Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 52: Day Ruiner

Billie's POV

I woke up before Bandit did. She really is tired, she hasn't moved all night. She's like dead weight in my arms. I could almost swear she was a corpse.

Things still won't be fully back to normal but at least a I have some freedom. I'm going to use those couple hours after school to my advantage everyday that's for sure. Fuck, school starts again in three days.

I hate school. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. It's not my thing. I know the point is to learn stuff, but I never feel like I do. I just feel like I'm memorizing things I'll never need.

Music is where I belong. I know it's where I belong. I hate going to school but for years I loved going to guitar lessons. I learned so much about the intricate instrument. I also love the history behind it. There's just some much freedom in it all together.

I felt Bandit squirm slightly so I loosened my grip and her head lifted off the pillow. She looked at me with squinted eyes that had eyeliner all around them. Her hair was a mess and she had marks on her cheek from laying on the same spot on the pillow the whole night. Yet she's still stunning.

"Morning," I said softly.

"Hi," she said blankly, oh no she's mad.

"You alright?" I asked.

"I'm just tired still, planes fuck me up," she replied with a thick tired voice. "Has my mom called for me or has John tried to break in?"

"Nothing at all," I shook my head.

"Good," she exhaled. "What time are you going home?"

"Seven is the curfew," I answered.

"Well then we got a day, let's use it!" She sat up. "And back down..." she laid down, "I thought I had energy."

I laughed at her, "I can see that. It's only ten we got time."

"At least we got days together," she smiled at me.

"Yeah," I returned the smile.

I heard the door slam down stairs. Bandit's head shot up off the pillow. I grabbed her arm so she didn't run off and get into a fight with John. "Where the hell were you?!" Bandit's mom yelled. A few seconds later, "with who?!"

"None of your fucking business alright?!" John began yelling.

"I'm your wife! It sure as hell is my business," Her mom started then I heard a glass shatter.

Bandit pushed my arm off her, "I have to go." She got up and went to the door.

I got up and grabbed her, "You're only gonna get hurt."

"She's my mother," she said.

"Bandit," I pushed her sleeve off her shoulder revealing the bruise she showed me earlier this week, it hasn't started to heal yet. "You shouldn't have to take this, I'm not saying she should either but..."

"You can't stop me," she pushed me off of her, "and if you go down there and get in the way you're only gonna make it worse." She ran off down the stairs.

"Shit," I exhaled and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Stop!" I heard Bandit yell. I heard a bang. I'm not sitting and listening to this. I opened the door and ran downstairs. I saw John holding Bandit by her hair and saying something through gritted teeth that I didn't even listen too.

"Get off her," I pushed him off Bandit and into the wall. He smelled of strong alcohol, his eyes were dead with black circles underneath them, his skin was pale and sweaty, he was a disgusting mess.