There's Nothing Wrong with Me part 1
Billie Joe Armstrong approached the clinic with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Why the fuck had he agreed to this? He ran his hand through his black-as-night hair and sighed. There was no turning back now. He just had to troop in and deal with the load of bullshit about to be thrown at him. Fuckin’ Adie…she needed to chill out. There was nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all. With a final sigh, he opened the doors and stepped through, into a tiny room with chairs along the walls for waiting patients. He really hated these goddamn visits.
There was the annoying clack of high heels on the tile floor and he tried to drone it out. He hated the noise intensely. But a sound he hated far more was soon to follow. “Mr. Armstrong, if you’ll follow me please.”
As if he had any choice…
She led him to an even smaller room, her hips swinging as she walked. Her heels continued to clack against the floor as she opened the door and ushered him inside. She was tall, much taller than he, with fiery red hair that hung low to her hips and brown eyes that reminded him slightly of shit. Just like her.
“Listen Sydney, I’d like to get this over as quickly as possible…” He said the moment she had taken a seat.
Her lips curled into a slow, well composed, and utterly fake smile. “Mr. Armstrong, I’m sure you realize that I’m doing as much as I can as quickly as I can. And I think I’ve found a solution.”
Solution for what? There was nothing wrong with him!
“Listen bitch, I’m not interested. Scribble on your clipboard, tell me something I’ll tune out, and let me leave.” Billie growled out. It was out of character for him, normally he was so good with women, but people who treated him like he was nuts tended to piss him the fuck off.
Her face twitched a bit, her mask falling. “Mr. Armstrong,” Her voice was tense as she spoke. “I’m not only a psychiatrist, I am a woman of science, and science has found your solution. Your multiple personality disorder can easily be erased.”
Billie growled again. He didn’t have any fucking disorders! So what if he wanted to pretend to be other people for other bands? It’s not like it meant he was nuts. Fuckin’ Adie needed to chill out. She was jumping to conclusions; thanks to her mother. “There’s nothing to erase.”
She nodded. “You’re right. It’s not really erasing. It’s more of a…dispersion of sorts.” Her brown eyes twinkled with excitement. Billie ignored her as she went on. “It’ll be painless, and afterwards you’ll never have to come see me again.”
Billie’s ears perked up at that and without even asking for more details, words flooded from his lips. “Do it. Whatever it is, sign me up.”
That smile returned again, this time almost seeming cruel. “Good. Very good. Stay right here then.”
Billie waited impatiently for psycho bitch Sydney to return with whatever shit she was gonna pull. The only thing getting him through this was remembering that he would never have to see her again. Adie would be appeased, and he could go on with his life. There was the clack of heels once more and Sydney re-entered the room, a strange looking device in hand.
“Mr. Armstrong, this will be quick and painless, I assure you.” She set the machine down in front of him, stepped back a bit, and flipped a switch.
There was a flash of light and the next thing Billie knew, there were four people in the room, rather than two.
Sydney let out a laugh. In Billie’s ears it was more of a cackle. “It worked! It really worked!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch, before I teach you a lesson you really don’t want to learn.” Wilhelm Fink glared, and slapped the psychiatrist across the face. She stared at him in shock.
“Show that broad who’s boss, Finky Baby!” Twitch grinned from the sidelines.
Billie stared at the two in astonishment. Had she really managed to pull his two alter egos out from his mind and into real life? He tried to speak, but no words would come out.
Fink turned to look at Billie with a sly grin. He took a fistful of the man’s collar and jerked him up from his sitting position so that they were face to face. “What’sa matter, BJ? Cat got your tongue?” He nipped playfully at the other man’s ear.
Twitch laughed loudly from the other side of the room as Billie’s body reluctantly trembled in response to the teeth and tongue toying with his ear. “Aw, you got the poor man all shaky and quaky, Kinky Finky. Perhaps you should simmer down a little.” Regardless of saying this, Twitch wrapped his hands around the man’s tiny waist.
Billie forced himself away from the other two men, despite the butterflies dancing through his stomach. “The fuck-“
“Chillax Billie Boy Blue,” Twitch grinned. “We ain’t gonna hurt ya none. Now why don’t you come over here and confess your sins to the Rev.” He gave him the come hither motion with his finger and Billie could feel his pants grow just a bit tighter.
His eyes made their way to Sydney who was watching and barely breathing. He shook his head and instead made his way towards the door. Had to get out. Had to get away. Had to ditch this tiny office where a woman just praying to have something to squeal to his wife about would be eyeing them eagerly. His hand turned the knob and he was out, skittering past the desk and out the doors; trying to make an escape.
He didn’t get far before he was slammed into a wall, his arm pinned behind his back. He could feel Wilhelm’s breath tickling his neck. It gave him chills up and down his spine. “And just where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and husky, forcing Billie to bite his lip to avoid moaning. “You’re my toy, Beej, and I’m not done playing with you yet.”
Billie groaned as Fink bit into the exposed skin where his neck met his shoulder. “Fuuuck…this is so sick…”
Fink pulled his teeth from the other man’s flesh, leaving their impression on the tender skin. “And yet you love it so much. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter that I’m you…” One of Fink’s hands trailed downwards, gripping the frontman’s growing erection from outside his pants. “I thrill you. You know it. The adrenaline, the rush, the lust. You want me so much it hurts.”
Billie whimpered a bit, the heat in his pants becoming more and more unbearable. He could feel his pants straining to contain his throbbing member and groaned once more. “Shhhfuuuck.” (Philadelphia bitches)
“Lemme hear you say it. Tell me how badly you want me, and I’ll reward you for being a good little boy.” Fink’s breath was hot on his ear and he moaned.
“Fuck me. Dear Jesus just fuck me.”
Fink smirked cruelly. “Not quite, Beej. Not quite.” He rubbed harder on Billie’s hardened cock from through the fabric of his skinny jeans. Billie moaned, begging for the contact to become skin on skin. Fink wouldn’t oblige.
“Please…oh Jesus, please…” Billie’s voice cracked. The need for release was becoming unbearable, but Fink was torturing the poor boy. “You said…you said…”
“I lied.” Fink smirked, ending the contact all together. “I’m pretty good at that. Go home, Billie Joe. Your wife is waiting.”