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Title: The Special Day (Part 1/?)
Author: missmacy3334
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Day, but the words here are completely mine... don't sue
Notes: Please be nice people, this is my first work here. Feel free to leave anything you want!
I swear to God that my life is the closest thing to a scene of the end of the world, so if you're expecting some nice, beautiful story with a happy ending and all that shit, you couldn't be more wrong.
My name is Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm 16 years old and as I was saying, my life is a complete mess. I don't have any friends, not by my house, not at the school, in which, by the way, I'm not exaclty the top student, but it's not my fault. I've been really depressed lately. Ever since my step father left, my mother's been so sad too, I guess that's why she can't help but blaming the hole thing on me and staff.
You see, my biological father died when I was about ten. I thought my life was just ended as well. He was like my best friend, or better yet, my only friend. Then, after a year, my mother married this other man, Brad. But he was anything like my dad. This man was somehow darker, and there was something about his diabolic features... was something told me not to trust him, in the slightest, since the very beginning.
I wasn't wrong... This man was not only diabolic. He was a fucking pervert that used to rape me every fucking night while he was in this house. I clearly remember the first time. I have come from a party that night, and it was really late, or maybe it was too early? It was around 2:00 o'clock in the morning. I silently entered the house, trying my best to not disturb my mother's sleep, and headed to my bedroom in the same way.
But Brad wouldn't let me. He was passed out on the floor, next to the couch, his figure somehow concealed within the darkness of the living room and apparently I've woke him up. He was still drunk and the smell he was emitting was almost unbearable. He covered my mouth with his hand and led me to the bathroom. I tried to scream, but my lungs refused to let out any kind of sound. I couldn't do anything while Brad ripped off my clothes and slipped himself inside me.
There were no words, no insults, no cries of anguish, just moans in pleasure and filthy movements of his hips. I couldn't wait until he finished and pull out of me, leaving the bathroom in less than a second. And that was nothing compared to the nights to come.
When I finally grab the guts to tell my mother what was going on, she wouldn't believe me, but still, confronted the drunk bastard about it, and he said, of course, that I was a liar, and he didn't want to be with my mother anymore if she was even considering to believe me.
My mother cried and cried as she swore to Brad that I must have been confused, that I definitely didn't want to offend him, but the fucking idiot knew perfectly well that I was saying nothing but the truth, so he left before I was able to tell the police, human rights or whatever that pansies at schools wanna call it.
So I guess that's the main reason why she can't stop blaming all on me...
That was my oh so perfect life, until that day come. That special day.
February 17th. It was actually my 16th birthday. I was coming home from school, and it already had been a shitty day, but when I was turning on the corner to get to my house, that's when I saw him.
It was a blond, blue eyed men who was apparently very upset while he was directing two man carrying a couch into the empty house beside my own. Something magical happened. I don't know why or how... it just happened. That little tickles in your stomach when someone that you like approaches you...
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor. My name is Mike...!" He said smiling once he noticed I was staring like an idiot...
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe, nice to meet you..."
"You wanna come inside and have a drink with me?"
My mind and my heart were already racing. I didn't know what to say. Needless to say I became a pathetic loose of words and I became a bigger one when the man grabbed my hand and led me inside of the house.
I didn't know why I was feeling those things. I shouldn't. I wasn't gay or anything even close or maybe it was the fact that I haven't figured myself out... No! I wasn't gay, but that didn't keep me from thinking what it would be like... kissing him, holding him...
I was daydreaming the whole time while I was at his house. I was daydreaming then, and that night as well. When I was finally able to sleep, I submerged into a very powerful dream where everything was perfect. Mike was there, sitting next to me in the park, everything was dark and the moon rose in the sky, more shining than ever.
I was lost in my thoughts looking at the stars when suddenly felt a hand caressing my cheek, compelling me to turn my face around and the next thing I knew was that his lips were sensually brushing against mine, his arms were around my neck...
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, wondering where did that come from... My heart began to race quicker than the day before when I saw Mike through the window watering the roses planted in his front lawn...
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