Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 40: Take A Dive Into His Life

Quick a/n: I'm going to be going more into detail about Bandit, Billie Joe's, Mike's, and Tré's home situations more in the story now. I'm just doing this now since Bandit's big secret came out so now they'll trust each other more. So now we'll see what's shaped them and everything. If that even made sense...

Billie's POV

I woke up the next morning with Bandit next to me. I only want to kill John even more now. How do you do something like that to someone?

I heard Bandit yawn and I looked down at her and saw her eyes flickering open. "Morning," she said.

"Morning," I replied.

"I need a sleepy day," she hugged me.

"Agreed," I nodded.

"Do you have any Tylenol?" She asked.

"I'm all out, sorry," I told her.

"Ah fuck," she said.

"I'm sorry," I told her again.

"It's fine, I'm going back to bed," she snuggled up in the blanket.

"Billie Joe!" I heard my stepdad yell to me.

"Aw shit," I whispered. I got up and put my sweatpants and tee shirt on. I walked out to the kitchen, "yes?"

"Who's here?" He asked.

"Bandit," I answered.

"Why's she always here? She has a house to," he shook his head.

"Because I want her here," I told him.

"Well we cant have sleepovers all the time," he rolled his eyes. I shook my head and gave him a blank stare. "So what is she, you're girlfriend now?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Hmm, she's your girlfriend and she's spending a ton of nights here, her parents must love that," he sighed.

"They don't seem to care," I sat down at the table. This is gonna be a while.

"Well I care, I don't want you getting some girl pregnant," he told me.

"Just because she's my girlfriend and she's sleeping over doesn't mean we're having sex," I explained.

"And I find this in your room," he pulled out my bag of weed. Does he just go through my room?! "You better shape up kid, you'll be digging ditches."

"Why were you in my room?" I asked.

"Because your mother and I both agree that your behavior is only getting worse," he said.

"She did not say that," I stood up.

"She did, now I want your girlfriend gone and you're not allowed at that dumb club anymore," he told me.

"My girlfriend is the only reason why my grades are getting better so she should stay," I argued.

He stood up and grabbed me by my shirt, "Listen kid. I make the rules not you. I want her gone and I'm taking that damn guitar too." My eyes widened, I wanted to protest. He can't just push Bandit away and take Blue. "Go," he pushed me.

I walked back to my room. "Bandit," I shook her shoulder.

"What?" She groaned.

"I'm really sorry my stepdad is being an ass and you have to go home," I told her and sat on the bed.

"Oh okay," she sat up. My eyes widened when I saw she was only wearing a bra and underwear.

"You're being very understanding," I said.

"Because I know how it is, remember when John kicked you out about a hundred times," she put her clothes on. "And don't stare next time ya dork!"

"Oh," I blushed. "So there's a next time is what I'm hearing?"

She rolled her eyes. "So you grounded or something?" She asked.

"Basically he'll get worse once you leave. He's taking Blue," I put my face in my hands.

"Well what if I take Blue instead. Then you can play whenever you can come over," she suggested.

"Smart," I stood up and put Blue in a case and handed the guitar to her.

"Don't let him get in your head," she told me and gave me a hug.

"I'll try. Again, I'm sorry about last night," I told her.

We pulled back from the hug and she gave me a weak smile. "Thanks Billie."

"I'll see you tomorrow," I cupped her face.

"Okay, bye," she said, I pecked her lips.

"Bye," I walked her out. I watched her walk away and I felt my stomach turn. I'm now alone with this raging asshole and she's alone with John.

"What's going on?" My mom came downstairs.

"I was just telling your son what we discussed last night," my stepdad said.

"You agree with this stuff?" I looked at her.

"Billie honey you know how I feel about you staying out late and having girls here all the time," she said.

"Not 'girls' a girl and nothing is going on. We literally fall asleep, wake up, eat, then go out with Mike and Tré," I explained.

"We don't know that," my stepdad said. I kept looking at my mom who wasn't giving me any reaction at all.

"Why are you doing this all of the sudden?" I sighed.

"Your principal called, you've missed over four weeks of school. You're this close to being held back," my mom said holding up here fingers showing a small space.

"So you're grounded," my stepdad said, "go to school, come home, do your work and no going anywhere. We'll let you out sometimes but not everyday and night. No more 'get togethers' on the weekends. No Gilman, no guitar, and no girlfriend."

"So I'm basically staring at a ceiling the whole weekend now," I said.

"If you shape up some of these rules will disappear or get lighter, but you're stuck in this until the end of the school year," my mom told me.

"It's January," my eyes widened.

"Better fix yourself up, now go get that guitar," my stepdad said.

"Not here," I shrugged.

"What?" They both said.

"Left it with someone," I told them.

"Who? I spent a lot of money on that guitar," my mom said.

"In trusted hands," I said trying not to sound as mad as I was.

"Who?" My stepdad pressed.

"Bandit," I said.

"Billie Joe," my mom rolled her eyes.

"I trust her more with it than I trust myself with it," I said. "Especially since you'd just put it somewhere and it would just get all messed up."

"Just go to your room," my mom said shaking her head. I walked away into my room. I latched the lock and laid on my bed. Well I'm screwed beyond belief.