need // Green Day fan fic ((EDITING))

⚬ Billie ⚬

"Speaking of letting it out...I think I should let myself out before I get killed."

I laugh, despite being very serious.

"I know."

He seems a bit disappointed but he doesn't stop me as I stand up, he's so sweet.

We hug, more like an embrace, when we both stand up.

He kisses my forehead and then lets go of me to walk me to the door.

"Are you gonna be okay? Its pretty late..."

He was right, the clock read 7:30 pm.

I thought it was earlier than that, my eyes widen.

'Time really does fly by fast when you're having fun.'

'Cheesy.'

I think to myself.

"I don't know but hopefully. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe."

I chuckle, his eyebrows scrunched up when i said that.

"Sorry...see ya."

he waves as I walk off.

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I already know what's gonna happen as soon as i walk into that door so i just stare it down, waiting for me to finally grow some balls to open the damn thing.

I finally, but slowly, start to unlock the door and start opening it even slower.

"Billie Joe Armstrong. Where the fuck have you been?"

i sigh and gently close the door behind me.

"Sorry mom i was at the store... get off my case, Mike."

I say as i start to walk into my room without looking at him but he grabs my arm firmly and pulls me back.

i inhale sharply as he does.

"So you're a smart ass now i see. you weren't talking to me like that when you first moved in here..."

He pushed me onto the ground and i didn't say anything, just groans.

"When you had no one but me. No one."

He kicked me in my stomach.

"An ungrateful slut. that's all you are... what the hell is going on, Billie?"

I don't respond.

"Fucking answer me..."

He says as he grabs my hair and looks me in the eyes.

I just laugh and he punches me right in my nose and i hear a ringing in my ear.

I cup my now warm nose and pull my hand away to see it painted blood-red.

I flip him off with my scarlet right hand, very bold of someone in the position I'm in.

He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly.

I hear all my finger bones snap and crack as i scream and cry in agony.

he lets go of my hand.

"Fuck!"

Is all I can say as i lay on the floor holding my broken hand.

He comes over and kisses my neck while he grabs my throat, hard.

I gasp for air as he continues to kiss and bite.

He soon lets go of my neck and walks off, leaving me on the floor.

I tried to pick myself up but my hand pain was excruciating.

I just laid there on the floor panting as he walked away.

His sadistic chuckle as he looks down at me made my blood boil.

"hurry up and get yourself...together,"

He walked to the kitchen as he spoke.

"dinners almost ready."