Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 39: It's That Someday

Bandit's POV

I told Billie not to drive because he's hammered. It's still not smart to walk home but it's better than a car crash. We walked to his house talking about the night.

"Tré definitely put something in those drinks," I said.

"Oh I know, I don't know what the hell what though," Billie agreed. "Ah home sweet home." He opened the door for me and I went in.

I walked in his room and he shut the door. Before he turned around I wrapped my arms around him hugging him from behind. He turned around in my grasp and put his hands on my waist. He leaned in and kissed me.

It was a heated kiss. I wanted this to happen. I wanted to enjoy things like this. I removed Billie's shirt and he started pushing my pants off of me. He was now in his underwear and I was in a bra and underwear.

He laid me down on the bed and continued kissing me. He kissed my neck and chest. I lifted his chin back to my lips. His hands roamed my sides. He began to take off my underwear but I gasped and pushed him off me.

"Whoa, I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not your fault," I said realizing I was crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked scooting back closer to me.

"Nothing, I just... I just need to go," I said and got off the bed.

"Bandit, don't go," he grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry Billie, I can't do this," I pulled away from him.

"Please," Billie said suddenly hugging me from behind. "Stay."

"I don't know what to do," I let my thoughts out.

"Talk to me," he turned me around and hugged me. I let out sobs into his shoulder. "Please tell me what's wrong... what'd I do?"

"It wasn't you, this sounds really stupid but it was me. I can't handle things like this," we pulled apart from the hug.

"You're scared, that's it. I thought you weren't a virgin?" He asked.

"I'm not a virgin, I should be though," I mumbled.

"Wait, what? You should be?" He questioned.

"We all have bad pasts Billie," I looked down at the floor.

"You were raped?" He asked.

"I... uh... I guess you could say that," I continued to cry.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "By who? When?"

"You know the dumbest thing to do in these situations is question the person," I commented.

"I'm sorry, I want to know," he said and lifted my face.

"I don't know how to tell you," I cried.

"Bandit I'm sorry, I wanna help you. Help you forget or move on," he said. I know he means well, it's just hard.

"You can't forget something that continuously happens," I said.

"What?!" His eyes widened. "Bandit tell me."

"It's John," I blurted then put my hand over my mouth. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

"He... what-holy shit. Oh my god," he turned around and brushed his hand through his hair.

I broke down to floor crying. Why did I say that? Billie is trustworthy. I hope.

He ran back over to me and hugged me tight. "I'm so sorry," he said. After a few minutes of hugging and me crying, I wiped my tears and tried to choke down my emotions. "So... what exactly happens?" He asked.