My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Ch 24: youre leaving; are you leaving home

NOTE: T R I G G E R W A R N I N G

HEAVY PHYSICAL ABUSE AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. I. CANNOT STRESS THIS. ENOUGH. H E A V Y DOMESTIC ABUSE AND VIOLENCE.

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It had been two months—summer was coming to its end. I did more music on my YouTube channel and Instagram, and me and Matt had become close friends. Even best friends. He'd been single for about almost the whole two months, and wanted me to give him another chance. But I wanted time. Time to learn to love myself. To be happy with myself and my life.

We were driving down the road to my mothers house so I could grab all and any of my other belongings. I was sitting in the passenger seat biting the nails on my right hand with one knee tucked up. I was nervous, but more or less preparing for what could come.

Billie and the guys came, as well as Addie. But They wanted me in the front so Addie—Who was driving—could keep me somewhat calm. She'd become the mother I wish I'd had and Billie was the dad I really wanted around.

We pulled into the driveway and she was already waiting on the doorsteps. I sighed and stepped out, Billie following behind me.

"Hey sweetie....John left a few days ago...but I'm glad you're home!" Her eyes were circled with pale blue and purple rings and they were sunken in, like she hadn't slept or had done so much drinking she wasn't able to sleep, but....her body was trembling; I noticed her eyes were bloodshot and glossy, and she smelled like vodka more than anything the closer I got. I sighed.

"I-I'm getting my things, actually..." my voice was stern and I watched her face grow with a firmness and a fury that was washed over with a faint mask of confusion.

"What?...do you mean." Her voice was threatening and I walked past her, Billie staying behind, where she stood still and watched me.

"I'm gathering whatever is left that I wanna take back with me. As someone who's no longer a child and now I'm 18, I can move out." I was already walking through the living room up to what was my room and I heard her behind me. My mind raced as she yanked my arm and I fell down a step or two, glaring right back into her death glare at me.

"You. Aren't. Moving. Out."

"You can't make her stay." Billies  voice chimed in and I yanked my arm away as he walked up, now next to me.

"You don't have permission to be in my house!"

"He does and he's helping me get shit. Now move!" billie went back to Adrienne and I shoved her against the wall and started storming to the stairs; I felt her grab my ankle and yelled when she yanked me down, my forehead slamming against a stair with a thud as she dragged me down.

Literally.

"SADDIE!!" Billie ran over to help me up but my mom turned and punched him square in the face.

"GET OUT!!!!!" Her voice was so sheer and high pitched it made my blood freeze and I could hear Addie on the phone with, presumably police, starting when my mom initially grabbed my arm on the staircase.

She was prepared for my mom to be this messed up.

I could smell liquor on her and it was strange, she was acting out but she was so thin now. And her eyes and the trembling of her body...

"You CANT leave. You have a boyfriend. A life here!" I studied her movement and noticed her face was slightly more sunken in than usual as she spoke; not so much that it was very noticeable, but as her daughter and someone who noticed her habits I'd say she lost about nine to thirteen pounds.