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The Story of Rage and Love
Open The Past and Present
You looked down at the lump that was Adam. He lay there with blood streaming down his face. You guessed that Billie Joe must have punched his nose, because Adam was clutching onto it. You were still in Billie's arms, but you couldn't take your eyes off Adam. He wasnt crying, but he lay there in a complete somber silhouette, barely breathing.
Finally, you pushed Billie Joe away and just looked at him. This was more awkward then you expected it to be. All of the sudden, you felt like you barely knew him. He had changed. His hair was longer, and had been dyed black. He might have been taller, but you weren't sure if it was just because you were slouching down against the wall trying to hold yourself up. He had his hands in his pockets, and probably felt just as awkward as you did, because he just stared at you with an unsure smile. This was a bitter-sweet moment. You weren't sure if you should kiss him, or yell at him.
But Adam caught your eye before you could do either. He started coughing, and was holding his stomach in the place where Billie had kicked him. You ran over to him, and noticed that he was hurt really bad. When he coughed, he coughed up blood. You leaned down and tried to waked him up from his sad trance. Suddenly, he looked up at you and smiled.
Almost as fast as that happened, his head fell back, and his breathing stopped.
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That night was a blur. When you got to the hospital, he had already died.
Billie Joe had left. You told him to. Not because you were still mad, but because Billie had killed Adam. And you loved him too much to watch as he got arrested for murder. You told Billie to leave, and not tell anyone where he was going. Just get away from that area as soon as possible.
And you were right. There were cops everywhere. They were questioning people who were in the building at the same time of the murder. You knew you were next. But you were in too much shock to even care.
When they got you, they asked you the same questions cops ask people in movies or on the tube. You lied through your teeth, and they could probably tell. But it didn't matter. Adam was dead, and nothing else could fit in your brain at the moment.
For some reason you couldn't stop massaging and squeezing your hands together when the cops were talking to you. It reminded you of when Billie used to do it. He'd always grab your hands, and hold them so tightly it almost hurt. And even as you sat there answering questions about the man who killed Adam, you couldn't help but wish you hadn't let go. That you hadn't pushed away from that hug. If you had just held onto that moment, another one like this would never have come.
It was the same feeling you got the first time you met Billie, and you didn't say anything to him. You almost walked away from the person you'd end up loving, just because you were unable to speak your mind.
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They let you leave a few hours later after they had sifted through all possible suspects. Apparently, there was no way a girl could have done that to someone.
You didn't know what to do once you left. You walked down the avenue by the hospital for a while, but couldn't make up your mind as to where you were headed. You just kept walking, completely oblivious to where you were going.
Adam was dead. It was such a harsh reality. You weren't sure how to feel about it. He almost raped you, but you would never have wanted him dead. And now life would never be the same. No matter how you looked at it, things were never going to go back to the way they were before. Billie Joe was gone. And he was never coming back from wherever he went. Whether that meant in hiding, or in jail.
After a while you found yourself at a bus stop. You waited for the next one that would take you home in silence. But as you sat there you realized the enormity of the situation. You couldn't help but wish you were with Billie at that moment. You wanted to hold him, and be everything you used to be. Be happy.
But the bus got there before you got enough courage to get up and go find him. So you stepped onto it, feeling defeated. As you went back to sit in your normal spot, someone was already sitting there.
Billie Joe looked up and smiled at you. You were speechless. How did he know where to find you? But it didn't matter. You did what you should have done all along, and just swung your arms around him, kissing him in the midst. He flung his arm behind your back and pulled you closer to him. The bus started moving and the two of you fell back a little, but never broke the kiss.
Billie Joe grinned into your lips, and whispered, "I missed you so much.."
You hugged him even tighter, and made sure you never broke that kiss. There was nothing that could compare to this. He eventually pulled away, and rested his lips on your forehead. The two of you sat down in the very back seats by the window, and just simply held each other. Something you had wanted to do for so long, that when you finally did, it was like you had been suffocating, and you were finally getting your breath back.
"I love you." He said, pulling away and staring at you. He raised his hands up to your cheeks, and caressed your face. It was almost as if he was trying to memorize every one of your features. Then he reached down and grabbed your hand. He linked your fingers together, and compressed your hand with his.
You stared at both your hands, and could feel your eyes swelling. That was something you missed more then anything else. And like you always feared would happen when you finally saw Billie Joe again, you started to cry.
Not because you were sad, or afraid. Given, you had every right to be both of those things. You were finally reunited with Billie, and now he was on the run from the law. No matter how you looked at it, life with Billie Joe could never be normal again. But you weren't crying for any of those reasons. You were crying from the immense happiness that had swept over your body. His touch brought back the all too familiar feeling of love that had been missing for so long.
And once again life, no matter how fucked up it was, was worth living as long as you had each other.
Finally, you pushed Billie Joe away and just looked at him. This was more awkward then you expected it to be. All of the sudden, you felt like you barely knew him. He had changed. His hair was longer, and had been dyed black. He might have been taller, but you weren't sure if it was just because you were slouching down against the wall trying to hold yourself up. He had his hands in his pockets, and probably felt just as awkward as you did, because he just stared at you with an unsure smile. This was a bitter-sweet moment. You weren't sure if you should kiss him, or yell at him.
But Adam caught your eye before you could do either. He started coughing, and was holding his stomach in the place where Billie had kicked him. You ran over to him, and noticed that he was hurt really bad. When he coughed, he coughed up blood. You leaned down and tried to waked him up from his sad trance. Suddenly, he looked up at you and smiled.
Almost as fast as that happened, his head fell back, and his breathing stopped.
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That night was a blur. When you got to the hospital, he had already died.
Billie Joe had left. You told him to. Not because you were still mad, but because Billie had killed Adam. And you loved him too much to watch as he got arrested for murder. You told Billie to leave, and not tell anyone where he was going. Just get away from that area as soon as possible.
And you were right. There were cops everywhere. They were questioning people who were in the building at the same time of the murder. You knew you were next. But you were in too much shock to even care.
When they got you, they asked you the same questions cops ask people in movies or on the tube. You lied through your teeth, and they could probably tell. But it didn't matter. Adam was dead, and nothing else could fit in your brain at the moment.
For some reason you couldn't stop massaging and squeezing your hands together when the cops were talking to you. It reminded you of when Billie used to do it. He'd always grab your hands, and hold them so tightly it almost hurt. And even as you sat there answering questions about the man who killed Adam, you couldn't help but wish you hadn't let go. That you hadn't pushed away from that hug. If you had just held onto that moment, another one like this would never have come.
It was the same feeling you got the first time you met Billie, and you didn't say anything to him. You almost walked away from the person you'd end up loving, just because you were unable to speak your mind.
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They let you leave a few hours later after they had sifted through all possible suspects. Apparently, there was no way a girl could have done that to someone.
You didn't know what to do once you left. You walked down the avenue by the hospital for a while, but couldn't make up your mind as to where you were headed. You just kept walking, completely oblivious to where you were going.
Adam was dead. It was such a harsh reality. You weren't sure how to feel about it. He almost raped you, but you would never have wanted him dead. And now life would never be the same. No matter how you looked at it, things were never going to go back to the way they were before. Billie Joe was gone. And he was never coming back from wherever he went. Whether that meant in hiding, or in jail.
After a while you found yourself at a bus stop. You waited for the next one that would take you home in silence. But as you sat there you realized the enormity of the situation. You couldn't help but wish you were with Billie at that moment. You wanted to hold him, and be everything you used to be. Be happy.
But the bus got there before you got enough courage to get up and go find him. So you stepped onto it, feeling defeated. As you went back to sit in your normal spot, someone was already sitting there.
Billie Joe looked up and smiled at you. You were speechless. How did he know where to find you? But it didn't matter. You did what you should have done all along, and just swung your arms around him, kissing him in the midst. He flung his arm behind your back and pulled you closer to him. The bus started moving and the two of you fell back a little, but never broke the kiss.
Billie Joe grinned into your lips, and whispered, "I missed you so much.."
You hugged him even tighter, and made sure you never broke that kiss. There was nothing that could compare to this. He eventually pulled away, and rested his lips on your forehead. The two of you sat down in the very back seats by the window, and just simply held each other. Something you had wanted to do for so long, that when you finally did, it was like you had been suffocating, and you were finally getting your breath back.
"I love you." He said, pulling away and staring at you. He raised his hands up to your cheeks, and caressed your face. It was almost as if he was trying to memorize every one of your features. Then he reached down and grabbed your hand. He linked your fingers together, and compressed your hand with his.
You stared at both your hands, and could feel your eyes swelling. That was something you missed more then anything else. And like you always feared would happen when you finally saw Billie Joe again, you started to cry.
Not because you were sad, or afraid. Given, you had every right to be both of those things. You were finally reunited with Billie, and now he was on the run from the law. No matter how you looked at it, life with Billie Joe could never be normal again. But you weren't crying for any of those reasons. You were crying from the immense happiness that had swept over your body. His touch brought back the all too familiar feeling of love that had been missing for so long.
And once again life, no matter how fucked up it was, was worth living as long as you had each other.