Trillie one shots

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Tré's POV

I went to Billie's house three times this week and his stepfather was always drunk. I've never seen him sober. The worst part about that is what he does to Billie. He tries to hide it, but I accidentally saw him getting changed at my house the other day and man, his entire torso was bruised and he had cuts on the left side of his chest.
I love him so much and it really hurts me to see what his stepdad did. But every time I tried to talk he just changed subjects or snapped at me. It also didn't help that we almost never saw Mikey.
Since Mike had to transfer schools last year we could only see him on the weekends but he still called me every day.
My phone rung, speaking of the devil.
'Hi Mikey' I sat up from the bed and stared at the shelves on the opposite wall.
'Hey Tré, you got a minute?' His voice was shaking.
'Yeah' My eyes where fixed on the Ramones vinyl Billie had given me, which was now sitting on the shelf.
'Is Billie with you?'
'No, should he be?'
'No, no. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about him. Is he ok? He seemed a little down the past few weekends'
'Yeah, I noticed. I think it has to do with his stepdad-' He didn't let me finish.
'I swear if that son of a bitch lays a hand on him-' But I didn't let him finish either.
'Mike, listen. He has. Billie won't talk to me about it but his torso is all covered up in bruises. I-I don't know what to do man' I broke down crying.
'Well there's gotta be something we can do?'
'How?! You don't live near us anymore'
'I know, that's why i'm driving to your house right now'
'What?!!'
'Yup, meet me out front in ten minutes, we're going to Billie's' He hung up.
I got out of my pyjamas and I grabbed my keys. I went outside and sat by the door until Mike was parked out front.
I jumped up and walked quickly towards the car. He got out and hugged me before I could say hi.
'Lets go, it's late and his stepdad is most likely heading home' I warned him and got on the car.
It was a quick trip so we didn't have much time to talk.
'Tré?' Mike asked without getting his eyes off the road. 'Where's his mom? Is she ok?'
'I guess, Billie's stepfather got her a job but it was far from here so she moved in with her sister. So now he has the house and Billie'
'Oh fuck me' The stepdad's truck was parked outside the house.
We parked near the corner and headed to the back of the house to snick in through the kitchen window.
Billie was doing the dishes and he saw us trying to get in.
'Guys what the fuck are you doing at my house?' He looked really tired.
'Billie we-' I tried to speak but he interrupted me.
'No! No way. You guys need to get out now. If John sees you he'll kill you' He put a dish on the counter a little to strong and it made a loud ass noise. Billie's stepdad came to kitchen and Mike and I ducked.
'Who the fuck are you talking to, faggot?'
'No one. I-I was just singing, y'know'
John grabbed Billie by the arm and pushed him down on the ground. He started kicking him on the side and we heard Bill scream in pain.
'Ok enough!' Mike stood up and went in through the window. I followed.
Mike was a little taller than John and a lot sober, so he didn't have any problems jabbing him aside. They started throwing punches at each other.
Billie was lying on his side with his hand over his stomach. I took my chance and run up to him.
I helped him get on his feet and he just let out a cry. I took him upstairs to his room. I took his phone and called the police.
A car was outside the house in five minutes but by the time they got here, Mike already had the guy on the ground. The cops took him away. They came and wrote down our statements, including Bill's, who could barely talk.
After the cops left we just sat on Billie's bed in silence.
'Guys?' Mike and I looked at Bill. 'Thank you so much. Really'
'It's no biggie' Mike said with a smile on his face. I just pulled him closer and gave him a hug.
Billie saw Mike looking at the clock. 'I know it's late, y-you can go'
'I mean-'
'Man it's one in the morning, i'll take care or Bill'
'Thanks guys' He gave Billie and I a hug and left after saying goodbye. I locked the door after him and headed back upstairs with a glass of water for Billie.
'Here' I handed him the glass and he drank the whole thing.
'Thanks' He said and put it down on his night table.
'I think im gonna change into my pyjamas' Billie struggled to get out of bed so I helped him out.
'Do you want help getting changed?' I offered but Billie just looked down. 'Listen, I know you don't want me to but I can help you'
'Ok, thank you' I helped him sit back down and I grabbed his pyjamas.
He changed his pants first and then I helped him take off his shirt. He held his breath as I did so and he just closed his eyes.
'Billie-I' I run my hand through the cuts on his chest. 'Are you ok?'
He opened his eyes and nodded. 'I'm just so afraid' He leaned on me and started crying. I hugged him and pulled him in closer. 'it's ok. he's not coming back'
After he calmed down I helped him put on his shirt and helped him lay down.
'Tré?' He laid his head on the pillow.
'Yes?' I sat down on the bed.
'Listen, this is probably the worst of times to say this,  but I like you and I can't thank you enough for what you did today'
'Wait, what did you just say?!' I looked at him and his cheeks turned bright red.
'Thank you?'
'No no no no, before that' He sat up.
'I like you Tré' He looked down.
'Well good news, I like you too Billie Joe' He looked up at me and smiled. I hadn't seen him smile in a good while. I wrapped my arm around Billie's neck and we both laid down.
'I like you too, pretty boy, I like you too'