Worry Rock - Chapter Five.
Title: Worry Rock - Chapter Five
Author: Rebecka
Pairing: young!(Billie Joe/John, Billie Joe/Tre)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everybody in this story belong to themselves and I’m just using them for my own guilty pleasure, for entertainment only and completely without permission. I’m not making any profit out of it. Even though there are a lot of real facts in this story, remember that it is still fiction and I’m not saying that anything of this is true.
Word Count: 2 552 words.
Notes: It takes place in the formation and beginning of Green Day’s career. Billie Joe is dating John (Al Sobrante) when said drummer leaves the band to go to college. Will Billie let their new drummer Tre in? This story is told from Tre’s Point of View. (For a more detailed ‘Notes’ and ‘Dedication’, go to the Prologue.)
Dedication: This is dedicated to Tracy and Barb.
Visual Aids: Book Mobile Gang & John, drumming.
| Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
Worry Rock - Chapter Five
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I’d never been so scared in my entire life, standing there on my toes with the firm grip of the guy’s strong hand holding me up by my neck.
The sound of Billie’s voice echoed in my mind and even there, a good distance from the club, the music was still loud enough to drown the cry of help I’d made right before a trained fist had met my jaw.
They’d mumbled to each other in words I hadn’t understood, sounding hateful and angry and I’d flailed a little as I’d tried to push them away from me.
“Aufsch,” one of the uttered, sounding German, but not really, and I’d wondered what he’d meant.
Another fist had met my face and my vision had gone blurry instantly and all I’d felt had been the wet ground beneath me as the hand had let go of me and let me fall to my knees. A sudden taste of copper had lingered in the back of my throat and I’d blinked in the darkness, fearing what had waited me.
They’d hissed, but laughed at me as I’d tried to get up on my feet again, but failed as a foot had hit my stomach. I’d stumbled a little, falling backwards and landing on the cold asphalt, sprawled out in front of them.
“Faggot!” One of the guys in the back had yelled, spitting in my direction. And I hadn’t quite comprehended what had happened, because it’d all happened so fast and it’d all been so surreal.
But then they’d just come at me all at once, and I hadn’t known where to try to punch back at and where to concentrate on the sudden pain that suddenly flashed all over me. Tears had run down my cheeks and all I had thought of was to cover my face in my hands. The taste of blood had been more than evident and I’d coughed on it, feeling something inside of me crack as one of them had kicked against my chest.
Then a sudden silence had fallen and I’d opened my eyes to look up at them. They’d stood in a circle around me, looking down at me with eyes that almost glowed in the dark, almost red with hate, and I’d swallowed loudly.
One of them had stood between my legs and as he’d raised his foot over my crotch, he’d spat down at my face. “You’ll never fuck again,” he’d hissed and mocked and then stepped down on me with so much power that I’d seen spots before my eyes. My whole body had ached and I’d felt my fucking balls just pound at the sudden beat.
They’d all laughed as I’d curled up into a ball in the middle of their circle, hugging my knees and hiding my face under my arm.
I’d heard the music, Billie’s voice muffled behind that door and Mike’s bass lingering throughout the song, making the ground slightly shake. And I’d heard my drums and John’s bad drumming, but I hadn’t cared and all I’d wanted was for someone to see me.
And then I’d seen the door open and a girl stumble out, possibly drunk and she’d made her way towards my alley, covering her mouth with her hand like she was going to throw up. With every last drop of strength inside of me, I’d tried to scream, to say something, to whisper something, but nothing came out besides blood.
But then she’d stopped and looked in my direction, as if she’d seen something and her jaw had dropped as she’d backed away. She’d seen me. She’d understand it all, and had made her way back to the club, to throw the door open and possibly yell something horrific enough for them to stop the music and for Billie to cry my name out into the cold night.
I hadn’t known whether he’d thought I’d been the one hitting or the one on the ground, since the last thing he’d seen had been me storming out of there in rage, but it hadn’t mattered because I’d heard him scream for people to move aside as he’d made his way out to me.
The men had left faster than I’d thought possible, and now it’d been only me and the cold, wet ground there and my sore breathing echoing around me.
“Shit, man,” somebody had gasped, but I hadn’t been able to look at him and I hadn’t known his voice. “Call an ambulance,” he’d said and I’d heard someone else dial on a cell phone down by my feet. I had felt the sudden change in heat as people had gathered around me, but no one had touched me or even talked to me, everyone had just stopped and gasped and I’d been scared.
“B- Bill,” I’d tried to cough out and someone had knelt down beside me.
“What did you say?” He’d asked and a tear had run down my cheek. I hadn’t had any strength left to say it again. Please, don’t make me say it again.
And then I’d heard him come. I’d heard his breaths coming out ragged, like he’d been panting like a dog, and I’d known that he’d been running. He’d knelt down by my head, touching me in places he’d probably thought didn’t hurt.
“Tre, fuck, Tre,” he’d whispered, over and over again.
His fingers had burnt on my skin, but they’d touched me so soft that it’d been a contrast to everything else that had happened that evening, and it’d felt like the most sensual thing in the whole world. I’d felt him trace something, possibly a cut, across my cheek and it had stung and I had gasped and coughed, but it’d still felt like nothing else on this earth.
The lower part of my body had ached and the area from my thighs up to my chest had pounded, but his hand had been there, moving across my belly, touching something that’d hurt impossibly much, tracing something I hadn’t even been aware of. And then his fingers were up by my neck again and I’d felt how sticky they’d been with blood.
I’d tried to open my eyes, and I’d managed to get them open half-lidded, looking at him through bloody eyelashes. He’d been a mess with tears running down his face and his nose dripping and cheeks flushed as he’d kept on looking up and down my body.
“Bill,” I’d coughed out and he’d met my eyes, sobbing loudly towards me.
Mike had also come and had just been standing there, looking at me and looking like he’d just seen a ghost or something.
I had heard the ambulance in the background, far away but still close enough for me to hear it, and I’d coughed as a sudden pressure had started to build up inside my chest.
“Fuck,” Billie had whispered and I’d lifted my hand to try and touch him, but it’d been too hard and I’d failed.
“Bi-,” had been the last sound of my voice, before the blood flooded over in my throat and I’d felt him kiss me, pressing his lips up against mine and just fucking bawl against me. He’d mumbled words I hadn’t been able to hear, sighing and curling his sticky fingers in my damp hair, crying out my name as he’d felt me fade away from him. And the last thing I’d seen before my vision had blurred out had been my blood on his lips.
As I’d woken up later that night, it’d still been dark outside. I’d been surprised as I’d felt both my eyes open, because I’d really thought they’d been swollen up and unable to open, but as I was staring at the ceiling of, what I’d guessed, the hospital, I’d thanked a few God’s out there for letting me keep my sight.
It’d taken a few moments for me to realise that I hadn’t been alone in the room. I’d heard my dad’s lazy snoring by the foot of the bed, and as I’d looked over there and seen him sitting there with John’s head on his shoulder, I’d wanted to smile a little.
Mike had sat on my right side, sleeping with his head on my thigh, probably not knowing what he’d been using as a pillow. His hand had been curled around my arm, right over the bandage for the cut I’d gotten a week earlier. I’d watched him for a minute, realising what he’d meant to me and what it’d suddenly meant to have a friend like him. He’d known me better than anyone else.
Then I’d looked to my left side, to my shoulder and Billie and his hand that gripped mine so tight upon my chest, and I’d sighed into his hair. His face had been buried in the crook of my neck, his nose rubbing under my ear as we moved when we breathed and his lips had somehow been attached to my neck, his breath warm and solid against me.
I hadn’t wanted to wake any of them, but as I’d kissed Billie’s hair, I’d moved my body a little and nudged Mike. He’d rubbed his eyes a little before finally realising where he’d been and he’d smiled as he’d met my eyes.
“Hey you,” he’d whispered and reached over to run a hand through my hair.
“Hi,” I’d answered, my voice cracking and sounding too raspy and worn-out to be used.
“How d’you feel?” He’d whispered then, keeping his hand up by my cheek and I’d nodded a little as an answer, not trusting my voice again, and he’d understood and nodded back at me. “God, Tre,” he’d sighed, rubbing his eyes again. “You really scared us.”
“Sorry,” I’d whispered, looking down at Billie’s sleeping body next to me.
And then Mike had touched my cheek again, making me look at him. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
I’d looked at him and nodded, wanting to speak, to reach for him and hug him and tell him how much he meant to me, but I couldn’t, so I just nodded.
Mike had smiled and rubbed my cheek again a little, nodding his head towards Billie. “I’m really happy for you two. And, I know Billie is, too,” he’d whispered, but then he’d gone serious and lent forward a little, towards me. “And whatever this was for,” he’d said, nodding his head towards my beat-up body. “Don’t be scared if it was because of,” he’d paused, looking into my eyes. “Because of you and Billie.”
My lower lip had shivered a little and I’d tried to tear my eyes away from him, but failed. “It was.”
And to that, Mike had nodded, smiling a little as he’d stroke away a tear under my eye.
“Everything will be okay, we’ll figure it out,” he’d said. And I’d believed him completely.
I’d closed my eyes for a while, suddenly enjoying the safe feeling of Mike’s fingers on my cheek, knowing that he would be there to protect me whenever I needed him. And no matter how girly that sounded, it’d felt good and comfortable and I couldn’t trust anyone more than I’d trusted him right then.
Billie had mumbled in his sleep, close to my ear and it’d felt good to have him like that, close enough to know that he, too, was safe and protected by the rest of us.
“Tre?” I’d heard Mike ask, and I’d opened my eyes to meet his and two other pairs, looking at me like I’d been dying.
“Da-Dad?” I’d said, choking up as I’d felt his hands on me, his cheek against mine as he’d hugged me and mumbled how much he’d loved me into my ear. His eyes had been filled with tears as he’d turned away and Mike had bent down and kissed my lips, telling me that they’d leave me a little to go and get coffee. I’d nodded and watched as they and John had left me, closing the door behind them to leave me and Billie in complete darkness.
The silence had been too much for me to bear and I couldn’t help but nudge Billie, just a little, to see how deeply he’d been sleeping. He’d mumbled and turned his head a little and I’d smiled to myself, nuzzling my nose into the mop of his black dreads once again.
“Tre?” He’d whispered after a while, his voice sleepy and his head lifting up slowly from underneath my chin.
“Hey,” I’d answered, and he’d smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my lips as lightly as he could possibly do.
“How do you feel?” He’d asked and it hadn’t mattered that Mike had asked me that same question just minutes before, I’d nodded once again, still not trusting my voice to not break if I’d said anything.
Billie had nodded back at me, kissing my lips and my cheek and my shoulder, all before noticing that the rest of the gang was gone from the room.
“Where are the guys?” He’d said and I’d shrugged, smirking a little as I’d done so and Billie had giggled.
“Coffee,” I’d said then, seriously, and he’d nodded.
Then he’d looked at me and run his hand soothing across my chest, back and forth as if he’d been preparing himself for something.
“It’s really bad, Tre,” he’d said then, not looking into my eyes.
And I hadn’t understood. “What is?”
“This,” he’d answered, touching me down my body, down my chest and stomach until his hand had laid flat over my crotch, and I’d felt him there before, but this had been different.
“What?” I’d asked and he’d looked down, trying to find words.
“Tre, they’d-,” he’d whispered, started, but sighed and looked up into my eyes. “They had to do some surgery.”
“What? What did they do?” I’d asked and my cheeks had flushed as I’d tried to remember where I’d been hit.
“They asked your dad if he should be the one to tell you, and he asked me because he thought it might be easier for you. Mike doesn’t know. And neither does John. But,” he’d said and paused, catching his breath. “They had to take something away.”
My jaw had dropped and I’d wanted to reach down and touch myself, to feel what’d been lost and what’d been still there, but I couldn’t move.
“My-my,” I stuttered. “My dick?” I’d gasped out and Billie had sort of smirked and bent forward to kiss me once again, and I’d felt confused.
“No, Tre, that’s still there,” he’d smiled against my lips. “They had to take a ball. It was too beaten up and they said it wouldn’t work properly because it was sort of,” he’d stopped and searched for words. “Smashed.”
My breath had been stuck in my throat and I hadn’t known what to say. They’d taken away a ball? My ball? From now on, was I going to be called a one-balled guy? The questions ran through my mind and my thoughts were spinning, and Billie was right there with his hand upon the cover of the bed, stroking me lightly through the thin fabric, but I had no idea what to do.
What could I do with only one ball?
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To Be Continued.
Author: Rebecka
Pairing: young!(Billie Joe/John, Billie Joe/Tre)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everybody in this story belong to themselves and I’m just using them for my own guilty pleasure, for entertainment only and completely without permission. I’m not making any profit out of it. Even though there are a lot of real facts in this story, remember that it is still fiction and I’m not saying that anything of this is true.
Word Count: 2 552 words.
Notes: It takes place in the formation and beginning of Green Day’s career. Billie Joe is dating John (Al Sobrante) when said drummer leaves the band to go to college. Will Billie let their new drummer Tre in? This story is told from Tre’s Point of View. (For a more detailed ‘Notes’ and ‘Dedication’, go to the Prologue.)
Dedication: This is dedicated to Tracy and Barb.
Visual Aids: Book Mobile Gang & John, drumming.
| Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
Worry Rock - Chapter Five
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I’d never been so scared in my entire life, standing there on my toes with the firm grip of the guy’s strong hand holding me up by my neck.
The sound of Billie’s voice echoed in my mind and even there, a good distance from the club, the music was still loud enough to drown the cry of help I’d made right before a trained fist had met my jaw.
They’d mumbled to each other in words I hadn’t understood, sounding hateful and angry and I’d flailed a little as I’d tried to push them away from me.
“Aufsch,” one of the uttered, sounding German, but not really, and I’d wondered what he’d meant.
Another fist had met my face and my vision had gone blurry instantly and all I’d felt had been the wet ground beneath me as the hand had let go of me and let me fall to my knees. A sudden taste of copper had lingered in the back of my throat and I’d blinked in the darkness, fearing what had waited me.
They’d hissed, but laughed at me as I’d tried to get up on my feet again, but failed as a foot had hit my stomach. I’d stumbled a little, falling backwards and landing on the cold asphalt, sprawled out in front of them.
“Faggot!” One of the guys in the back had yelled, spitting in my direction. And I hadn’t quite comprehended what had happened, because it’d all happened so fast and it’d all been so surreal.
But then they’d just come at me all at once, and I hadn’t known where to try to punch back at and where to concentrate on the sudden pain that suddenly flashed all over me. Tears had run down my cheeks and all I had thought of was to cover my face in my hands. The taste of blood had been more than evident and I’d coughed on it, feeling something inside of me crack as one of them had kicked against my chest.
Then a sudden silence had fallen and I’d opened my eyes to look up at them. They’d stood in a circle around me, looking down at me with eyes that almost glowed in the dark, almost red with hate, and I’d swallowed loudly.
One of them had stood between my legs and as he’d raised his foot over my crotch, he’d spat down at my face. “You’ll never fuck again,” he’d hissed and mocked and then stepped down on me with so much power that I’d seen spots before my eyes. My whole body had ached and I’d felt my fucking balls just pound at the sudden beat.
They’d all laughed as I’d curled up into a ball in the middle of their circle, hugging my knees and hiding my face under my arm.
I’d heard the music, Billie’s voice muffled behind that door and Mike’s bass lingering throughout the song, making the ground slightly shake. And I’d heard my drums and John’s bad drumming, but I hadn’t cared and all I’d wanted was for someone to see me.
And then I’d seen the door open and a girl stumble out, possibly drunk and she’d made her way towards my alley, covering her mouth with her hand like she was going to throw up. With every last drop of strength inside of me, I’d tried to scream, to say something, to whisper something, but nothing came out besides blood.
But then she’d stopped and looked in my direction, as if she’d seen something and her jaw had dropped as she’d backed away. She’d seen me. She’d understand it all, and had made her way back to the club, to throw the door open and possibly yell something horrific enough for them to stop the music and for Billie to cry my name out into the cold night.
I hadn’t known whether he’d thought I’d been the one hitting or the one on the ground, since the last thing he’d seen had been me storming out of there in rage, but it hadn’t mattered because I’d heard him scream for people to move aside as he’d made his way out to me.
The men had left faster than I’d thought possible, and now it’d been only me and the cold, wet ground there and my sore breathing echoing around me.
“Shit, man,” somebody had gasped, but I hadn’t been able to look at him and I hadn’t known his voice. “Call an ambulance,” he’d said and I’d heard someone else dial on a cell phone down by my feet. I had felt the sudden change in heat as people had gathered around me, but no one had touched me or even talked to me, everyone had just stopped and gasped and I’d been scared.
“B- Bill,” I’d tried to cough out and someone had knelt down beside me.
“What did you say?” He’d asked and a tear had run down my cheek. I hadn’t had any strength left to say it again. Please, don’t make me say it again.
And then I’d heard him come. I’d heard his breaths coming out ragged, like he’d been panting like a dog, and I’d known that he’d been running. He’d knelt down by my head, touching me in places he’d probably thought didn’t hurt.
“Tre, fuck, Tre,” he’d whispered, over and over again.
His fingers had burnt on my skin, but they’d touched me so soft that it’d been a contrast to everything else that had happened that evening, and it’d felt like the most sensual thing in the whole world. I’d felt him trace something, possibly a cut, across my cheek and it had stung and I had gasped and coughed, but it’d still felt like nothing else on this earth.
The lower part of my body had ached and the area from my thighs up to my chest had pounded, but his hand had been there, moving across my belly, touching something that’d hurt impossibly much, tracing something I hadn’t even been aware of. And then his fingers were up by my neck again and I’d felt how sticky they’d been with blood.
I’d tried to open my eyes, and I’d managed to get them open half-lidded, looking at him through bloody eyelashes. He’d been a mess with tears running down his face and his nose dripping and cheeks flushed as he’d kept on looking up and down my body.
“Bill,” I’d coughed out and he’d met my eyes, sobbing loudly towards me.
Mike had also come and had just been standing there, looking at me and looking like he’d just seen a ghost or something.
I had heard the ambulance in the background, far away but still close enough for me to hear it, and I’d coughed as a sudden pressure had started to build up inside my chest.
“Fuck,” Billie had whispered and I’d lifted my hand to try and touch him, but it’d been too hard and I’d failed.
“Bi-,” had been the last sound of my voice, before the blood flooded over in my throat and I’d felt him kiss me, pressing his lips up against mine and just fucking bawl against me. He’d mumbled words I hadn’t been able to hear, sighing and curling his sticky fingers in my damp hair, crying out my name as he’d felt me fade away from him. And the last thing I’d seen before my vision had blurred out had been my blood on his lips.
As I’d woken up later that night, it’d still been dark outside. I’d been surprised as I’d felt both my eyes open, because I’d really thought they’d been swollen up and unable to open, but as I was staring at the ceiling of, what I’d guessed, the hospital, I’d thanked a few God’s out there for letting me keep my sight.
It’d taken a few moments for me to realise that I hadn’t been alone in the room. I’d heard my dad’s lazy snoring by the foot of the bed, and as I’d looked over there and seen him sitting there with John’s head on his shoulder, I’d wanted to smile a little.
Mike had sat on my right side, sleeping with his head on my thigh, probably not knowing what he’d been using as a pillow. His hand had been curled around my arm, right over the bandage for the cut I’d gotten a week earlier. I’d watched him for a minute, realising what he’d meant to me and what it’d suddenly meant to have a friend like him. He’d known me better than anyone else.
Then I’d looked to my left side, to my shoulder and Billie and his hand that gripped mine so tight upon my chest, and I’d sighed into his hair. His face had been buried in the crook of my neck, his nose rubbing under my ear as we moved when we breathed and his lips had somehow been attached to my neck, his breath warm and solid against me.
I hadn’t wanted to wake any of them, but as I’d kissed Billie’s hair, I’d moved my body a little and nudged Mike. He’d rubbed his eyes a little before finally realising where he’d been and he’d smiled as he’d met my eyes.
“Hey you,” he’d whispered and reached over to run a hand through my hair.
“Hi,” I’d answered, my voice cracking and sounding too raspy and worn-out to be used.
“How d’you feel?” He’d whispered then, keeping his hand up by my cheek and I’d nodded a little as an answer, not trusting my voice again, and he’d understood and nodded back at me. “God, Tre,” he’d sighed, rubbing his eyes again. “You really scared us.”
“Sorry,” I’d whispered, looking down at Billie’s sleeping body next to me.
And then Mike had touched my cheek again, making me look at him. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
I’d looked at him and nodded, wanting to speak, to reach for him and hug him and tell him how much he meant to me, but I couldn’t, so I just nodded.
Mike had smiled and rubbed my cheek again a little, nodding his head towards Billie. “I’m really happy for you two. And, I know Billie is, too,” he’d whispered, but then he’d gone serious and lent forward a little, towards me. “And whatever this was for,” he’d said, nodding his head towards my beat-up body. “Don’t be scared if it was because of,” he’d paused, looking into my eyes. “Because of you and Billie.”
My lower lip had shivered a little and I’d tried to tear my eyes away from him, but failed. “It was.”
And to that, Mike had nodded, smiling a little as he’d stroke away a tear under my eye.
“Everything will be okay, we’ll figure it out,” he’d said. And I’d believed him completely.
I’d closed my eyes for a while, suddenly enjoying the safe feeling of Mike’s fingers on my cheek, knowing that he would be there to protect me whenever I needed him. And no matter how girly that sounded, it’d felt good and comfortable and I couldn’t trust anyone more than I’d trusted him right then.
Billie had mumbled in his sleep, close to my ear and it’d felt good to have him like that, close enough to know that he, too, was safe and protected by the rest of us.
“Tre?” I’d heard Mike ask, and I’d opened my eyes to meet his and two other pairs, looking at me like I’d been dying.
“Da-Dad?” I’d said, choking up as I’d felt his hands on me, his cheek against mine as he’d hugged me and mumbled how much he’d loved me into my ear. His eyes had been filled with tears as he’d turned away and Mike had bent down and kissed my lips, telling me that they’d leave me a little to go and get coffee. I’d nodded and watched as they and John had left me, closing the door behind them to leave me and Billie in complete darkness.
The silence had been too much for me to bear and I couldn’t help but nudge Billie, just a little, to see how deeply he’d been sleeping. He’d mumbled and turned his head a little and I’d smiled to myself, nuzzling my nose into the mop of his black dreads once again.
“Tre?” He’d whispered after a while, his voice sleepy and his head lifting up slowly from underneath my chin.
“Hey,” I’d answered, and he’d smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my lips as lightly as he could possibly do.
“How do you feel?” He’d asked and it hadn’t mattered that Mike had asked me that same question just minutes before, I’d nodded once again, still not trusting my voice to not break if I’d said anything.
Billie had nodded back at me, kissing my lips and my cheek and my shoulder, all before noticing that the rest of the gang was gone from the room.
“Where are the guys?” He’d said and I’d shrugged, smirking a little as I’d done so and Billie had giggled.
“Coffee,” I’d said then, seriously, and he’d nodded.
Then he’d looked at me and run his hand soothing across my chest, back and forth as if he’d been preparing himself for something.
“It’s really bad, Tre,” he’d said then, not looking into my eyes.
And I hadn’t understood. “What is?”
“This,” he’d answered, touching me down my body, down my chest and stomach until his hand had laid flat over my crotch, and I’d felt him there before, but this had been different.
“What?” I’d asked and he’d looked down, trying to find words.
“Tre, they’d-,” he’d whispered, started, but sighed and looked up into my eyes. “They had to do some surgery.”
“What? What did they do?” I’d asked and my cheeks had flushed as I’d tried to remember where I’d been hit.
“They asked your dad if he should be the one to tell you, and he asked me because he thought it might be easier for you. Mike doesn’t know. And neither does John. But,” he’d said and paused, catching his breath. “They had to take something away.”
My jaw had dropped and I’d wanted to reach down and touch myself, to feel what’d been lost and what’d been still there, but I couldn’t move.
“My-my,” I stuttered. “My dick?” I’d gasped out and Billie had sort of smirked and bent forward to kiss me once again, and I’d felt confused.
“No, Tre, that’s still there,” he’d smiled against my lips. “They had to take a ball. It was too beaten up and they said it wouldn’t work properly because it was sort of,” he’d stopped and searched for words. “Smashed.”
My breath had been stuck in my throat and I hadn’t known what to say. They’d taken away a ball? My ball? From now on, was I going to be called a one-balled guy? The questions ran through my mind and my thoughts were spinning, and Billie was right there with his hand upon the cover of the bed, stroking me lightly through the thin fabric, but I had no idea what to do.
What could I do with only one ball?
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To Be Continued.