Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 44: Spring Break Night One

Quick a/n: I know I'm jumping time a lot but I feel like the book is getting long. Too long. I do have a sequel in mind though. Thoughts on that?

Anyway I'm gonna be jumping around so we get the important details instead of dragging everything out. Okay? Okay.

Bandit's POV
One Month Later

I zipped up my suitcase and smiled. Leaving tomorrow, a break for six days. Six whole days of not dealing with John's bullshit. Six whole days of Gerard and Mikey. Six whole days without Mike, Tré, and Billie.

I rarely see Billie anymore. I don't even know if we still have a relationship. When I do see him he's him for the most part. He hasn't played guitar in months and is always complaining about it. He hasn't gone out in months. He's stuck in that house.

He looks like he's almost deteriorating. He's super skinny, scary skinny. I know it's due to lack of food but it scares me. I talked to his sister and she's trying to go grocery shopping more but no one has the money.

Last week he had a black eye. I know what that jerk is doing now. I've figured it out. Are all stepfathers the spawn of Satan?

John has also gotten worse. I realized my mom has been trying to sober up. So she's a little more moody and tired but she's not as dumb anymore, she's actually aware of what she's doing. So now she argues with John more because it turns out they have very different opinions. It started when Billie came over and she disagreed with how his parents are.

John started hitting my mother. Badly. I try to take the hits for her because she's not a strong as she used to be. She won't leave him though.

I don't know why she left my father. My dad is pretty decent person in my opinion. He's got a decent job, doesn't abuse women, and isn't an overall asshole. But that's only my opinion.

I heard a knock at my window. Everything in me hoped that it was Billie but I knew it wasn't. I turned my head and saw Mike. I slid open the window and let him.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hi," he replied. "All packed I see."

"Yeah, six days!" I jumped.

"That's great, Tré and I are going to Gilman tonight you in?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah, let's go," we left through my window and met up with Tré outside.

"First night of break you losers! You get a week with me!" He grinned.

"I'm leaving remember," I told him.

"Aw fuck!" He said. "I got my Mikey Man, we'll be good."

"Don't miss me too much," I laughed.

"Try not to, we're losing the group left and right here," Mike said as we got in Tré's car.

"Feels weird not being in Billie's car all the time," I commented.

"Poor Billie," Mike sighed.

"Bandit I think you need to go save the boy in distress," Tré said.

"If only," I leaned on the window. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up to Gilman Street.

"Operation Ivy tonight!" Mike cheered

"Woo!" I cheered and we entered the club. We squeezed our way into the middle of the mosh pit. Jumping and screaming to the music.

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"That was fucking sick," Mike said as we got in the car.

"Nothing better than a night at Gilman," Tré grinned.