Chapter One

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On the corner of Main and Oak street, on the tenth floor, room 307, Adrienne Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong's wife, rushed into the hospital room her husband was checked in.

When she saw him, her eyes instantly filled with tears. She had no idea why he was even there, hooked up to a heart monitor and breathing tubes, but there he was, laying there asleep, barely breathing.

Adrienne looked up at the heart monitor. It was nearing flat, but his heart was still pumping. She walked closer to his hospital bed. Billie's face was covered with bruises and scares. He was breathing though his mouth, revealing his tongue, which, surprisingly, even had bandages.

"Oh my poor baby. How did this happen?" Adrienne was on the verge of tears, seeing Billie like this. All she wanted to do right now was hug him, but to her sorrow she was unable.

She thought about what he was doing before he ended up here, but the last she remembers was when Billie was about to hang out with Mike and Tre.

That's it! Billie went out with Mike and Tre two nights ago. She thought maybe she should call them, ask them what happened. Adrienne then began pulling out her phone to call up Mike, when suddenly...

"Mrs. Armstrong." the doctor said, walking in the room "There's two more visitors here. Can they come in or would you like more alone time with your *ahem* husband?"

'Mike and Tre' Adrienne thought to herself 'It better be them visiting'

"Who are the visitors?" She asked the doctor with a slight smirk on her face.

"Michael Pritchard and Frank Wright III" He answered, looking the clipboard to confirm.

"Yes. Let them in." Adrienne replied satisfied she could question them about the hang out

The doctor let the two guys in, then walked over to check Billie's heart rate, but what he saw was not pleasing.

"No no no, not good.." he said under breath. He took a note, then walked out, with a worried expression on his face.

Mike and Tre ended their conversation and tuned in to Adrienne and Billie, but their faces instantly became red the second they saw him in his hospital bed, hooked up to the equipment to keep him alive.

They both avoided looking at Billie and eye contact with Adrienne, who was staring at them, dead in the eyes.

"Well, well, well..." She started, trying to make them feel guilty. "If it isn't the two guys who weren't responsible enough, even for their own friend" Adrienne was definitely disappointed that three grown men couldn't be responsible for one night and not get into trouble. She had full trust in them from the start, but now it was getting less and less.

Adrienne has always been a little "on edge" whenever Billie, Mike, and Tre hung out. Maybe because she was scared they would go drugs, get high, and do something would that would come back and bite them in the asses or maybe she was scared some crazy fan would kidnap them and she would never see them again. Just the thought of that happening made her want to cry.

Mike started to speak "Look, Adrienne, we're..."

He was cut off by Tre "We're really sorry about Billie."

The moment it slipped out of his mouth, he knew it was a really shitty apology. The both of them knew that apology wasn't enough to fix the situation. So they both looked back at Adrienne to see how she felt.

Adrienne looked down and sighed, she loved Mike and Tre, they were great, but right know she just wanted straight answers. She asked them for one simple story

"Guys" Adrienne started "please tell me what happened last night and why Billie is so injured."

She had a "Im for real guys, no joke" look on her face. At that moment Mike and Tre both looked at each other, trying to remember the night, but they were having trouble. Too many drinks they supposed

"Uh... We don't really remember what happened." Tre shrugged, a little embarrassed

Adrienne definitely didn't trust them now when it came to drinks and partying.

Mike didn't want her to be upset, so him thinking he was the most sensible in the group, thought he could remember the most since he did the least amount of dumb actions. He thought really hard, 'Ok Mike, think past the drinks and cigarettes. What Happened?!' After what felt like 30 minutes of thinking, a thought finally came. He had his story.

"I remembered something about that night, here's what happened.."




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