she ; billiejoe armstrong

chapter two; 2000 light years away

;iris carlile;

i hadn't heard from billie in 2 days, so i figured he just got sick of talking to me.

my mom found out from my aunt, who was apparently at the movies the same time i was. i came home crying so she didn't tell my dad.

"who is he?" she sighs.

"his name is billie joe armstrong. i met him at woodstock." i say.

"woodstock? why would you want a hippie?" she laughs.

"no, mom he was on stage. performing." i say.

"you're kidding." she snorts.

"no." i shake my head.

"well you can't date him." she says. "your aunt said he had earrings and piercings and tattoos."

and that was that. billie and i ended up not talking for a year, and that year was torture.

my dad left my mom, my mom became a druggie and alchoholic, my siblings left with my dad, so it was just my mom and i.

the torture started when she'd blame me for her problems, and started hitting me.

the one time i faught back, she just happened to be curling her hair. and she took the curling iron, and burnt me across my chest and stomach.

after that, i built up the courage to call billie.

he answered after 3 rings.

"hello?" he answers. i bursted out in tears just hearing his voice.

"iris? calm down. what's wrong." he answers.

"you have to get me out of here." i cry.

"where are you, iris?" he asks.

"my house." i answer.

"our next stop is new york. we'll be there in 2 hours. come find me at the coffee shop." he says.

"okay." i hiccup.

"whatevers wrong just calm down, okay, it'll be okay." he says.

"okay." i nod.

"i'll see you in a little while." he says.

"bye billie." i say before hanging up.

i grab my suitcase out of my closet and start piling clothes into it. i opened my window to where it landed in the bushes, closed my window, and hoped and prayed my mom was asleep.

and to my luck she was.

i ran out the front door with my keys and wallet. i grabbed my suitcase and threw it in my car.

i drove to the coffee shop and looked in my mirror. i tried my best to fix my makeup before getting out.

when i saw billie, i ran towards him jumping into his arms.

"what's on your chest?" he asks referring to the burn marks.

"i can't tell you right now." i whisper. "but i have to leave. she'll be after mewhen she wakes up."