.

"Great. He went into the garage and stole his phone from the hiding place. Go on?"

"Pick my phone up from the flood over there. Go into previous calls and listen to the very last call I got."

"Dont you mean voicemails?"

"No, my phone was set up to record phone conversations because I didn't trust my mom. Just do it.". I heard my voice trembling still and I was still crying a little bit. My hand was in an excruciating amount of pain; I removed the shirt from it as the conversation played over speaker; after words I heard nothing and glanced over my shoulder and he looked infuriated, then he looked too me and was confused by the shirt; I held it up and revealed the blood soaking it, then held my hand up; he rushed over, nearly tripping on his feet, and inspected it, using the same shirt to soak up more dripping blood.

"Saddie my fucking god, we have to get you to a hospital. Now!"

Oh what fun that would be....
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Billies POV:

We sat in the waiting room, Addie yelling at Jacob for disobeying rules, not listening to his punishment rules, hurting saddies feelings, being a bully basically, and so on. I was pacing wondering why the fuck this ryan kid called her to say that rude fucking shit to my baby girl. Who the fuck did he think he was to do that? He would learn real fucking quick tha-

"Armstrong?" My head snapped up and I saw the Doctor, Saddie, and her hand in a cast.

"She needs to come back in six and a half weeks to have the cast removed."

"What was the damage?" I asked, her standing next to me now.

"She needed stitches across the split in her skin, some wood chunks had to be removed, broke her second and third knuckles, fractured the first." I sighed and nodded, walking out with her and the rest of them followed, Adrienne dragging Jacob by his wrist while he was red in the face from embarrassment and shame probably, Tre and mike were silent and Im sure felt awkward. Saddie walked beside me, shaking horribly and her fave was red and tear stained; her eyes were tired and she had dark circles, her hair was a mess; she looked absolutely miserable. I thought for a moment and turned.

"Hey, do you wanna see if Matt wanted to come over? Or maybe we can jam out? I can help you write your very first song?..." She smiled softly She got in the passenger seat of the car with me, Adrienne and Jacob sitting in the back; she didn't want him next to saddie and he'd be lucky to use the bathroom without being followed by joey per addies orders.

"I have a song written, actually. A hand full. And yeah, I just hope he isn't busy and can come hang out." I nodded and Tre and Mike followed us in their car, and we headed back to the house. She pulled her iPhone out with her good hand and dialed a number. She was biting her lip as soon as it was at her ear, as if she had a feeling he would be too busy.

Suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked relieved. 

"Hey matt! Its saddie..."