Title: Snapped Heartstrings/ Epilogue
Series: Nowhere Fast
Author: casey_of_oz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Young!Billie/Mike, suggestions of young!Billie/Mike/Tre
Disclaimer: True? No. What are you, stupid? Yes.
Warnings/Notes: This is the last part, with an epilogue. Dedicated to Angie_Aiken for writing fics that send me into the hospital. And it’s also dedicated to dirntcooljoe cause she’s greatest (she can argue with me on that fact all she likes, but I know I’m right). ((VERY OLD FIC.))

It goes from romance to porn to a fucking horror movie so quickly, that his head is spinning instantly. What were they supposed to do? Tre and Mike managed to get out the bedroom window.

Unfortunately, just as Billie kicked his leg out the window, the door opened and he was ripped from the window, head breaking the glass as he was sharply yanked in, and everything went black.

*Billie’s POV*

I come to in a dimly lit room and groan, my head pounding. I reach a hand for the back of my head, only to find they’re tied together by yellow rope. I start to shake in horror. Not this again. Tell me this isn’t happening. He didn’t get me, he couldn’t have-

“Ah, the slut’s finally awake.” His cold and twisted voice growls, breathing against my ear and I jerk away from him, rolling onto the floor. He gets up slowly as I try to get away and stomps onto my chest, winding me and causing me a harsh pain as I feel something snap slightly in my chest.

“B-b-brad,” I cough, trying to breathe. “You…y-you broke…g-get away-y…” Brad just grabs me by my throat and I feel something hard against my entrance- shit, I’m naked?! He grins insanely at me, terrifying me as he pushes in.

For someone with broken ribs and being currently winded, I scream extremely loud. But the scream is cut off by a piece of rather disgusting cloth suddenly gagging me as Brad starts to fuck me cruelly, no prep and no lube.

“Did you miss me?” He asks shakily, enjoying this sick nightmare. Bastard.

“F-fuuck you-u-” I choke out, barely understandable with the gag in my mouth, “y-yyyou f-fuckin-ng bassssstard…” Then he punches me again, thrusting into me harder as he enjoys my choked-back cry of agony. I spit out some blood into the gag, cut lip re-opened and I feel a tooth is extremely loose in my mouth.

“You’re mine, slut, not his,” Brad rasps deeply, one hand grabbing my hips and the other pulling something off the bed and whacking it across my chest. It’s his belt. I cry out again, feeling a welt grow on my chest.

“STOP!!” I yell thickly, only to get whipped again.

It’s a hell. He comes twice, torturing me the entire time. Whipping, punching, slapping. He tries to bite me, but I beat him upside the head and am rewarded with another set of punches. It’s then I get desperate. I lose myself- crying out in agony and I don’t even realize I’m crying out for Mike until Brad hisses in my ear.

“Mike’s dead, slut. Shot the fucker when I grabbed you out of the window.”

*Tre’s POV*

I tried to grab Mike out of the way when the psychotic bastard started shooting at us. I failed at it, unfortunately.

That explains why I’ve still got a bullet in my shoulder and another one and a graze wound on the side of my head, and Mike’s got one in his left leg and another in his right forearm…but that doesn’t explain why I’m helping him walk down the road.

What explains that is simple- love. Mike didn’t want the cops, he wanted Billie. So we’re heading for Billie’s house. How we’re gonna rescue him with bullet wounds and dirty clothes, I don’t know, but I do know that it fucking hurts.

“Mike, come here,” I sigh, “I can’t have you leaning on my shoulder like this…” I step in front of Mike and yank his legs up, making the bassist yelp in both pain and shock. It’s kinda funny, since his toes are only an inch off the ground, but this way I can put more strain on my uninjured arm this way.

“Tre.” Mike breathes, “I-I’m sorry you had-”

“Don’t apologize,” I interrupt, “you couldn’t help that Billie step dad’s come fucking crazy piece of shit.” I adjust Mike on my back. “Dude, you’re way too light. You need to eat food.”
But I’m actually glad he’s so light, since then I can walk faster and he and I can get to Billie’s house sooner.

I’m not really sure what’s gonna happen, but as the house suddenly looms into vision, I feel my stomach churn then bottom out completely when I hear a blood-curdling scream. Mike tenses.

“Stop,” He says frantically.

“You stop, Mike,” I reply, “We can’t just run in there.” We’re getting closer. “We need to come up with a plan.” Another scream and Mike jumps off my back, landing on his good leg and I grab his arms. The screams are constant and I grab Mike by his shirt and slap him.

“What-” Mike’s about to yell when my hand smacks over his mouth and we hurry over to the side of the house. The screams are coming from Billie’s room.

*Mike’s POV*

Once Tre lets go of my mouth, I tell him we should check the front door. Miraculously, it’s opened and we inch our way in. I look around, limping into the kitchen to get the butcher knife out of Ollie’s knife set.

Tre comes around the corner holding up the poker from the fireplace and we hear Billie scream again. Heart lodged in my throat, I can’t talk. I point to the stairs, and we both inch up the stair, me with some difficulty as I try and stay quiet and support myself with the banister.

“Shut up,” I hear Brad’s maniac voice whisper loudly from Billie’s room and pure hatred boils in my stomach as Tre helps me onto the landing. There’s a dry sob.

“F-f-fuck youu.” Billie coughs and I hold my breath. The door’s ajar and Tre leans me up against the wall so he can peek inside. He steps back, hand going to his mouth I take two carefully placed steps and am at his side.

We are so lucky. So lucky that Billie Joe held out so long. So lucky he didn’t react when he saw us. So lucky that Brad’s back was to the door and so lucky that I chose the butcher knife instead of a blunt object. Especially when I stab him in the back.

But that’s just about where the luck runs out. Especially since I don’t believe in luck. I jump forward and stab the bastard in the back, barely missing his heart. He cries out, getting off Billie and looking around for who stabbed him. Then he sees me and Tre and lunches, like some half-mad animal and Tre steps in front of me, not really aiming the poker, just thrusting it forward.

Brad runs right into it. I help Tre stay standing as Brad’s head sags on the poker. It’s the most disgusting thing I think I’ve ever had to witness. Tre honestly didn’t aim for Brad’s mouth…but that’s what happened as the blood starts to pool and soak into the carpet. I run over to Billie, scooping him up into my arms.

“Mike…” His plea is muffled and I remove the gag, holding him to me and thanking whatever god is out there that he’s okay. Hurt, bleeding, cut and bruised…but okay. “I knew, I knew you’d c-come and-”

“We’re getting you out of here,” I whisper, kissing his forehead gently. Tre slowly backs away from Brad’s corpse before turning and picking Billie up from my arms. He too kisses Billie’s forehead and sighs with relief as we make our way down the stairs.

“You’re both hurt…” Billie weakly notes.

“We’re fine.” Tre hushes him, running a hand through his hair as I pick up the phone in the living room and call 911. After I place the call, we grab a blanket for Billie and all step outside onto the front steps, Billie wrapped up in the blanket.

He just sits there between me and Tre, trying to breathe. I can tell it’s hard for him and I see the pained expression in Tre’s face that I no doubt share. Gently, I kiss Billie’s forehead again.

“What hurts, babe?” I ask quietly.

“My ribs,” He wheezes. “The fucker broke a few.” Tre gently runs his fingers through Billie’s hair for a second, but stops.

“That felt good,” Billie confesses, leaning on Tre and watching me with glowing green eyes that fill with the red of ambulance lights as one pulls up to the house. As Billie’s being loaded into the ambulance, a cop car and Ollie’s dusty car pull up and I sigh…I don’t want to be here. The cop pulls out crime scene tape as another cop car pulls up. I turn around and see they’re pulling Tre into the ambulance…then they’re talking to me, but I don’t hear them. What’s going on? I look at my hand. It’s covered in blood and then I feel them lifting me into the ambulance too and I’m seeing darker and darker.

*Billie’s POV- Some Time Later*

They put me under when I started freaking out that Mike had fainted. He’d lost a lot of blood and they said that Tre might have had lead poisoning. Knowing that those two were hurt didn’t help my condition any, so they had to put me to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes to florescent haze, and snap my eyes shut again before I turn my head and open my eyes again. I see Tre sitting up in a bed eating. He loves to eat. I smile at that before looking to my other side and seeing Mike, still asleep. He’s peaceful though, he looks okay, so I sigh in relief.

“Hey you,” Tre smiles, looking at me. I turn to him and smile back.

“Hey,” I say hoarsely. My voice is still kinda gone from all the…stuff.

“Don’t.” Tre says sharply, jerking me back to the present. I dunno how he knew what I was thinking about, but he did. Our beds are pretty close and he leans over and hugs me gently. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly.

“Thanks, Tre,” I whisper.

“No problem.” He replies.

“You getting lead poisoning and almost dying isn’t no problem.” I reply. “I’m really sorr-”

“Shut up, Billie Joe,” Tre laughs, pulling back a bit and running a hand through my hair. “You’re not going to apologize for shit, got it?” I nod. “Good.” He kisses my forehead. I don’t pull back and I don’t say anything, I just hug him again.

“Damn, I feel left out,” I hear Mike sigh and turn around, smiling gleefully to know he’s awake.

*Outside POV*

I’d just gotten into work and had huge list of things I had to do, top of the list was three boys in ward B who were apparently witnesses to some rape/murder thing. I’m still in training, so it freaks me out a bit that kids get tangled up in crimes that severe, but I decide not to voice that as I go into ward B.

Open the door I quietly enter, expecting to see three beat up and bandaged boys in their beds unconscious to crying…that’s usually the scenario. I don’t expect what I really find.

They’re sharing the middle bed. The smallest of the three is in the middle, his curly brown hair falling into his closed eyes. He has an arm wrapped around the boy to his left- long dirty blonde hair that the smallest boy’s fingers run through in his sleep. Then the boy on the right, sandy blonde hair, has one arm draped over the brunette boy’s shoulders, holding hands with the one with long hair…and they’re sleeping.

I smile to myself. Normally I’d wake them up and tell them to go back to their beds, but they seem to be alright, and the only one needing an IV is still in his own bed, the IV function properly, so nothing’s wrong. I walk over, adjust the blankets, and leave.

**Epilogue**

“So…any nightmares?”

“No.”

“Flashbacks?”

“No.”

“Paranoia?”

“No.”

“Do you hate him?”

“Yes.”

“Even though he’s dead?”

“Yes.”

“Do you blame yourself?”

“Never.”

“Do you wish it hadn’t happened?”

“Yes and no.” Billie sighs. He winks at me through the window and stands and leaves.

“That’s so stupid,” He sighs, arms draping around me and Tre. “You’d think after a fucking year I wouldn’t have to deal with a psychologist.”

“I know,” Tre replies. “I don’t get shrinks.”

“Of course not.” I say, gently nuzzling the drummer’s hair. “I’m starving.”

“Me too!” Tre smiles.

“I’m so hungry I could eat a full-grown man.” Billie yawns before Tre breaks out into laughter. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yeah, but we know you can do that.” Tre laughs, “The way Mike’s blushing is proof of that.” I start laughing myself.

“You’re just jealous.” Billie sighs. Tre raises an eyebrow.

“He doesn’t have to be.” I reply and Billie looks from me to Tre before kissing me gently, then Tre.

“I don’t think he has to be either.” Billie smiles at him and Tre’s face just lights up.

“Let’s go home.” Tre decides, leading us over to the van. Yeah, home sounds really inviting right now, especially with these two to join me there.