"Payton!" I heard my mom shout from downstairs. I groaned lightly before dropping the pen I was using to write ideas down in my note pad.
"What!"
"Come down here right now!"
"Uhg," I grunted. I got up off of my bed as I went down the stairs. "Yeah?" I asked as I turned into the living room.
"What an earth is this?" She asked me through gritted teeth. She stood there, towering over me. With something in her hand.
Billies lighter.
It's over.
I can play this off, "a lighter?" I asked questionably. Like I didn't know what she was trying to say.
"Who's."
"I don't know, it must be one from around the house." I shrugged.
"Really?" She asked me. "You must think I'm stupid."
"No I don't, that could be anyone's lighter."
If she realises the BJ carved into the side I'm done for.
"Payton!" She shouted. Losing her temper making me step back in shock. "Do not lie to me."
"I'm not!"
"Who's is it!?"
I took in a deep breath. "Mine."
"Why is it yours?"
"I just used it to light a candle on my birthday that's all,"
"So that's why it has 'BJ' scrapped on to it is it?" She asked me as she put the lighter into her pocket.
I didn't even know what to say then. That's when I just sort of realised I can't wiggle my way out of this. She grabbed my arm viscously as she brought her face close to mine. Her teeth were gritted, like a wild animal showing it's power. It was terrifying.
"Now tell me why Billie Joe Armstrong's lighter has made its way into my house!" She shouted I felt her spit fly out of her mouth from her shouting and land on my face as I cringed lightly. I didn't even answer her, I didn't have an answer. What was I supposed to say? "Well!"
"I don't know!" I squealed. Squeezing my eyes shut. I felt my body begin to tremble.
"Don't you lie to me!" Her grip tightening. Her nails breaking my skin. Her voice booming through the room, making my ears ring.
"I don't know!"
"You've been with him haven't you,"
"No!"
"Haven't you!"
"He only let me borrow his lighter that's it I swear!" I shouted as I tried to move my face away from hers. But I felt her jolt at my arm. She let go. And I plucked up the courage to open my eyes up as I turned to look at her. She stood in front of me. Looking down on me. Disappointed.
"You're a dirty liar." She spat. "Go pack your things."
"Mom no! Please I'm sorry! That was it I swear!" I dared to beg. I was close to getting on my hands and knees. I didn't wanna go. Tears streaming down my face.
"Don't make it worse." She warned. She was being awfully calm. Well, she wasn't. But she was calmer than I would have thought. But that only made me more scared.
I took in a deep breath before walking away and up the stairs. I reached my room as I shut the door, and weakly collapsed against it as I sobbed hard.
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What a tragedy // Billie Joe Armstrong
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