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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 18, 2005 15:07:33 GMT -5
Thanks, guys! But, Tabby, I couldn't help but notice your sig. Why is October 17th (yesterday, I believe) so important?
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Post by TABBY on Oct 18, 2005 16:22:54 GMT -5
MY GREEN DAY CONCERT!!!!! i made a topic about it in the tour section!!
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 18, 2005 17:11:40 GMT -5
OMG, I just read it! That's awesome, girl! You have me jealous! That must have been the coolest thing. I've never been to a Green Day concert before, and I REALLY want to go to one! We don't have much money at the moment, and I don't know when they're going to play in my area again. It's become like a life goal for me to attend one of their concerts (and have tickets close to the stage) with my two best friends. We even made a vow that we would only go to a Green Day concert if it was with each other. That's how much we want to go. Anyway, congrats! I can't believe you got Billie's shirt.....ooh la la.....lol
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Post by brokenwings on Oct 18, 2005 20:53:54 GMT -5
Woahhhhhhh!! That part was AWESOME AS!! Haha.
If I were in Billie's situation, I'd throw random things at him... potatoes, toilet seats, army tanks, ya know, that sorta thing... lmao. Steve's a bastard... lets push him off a cliff! -Grins evilly-
Update soon!!
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Post by TABBY on Oct 19, 2005 6:29:20 GMT -5
OMG, I just read it! That's awesome, girl! You have me jealous! That must have been the coolest thing. I've never been to a Green Day concert before, and I REALLY want to go to one! We don't have much money at the moment, and I don't know when they're going to play in my area again. It's become like a life goal for me to attend one of their concerts (and have tickets close to the stage) with my two best friends. We even made a vow that we would only go to a Green Day concert if it was with each other. That's how much we want to go. Anyway, congrats! I can't believe you got Billie's shirt.....ooh la la.....lol lol, i know. i almost fainted. but when we were bringing it home. it made our car smell funky cause he sweat ALOT lol. omg. once you go to one. they're addicting. its like a drug. i so wanna go to one again. but i can't until april when they go back on tour
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 19, 2005 7:37:30 GMT -5
Haha, I like the idea of throwing Steve off a cliff. Unfortunately, we can't do that yet. I still have to finish my story! But I promise, when I'm done, I'll tie him up, gag him, pack him in a box and send him to you so you can do anything you want with him. Nobody hurts our Billie Joe without getting away with it!
Anywho....thanx so much for the kind reviews! I'm glad you like my story!
And, Tabby, I'm sure that shirt didn't smell pleasant at all, lol. Of course, he's got to sweat when he's up there in front of beaming lights and everything....I don't think I could ever do that. Stage fright. Urgh.
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 19, 2005 14:19:46 GMT -5
Okay, okay, okay.....I'm working on it right now. It shall be posted tonight, I promise. ;D
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 19, 2005 15:00:47 GMT -5
Hey! Update! Thanx to all of you who reviewed! Many said you would like to throw Steve off a cliff. I have no objections!
WARNING: THERE IS MOLESTATION IN THIS CHAPTER. The abuse gets worse and worse, people. If this isn't for you, turn back now.
Those of you who'd like to stay, enjoy! ********************* PT.5
When Billie Joe returned home, he made his way around the house to his bedroom window, which was still open. He hefted his guitar carefully through the opening first, then lifted himself through. As his feet touched the floor, he noticed that it was brighter in his room than it had been when he’d left. And that was because the door was open, the lock broken. Billie’s eyes widened as a dark figure detatched itself from the shadows in the corner.
Billie Joe gasped in a breath, but before his voice could be activated, Steve leapt across the room and clamped a rough hand over his mouth. The large man rammed a fist into Billie’s stomach at the same time, knocking the breath out of his stepson’s lungs.
“Where did you go?” Steve hissed, backing the boy up until his back slammed against a wall. Steve leaned forward, effectively pinning the fifteen-year-old beneath his body. “Did you go over to your boyfriend’s house? Is that where you were?”
Billie didn’t answer, only glared, his emerald eyes sparking. His stepfather’s face tightened, and then he threw the younger being roughly away with a growl. Billie hit the floor heavily. Steve grabbed him by his dyed jet-black hair and wrenched him upward, eliciting a ragged cry from the youth. The burly man again slammed him against the wall, making the picture frames hanging from it rattle.
“Fucking queer,” Steve whispered harshly, still holding Billie by his hair. “What were you doing over there? Fucking on the couch? You and your little boyfriend, having fun? Does he wipe your tears away? Does he kiss you? Does he shove his―”
“Shut up!” Billie Joe cried hoarsly, and he rammed his hands against Steve’s stomach, forcing his stepfather away. He whipped his head back, forcing Steve to release his hair, and he bolted for the door. A hand caught his ankle and tripped him, sending him crashing for the floor.
Steve began tugging him back. Billie flipped over onto his back and tried kicking his stepdad’s stomach, but the man grabbed a hold of his feet and stopped his desperate efforts.
“Let go of me!” Billie demanded, kicking a leg in an attempt to free himself. Steve, instead of complying, fell forward and pinned Billie Joe’s entire body to the floor. The young boy struggled feebly beneath the man’s larger, heavier frame, but he simply couldn’t get free. Steve had him trapped.
“Now,” his stepfather said in false pleasantness, “let’s be good. Why did you try to hit me, Billie Joe?” Billie squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away, not even able to look Steve in the eye that close. “Look at me, filthy son of a bitch!” Steve growled, and he grasped Billie’s chin roughly in his hand and forced the boy to face him. “Why did you try to hit me? Because what I was saying was true?”
Billie Joe shook his head. “No,” he whispered softly. Steve narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t deny it,” he murmured gruffly. “Something in there was true, otherwise you would not have reacted that way. Tell me whatever part was true.”
“None of it was.” Billie noticed that Steve’s right hand was trailing slowly down his right side, nearly inconspicuous. The boy’s eyes widened, and he began to shake.
“I know you’re lying,” Steve whispered seductively, still dragging his hand with uncharacteristic gentleness down Billie’s ribs. “You like it when I touch you like this.” Billie bit his lip and shook his head, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.
“You enjoy it.”
Billie shook his head again.
“You lust for it.”
“No,” Billie Joe whispered.
Steve’s hand had reached the hem of Billie’s T-shirt, and it plunged beneath to graze over the smooth skin of the boy’s stomach. Billie Joe was shaking uncontrollably now, drawing in shallow, uneven breaths. He was on the verge of having a panic attack, but Steve took no notice or didn’t care. He continued to run his hand slowly over Billie’s warm skin, smiling evilly to himself.
“You like it,” he murmured. His hand left Billie Joe’s upper body and trailed down to the waistband of the boy’s worn, tattered jeans. He grasped the button in his fingers.
“No, please,” Billie pleaded, utterly desperate now. “Don’t.” Steve’s grin grew even wider, and he slowly, teasingly, undid the button of Billie Joe’s jeans. Ignoring his stepson’s raspy breathing, he drew the zipper down. “No. No, please.”
Steve’s fingers grazed over the most sensitive part of Billie’s body, invading, touching what did not belong to him and had no permission to touch. As his motions grew rougher, Billie’s cries grew louder and took an even more desperate tone to it.
“No! No, please, don’t do it, don’t...” Billie Joe rambled, ever aware of the hand still touching him. His body shook with dry sobs and his head flung back and forth. “Please, no...”
His stepfather didn’t even bother to tell the boy to shut up. It was like he thrived on the pleading, as if it made him stronger. He seemed to revel in the reaction he was getting from the youth.
Suddenly they heard a bang. Steve looked up to see Holly standing in the doorway, her fists clenched and her breathing hard. Once Billie’s sister was sure she had Steve’s attention, she marched forward, looking positively furious. She grabbed Steve’s shirts and hauled her stepfather off of her brother. Billie Joe scrambled away, trembling violently.
“How dare you!” Holly screeched, standing over Steve. The large man seemed a bit too shocked to act. “How dare you touch him like that! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!” She turned away from Steve and held her hand out to Billie, who was cowering against the wall, still shaking in the aftermath of his fear. Slowly, the boy grasped his sister’s outstretched hand.
“I’m sorry, Billie,” Holly whispered, pulling him up. Her younger brother only nodded silently. But then his eyes widened, and he pulled on her arm, sending her stumbling forward. Steve’s fist swung past her shoulder. He had originally been aiming for her head, but Billie Joe had prevented that.
Since his first shot had missed, Steve grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her away from Billie Joe. The boy tried to move forward, to stop him from hurting Holly, but his stepfather shoved him roughly away and sent him crashing into his dresser.
“Never interfere again!” the large man hollered, backhanding Holly across the face. She fell heavily to the floor. “I will touch the queer any way I want! If you ever do anything like that ever again, I swear, he will not be the only one hurting in the mornings!” Steve kicked Holly in the ribs, causing her to cry out. He then turned away and grabbed Billie’s arm, tugging him sharply forward. Holly attempted to get up, a hand to her side. A fire shone in her eyes.
“Holly, no,” Billie Joe whispered, shaking his head. “Please don’t.” Steve watched with amusement as Holly continued to rise from the floor.
“I’ve left you alone with that bastard long enough. I know what he does to you. I’m not going to let him do it anymore,” she replied determinedly. “You were right, Billie. I never did anything before.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” the boy pleaded. “Please don’t. I…I was angry when I said that. I really don’t blame you for any of this. Please...just go.” Holly stared hopelessly at her brother.
“But...Billie...” she murmured. He shook his head again.
“Go.”
Holly shifted her gaze to Steve, who was smirking in triumph, then back to Billie Joe, whose eyes were wide and glistening, and silent plea lying within them. Finally, she dropped her eyes and moved for the door.
“I’m calling Mom,” she declared shakily to Steve, her body trembling. “I’m going to ask her to come home. You won’t be able to do anything then.”
“There’s always room for tomorrow,” the large man crooned gently, yet the words were nearly like vicious spikes on both youths’ hearts. Steve threw Billie away from him, and the boy hit the floor. Without looking back, Steve marched from the room, shouldering past Holly, who stood in the doorway.
The girl gazed at the slim figure lying on the floor for a long moment, regret and sorrow in her eyes. Billie raised his head and his own emerald eyes met hers. The two remained silent, then Billie Joe began to rise to his feet, turning away from his sister. Holly left the room. ~*~*~
“You snuck out?!” Ollie exclaimed in disbelief. “Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to practice with Mike,” Billie mumbled, staring at the floor. “Steve wouldn’t let me go out, and…” He really couldn’t find any reasonable excuse. He swallowed tightly, not daring to look his mother in the eye.
“Do not make him the enemy here,” she scolded her son. “It wasn’t his fault you snuck out, it was your own.”
If only you knew, Billie Joe thought sadly to himself. If only you knew.
Ollie sighed heavily. “That behavior is not acceptable, Billie. I don’t know what’s going on with you. You dye your hair black, you wear dark clothes, your grades are slipping, you’re more withdrawn…” Billie Joe still wouldn’t look up, so his mother knelt down in front of him to meet his downcast eyes.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she whispered. “Anything at all? Is there something bothering you?” Billie finally raised his eyes to hers, and he saw deep and utter concern within them. Concern that matched Holly’s, that matched Anna’s…that matched Mike’s. The same concern. The same regret.
Billie was so close to saying something. The information almost made it into the air. His throat tightened in preparation of using his voice, and his lips began to loosen. But then he caught sight of the dark form standing in the doorway, behind his mother, staring at him with narrowed eyes. There was a warning written in the posture and the way the fists clenched. Like a mouse about to venture from its home and suddenly catching a whiff of danger on the air, the information retreated.
Muffling a small sound of despair and frustration, Billie Joe turned abruptly away from his mother and strode down the hall to his room. “Billie?”
“There’s nothing to tell,” he said, not bothering to look back and raising his voice until it echoed around the hall. “I’m just a complete fuck up, and there’s no way to fix me!” He entered his room and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the doorframe. The noise resounded through the house. So did his mother’s shout.
“You’re grounded, Billie Joe! Grounded!” ************************ *sigh* Poor Billie Joe, things just keep getting worse and worse.
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Post by TABBY on Oct 19, 2005 15:30:05 GMT -5
ewwwwwwwwwwww. what a sick mofo
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 20, 2005 7:08:05 GMT -5
Hmm....I actually think that'll work! Nice thinking! Now where are we going to get a hypnotist?
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Post by TABBY on Oct 20, 2005 16:27:56 GMT -5
i read "hypnosis for dummies" yesterday in reading. i could try it lol
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 21, 2005 8:04:52 GMT -5
I have such crazy reviewers. Heh. Nice ideas, guys!
Anywho....I'm going to be gone Friday until Sunday afternoon. I have to go to Vermont for my dad's high school reuinion or something, so I'm gonna be stuck in freezing cold weather with my sister, my father, and people I don't even know for two whole days. Sounds like fun, huh?
I promise to update as soon as I can when I get back. I don't wanna go, but I'm being forced. And the good part is, I don't have to go to school on Friday! ;D
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 23, 2005 19:53:15 GMT -5
Yes...I'm back. But I just got into deep shit with my mom....please don't ask why. I won't be able to update for a while. I've got a little emotional issues to deal with first. I promise, though, I'll have it done soon. I really appreciate you guys reviewing and everything. It means a lot and really perked me up after such a shitty day. (excuse the cussing.)
And, don't worry. I won't throw Steve off a cliff yet. I'll get the story done before that happens.
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Oct 24, 2005 7:48:14 GMT -5
Thanks. Things are cooling down, and I might be able to work on my story tonight...*starts jotting down notes* I'll make a reservation in my schedual....
Things are a little stressful, too. My sister's school district is going on strike, so now both she and my brother have to go to some care-taker thing at an elementry school that costs $300 a week, and we really don't have that kind of money right now. The way things turn out suck sometimes.
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Post by brokenwings on Oct 25, 2005 2:44:41 GMT -5
Hoorar for updates! -Cheers-
LET'S GET AN ANGRY MOB! I'LL GRAB THE PITCHFORKS! -Runs to get them- DOWN WITH STEVE! DOWN WITH STEVE!
And I hope everything works out for the better with you & stuff. Wow, I'm great with words. -coughSARCASMcough-
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