Billie Jo (28 page)

Billie walked up the driveway of her mum's house with
a feeling of trepidation. As she rang the doorbell, she
wished that she could just turn around and run away.
Hazel answered the door, thanked her for coming, and
then popped out to do some shopping, leaving Billie
and Chelle alone.

Billie was shocked by how rough her mother looked.
Although she was a fair old size, Michelle had always
dressed and looked glamorous, but today she looked like
shit and it was the first time Billie ever remembered
seeing her mum without an ounce of make-up on.
Usually, she was one of those women that wouldn't even
put the milk bottles on the doorstep without her full slap
on.

Billie handed her the bottle of wine she'd purchased.
She didn't like to encourage her to drink but was at a
loss for what else to buy her. 'All right, Mum? I bought
you this. Now, why did you want to see me?'

Michelle burst into tears. Everything she had kept to
herself in the last few days came tumbling out. 'I'm so
sorry for the way I've treated you over the years, Billie.
I was so jealous of how close you was to your father.
He loved you, but he never loved me. I think he only
stayed with me because he couldn't bear to be parted
from you, and I was eaten up with anger that you could
be so close to him, but me, I might as well have been
invisible at times.'

As she poured them both a glass of wine, Billie felt
pity, but nothing else. 'I'm sorry you felt that way, Mum.
I did try and make you feel included, but you just seemed
to push me away all the time. You were so obsessed with
what Dad was up to, you had no time for me at all.'

Michelle took a large gulp from her glass. 'I never
trusted him, that's why, Billie. I knew he despised me
and that hurt like hell. I loved him, you know. I mean,
really loved him and it broke my heart to find out he
was at it with other women. I still love him now, deep
down. I'll never feel for another man what I felt for your
dad.'

Billie looked at her mother sympathetically, not really
knowing what to say. 'Why the change of heart, Mum?
And why are you telling me all of this now?'

'I'm telling you because I'm in a lot of trouble and I
think I'm going to prison.'

'What?' Billie said, looking at her mother in disbelief.

'I've been involved in a car accident and I'd been
drinking.' Michelle started sobbing and Billie could barely
make sense of what she was trying to say. As soon as she
realised that her mother had killed someone, Billie was
filled with nothing but disgust. She couldn't stop thinking
of the poor woman who had died and the grieving family
that she had left behind.

'So Hazel took me to the police station this morning.
I've been charged and now I have to wait for a court date.
My solicitor reckons I'll definitely get a prison sentence.
He said that the judges are coming down real hard these
days on drink-driving and now the woman's dead, I'll
probably go down. Trust her to die. That's just my luck.
Will you stick by me, Billie, and come and visit me?
Apart from Hazel, all my friends have turned their backs
on me and I really need you to be there for me.'

Billie looked at the lush of a human who happened to
be her mother. She couldn't believe the selfishness of the
woman. Michelle seemed more worried about herself than
about the poor woman she'd wiped off the face of the
earth. Billie picked her handbag up off the floor and stood
up. She had to get out. Being around her mother was
bringing back too many bad memories.

'I'm going now, Mum. I need time alone to get my head
round all of this. I think you need to take a long hard look
at yourself. Ten minutes I've been here and you haven't
showed one iota of remorse for the poor woman that you
killed. You haven't even mentioned her family or anything.
As usual, everything is about you, you and you and I'm
sick of it, Mum. Maybe going to prison will do you good
and make you into a nicer person. At least you won't be
able to drink in there. That's your problem, the drink. It's
the bane of your life and until you get some help, you're
not going to change. Think about what I've said, 'cause
all of it's true. I'll be in touch.'

Lost for words, Michelle watched Billie walk out of
the door.

Danny woke up on the sofa feeling like complete shit.
He'd managed to avoid Debbie by not coming home till
two in the morning. Now he was being woken up by her
whining fucking voice.

'Want some breakfast, babe?' she asked in her common
Essex accent.

Danny ignored her and walked into the bedroom. He
pulled the quilt over his head and went back to sleep.
Debbie made herself some Marmite on toast and a coffee.
She was glad he'd gone back to bed, as she had something
important to do.

Taking the carrier bag into the bathroom, she locked
the door and proceeded to unwrap the pregnancy test that
she'd bought the day before. When she saw the blue line
appear, she could hardly contain her excitement. Danny
was the type of bloke she'd been trying to collar all of
her life and now she had him trapped. He'd been a bit
quiet and off with her lately and she was sure he was
missing seeing his son. Well, he wouldn't have to worry
any more, now he had another baby on the way. She could
hardly wait for him to wake up to tell him the good news.

Billie tried to put her mother's awful situation out of her
mind, as she prepared for Jade and Terry Junior to arrive
that afternoon. Jade had been promising to come down
for weeks, but because of work commitments and then
Terry Junior having chickenpox, she'd had to cancel twice.

Billie couldn't wait to see her. She was staying for two
nights and travelling back on Sunday. Jamie, being the
diamond that he was, had guessed they had a lot of
catching up to do and had arranged to stay at his mum's.

'Tell Jade I'll take you all out for a meal tomorrow and
don't forget, if you get any grief off Danny, ring me and
I'll come straight home,' he shouted as he reached his car.

Jade arrived shortly afterwards. Billie couldn't believe
how radiant she looked. She'd had her long blonde hair
cut into a modern shoulder-length style and looked
absolutely fantastic. Terry Junior had grown up so much,
he was barely recognisable. He talked ten to the dozen
in a part-Somerset, part-London accent. His hair was short
and spiky and he looked uncannily like her father. He
was so cute you could almost eat him.

Jade fussed terribly over Danny Junior and Billie was
ecstatic as both boys got on immediately. Watching DJ
showing Terry Junior his new toy, Billie smiled at Jade.

'We don't call him Danny any more, we only call him
DJ now. In fact I'm hoping to change his name by deed
poll. If I can do it without having the arsehole's consent, I
will. I want him to have as little in common with that bastard
as possible.'

Jade laughed. 'I make you one hundred per cent right.
Now then, tell me all about Jamie.'

Billie needed no encouragement. Twenty minutes later,
she still hadn't come up for air. 'In fact,' she finished,
'I can honestly say, for the first time since my dad died,
that I feel my life is worth living. That's how happy he's
made me.'

'I am so, so pleased for you, Billie, I really am. Now
I've got some news for you. Please don't be angry with
me, will you?'

'Why, what's happened?' Billie was intrigued.

'I've met someone. His name's Mike. He's a doctor at
a local hospital near where I live. He's forty years old
and I really like him. He's the first bloke I've given the
time of day to since your dad. I still love your dad, Bill,
and I always will, but at the end of the day, he's gone and
he's not coming back, is he? You're not angry with me,
are you?'

Billie immediately put Jade out of her misery. 'You
dopey cow. Of course I'm not angry with you. I'm really
pleased that you've met someone. I know how much you
loved my dad, but you have to get on with your life, Jade.
Now tell me more about Dr Mike. I want to know every
little detail. Is he good-looking? Is he rich? Is he good
in bed?'

Jade hugged her friend, laughed at her curiosity and
cried tears of joy at the same time. 'I'm so pleased
you're happy for me, Billie. I was so worried about
telling you.'

Billie squeezed Jade tightly and cried tears of happiness
with her. 'What are we like, both sitting here howling,
eh? Even our kids are looking at us like we're a pair of
nutters. Why don't I get that cold bottle of champagne
out of the fridge and we'll both celebrate our new-found
happiness.'

Jade wiped her eyes and smiled. 'I'll drink to that.'

Danny O'Leary woke up late in the afternoon. The smell
of good food cooking wafted through the bedroom door.
He got dressed quickly. He was absolutely starving.

Hearing movement, Debbie wandered into the bedroom.
'Oh, you're awake. Had a nice sleep, babe, did ya?'

Danny couldn't be bothered with small talk. 'What's
for dinner?'

Debbie smiled; she liked to please her man. 'Roast
chicken, stuffing, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes and
vegetables. Oh, and I've got us strawberry trifle and double
cream for afters.'

Danny looked at her in amazement. 'Fuck me, you're
pushing the boat out, ain't ya? What's the special occasion?'

'I'll tell you after we've eaten,' Debbie said, almost
bursting with pride.

Danny opened the lager he was handed and wondered
what the fuck was up. A roast dinner on a Friday was
unheard of and he wondered what was behind it. 'I hope
she ain't gonna propose, I need that like I need a hole in
the head,' he muttered quietly while she was out of earshot.
Danny hadn't eaten for approximately forty-eight hours
and devoured his dinner like a gannet.

Debbie took the dirty plates out to the kitchen and
brought in the dessert.

'I can't eat that yet, girl. I'm bloated enough as it is.
Stick it on the table. You can get me another beer while
you're up, though.'

Debbie sat on the armchair and smiled at him lovingly.
Danny was watching the telly, but out of the corner of
his eye, he could see her looking at him with a psycho
expression on her face.

'Come on then, what you got to tell me?' he asked in
a bored voice.

'I've got some really good news and I'm sure you'll
be pleased,' Debbie gabbled excitedly.

'With a bit of luck you've met someone else, or you're
emigrating to Australia,' Danny muttered under his breath.

'We're having a baby, Danny. Can you believe it? I'm
pregnant.'

Danny looked at her in horror. Noticing his expression,
Debbie rambled on. 'Look I know it wasn't planned, but
we'll be so happy together, me, you and the baby. I just
know we will.'

Danny stood up and walked over to where she was
sitting. Putting his hands on either side of her armchair,
he moved towards her, so his face was an inch away. 'You
stupid fucking bitch.' Grasping her neck with both hands,
he spoke quietly. 'You ring around tomorrow and get an
abortion sorted, do you understand me?'

Debbie nodded in horror as she felt his hands tighten
round her neck. 'I thought you'd be pleased,' she managed
to croak.

'Well I fucking ain't,' he said viciously. 'I don't care
what it costs. I'll pay for it, but I'm telling you now, if
you ain't got rid of that thing growing inside you by
next week, I'm gonna personally kick the fucking thing
out of you. Now, do you understand where I coming
from?'

Debbie nodded dumbly. She was petrified and couldn't
have spoken even if she had tried. Danny loosened the
grip on her neck and walked away from her. He could
have throttled the silly tart there and then quite easily.
Grabbing his phone and keys, he noticed the untouched
strawberry trifle lying on the table. Unable to stop himself,
he picked it up and slung it at her with all the force he
could muster.

'Enjoy your dessert, dear. Now you're eating for two,
you can have the whole lot, you stupid fucking bitch.'

Pulling up outside his local, Danny sat in the car park
and banged his head against the steering wheel. Getting
out his couver, he nosed a couple of lines. Finding the
half-full bottle of Jack Daniels from the night before,
Danny began guzzling it. The quick hit of drink and drugs
made him morose. Everything had been going so well
for him until he'd met Billie fucking Jo. She'd been his
downfall and his insides were torn to pieces at the thought
of her shagging his ex-best mate.

He'd lost everything – his home, his pride, his son –
and it was all down to her. Even the fact he'd got that
silly tart Debbie pregnant was her doing. If Billie hadn't
denied him his fucking sexual rights, he would never have
got involved with Debbie in the first place. Picking up
his phone, he tried Billie's number again. Seven rings and
it went onto answerphone. As he swigged the last drop
of JD, Danny's temper got the better of him and he hurled
the empty bottle at the nearby churchyard wall.

'Hi, this is Billie. Leave a message and I'll call you
back.'

Near to tears, Danny left a message.

'Billie, it's me. I've been sitting here thinking and I've
come to the conclusion that you've ruined my life, you
fucking bitch. You denied me my sexual rights, ruined
my party, you took my boy away and ran off with my
best fucking mate. You really must hate me as there's not
much else you could have done to me, but I'm telling
you now, Bill, and I mean it, I'm gonna do the same to
you. I will ruin your life just the same as you've ruined
mine and I'll make you pay for everything bad you've
ever done to me. Then you'll know how I'm feeling right
now. I swear on Danny Junior's life, I'll get you back,
Billie Jo. I'll tell you what I'm gonna fucking do, shall
I . . . ?'

The answerphone message ran out of space before
Danny could complete his next sentence.