"Ow- that hurts!" Billie winced as I sighed moving the wet towel away from his cheek.

"Sorry," I mumbled sarcastically walking back into his bathroom to wash the blood of the towel.

"How's your head?" I heard Mike ask Billie from his room.

"Pounding, I feel like it's gonna explode or something,"

"Your heads not gonna explode," I told him rolling my eyes as I walked back in. "You've just gotta headache. Don't try and act like it's a concussion or anything, next thing y'know he'll be acting like he doesn't know who we are,"

"Who is this talking to me?" He asked Tre who was sat beside him with a clueless look on his face. Tre sniggering lightly at the clearly immature joke.

"Billie shut up, I don't have time for this." I told him bluntly kneeling back in front of him with the wet towel in my hand.

"-Alright... sorry,"

I began to clean the cut on his cheek as Billie bit his lip trying not to pull away or say 'ow' for the millionth time.

"Your step dad sucks," Mike commented from behind me.

"I agree." Billie grunted through gritted teeth, since the wet towel on his cut was causing him pain. But he knew if he moaned about the pain one more time I wouldn't of took it nicely, I think they could all tell I was on the verge.

"There." I finally sighed pulling the towel away. "It's cleaned. Now you just need to stick a patch on it,"

"Are you joking?"

"No...?"

"I'll look like an idiot with a patch on my face!"

"What and you won't look like an idiot with a cut on it?" Mike asked.

"I think it looks cool," Tre weirdly complimented observing the huge gash in Billies left cheek.

"You're being a baby. It's just a big plaster." I sighed re opening the first aid box I stole from my house, I pulled out a plaster big enough to cover the cut and shut the box again. "I can't believe he did this," I whispered to myself gently placing the plaster over the cut on his face. I patted it on before quickly planting a kiss on his other cheek as I stood back up, fast enough for neither Tre or Mike to realise.

"I mean he didn't mean to cut my cheek," Billie shrugged.

"He shouldn't of slapped you anyway dude," Tre pointed out shaking his head slightly. "That's literally abuse,"

"It's fine," Billie lightly smiled shrugging it off.

"Billie Joe he cut your cheek," I sternly grumbled with my hands on my hips, looking down at him as he was still sat on the edge of his bed.

"Actually his ring cut me."

"His ring cut you because he slapped you and the ring caught your flesh- but either way you shouldn't of been slapped." I argued.

"Trust me- I fucking know." Billie finally snapped. Using a sort of aggressive tone. I widened my eyes and backed down as I picked up the first aid kit off the floor and walked into his bathroom to wash my hands as I heard Tre speak up.

"Billie she just helped you,"

"You're right. I'm sorry, I'm just in pain,"

"What are you gonna tell your mom about the huge plaster?" Mike questioned.

"I'll say I fell out a tree and scratched it on a branch or something."

I walked back into the room taking a seat on Billies bean bag in the corner. "Are you ever gonna tell her what happens with him?"

"No,"

"Beej you really should," Mike breathed out pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, I think the three of us were getting frustrated with him. We cared about him, And wanted what was best for him, But the bigger problem was he didn't care about helping himself... at least that's what I thought half the time.

"He would kill me if he finds out,"

"Yeah if he doesn't kill you before," Tre commented.

"Billie he slaped you, it's not even like it's the first time. And it's not like it'll be the last. You had that busted lip the other week and the other day with a black eye. These are all quintessence of being badly treated and you don't even care that much. So what... you was a little Impertinent towards him, doesn't mean he's allowed to hit you."

"Echo it's not as easy as just telling someone-"

"-Yes it is!" I strained. Mike and Tre staying silent as Billie and I began to argue. "All you have to do is tell your mom- or someone!"

"I can't just tell my mom! Y'know what- you're not helping,"

"I'm not helping? I just cleaned your cut for you Billie Joe and I'm trying to help you to prevent these things from happening again!"

"Carrying on telling me the same thing all the time isn't helping! It's annoying!"

"You act like I'm beleaguering you! I'm not! I'm giving you advice!"

"I don't even know what that word fucking means! Y'know what your advice is shit! And so is your stupid plasters." He spat before ripping the plaster in a fast action away from him off of his face, revealing the cut once again. "Ow shit! I didn't think that through," He winced in clear pain.

"Y'know what!? That's fine!" I stood up off of the bean bag and looked over at him, his hand on his irritated sore cheek. "You think Mike or Tre know how to clean you up after things like these?"

"I don't need cleaning up! I'm not a child!" He shouted back as he stood up also, matching my height. Maybe just a little taller.

"You're not a child-" I sarcastically laughed. "You sure do act like one!"

"No I don't!"

"I've had enough of this! I came over to yours- with the band aid kit I stole from my house- to come clean you up and make sure you didn't get an infection or anything. I made sure you was okay and you throw it back in my face because I worry about you and your home situation, fuck you Billie joe!"

His eyes widened instantly. "Fuck me?" He asked me, with his finger pointing to himself in the chest. "No- fuck you!"

"You're an ungrateful son of a fucking bitch Billie joe and I hope you realise that while you- you wallow in your self pity when you're on your own tonight!"

"I don't need you! I don't need you! And your stupid little first aid kit or your prissy little plasters!"

"Fine! Then me and my prissy little plasters, will leave!"

"G-good!" He finally got out, crossing his arms.

I stormed off before picking up my first aid kit with all my 'prissy little plasters' in and other junk. Not even saying goodbye to Mike or Tre and letting myself out his front door.

I tried to help him- and he just... threw it right back into my face.

I hate boys. Who needs them? Not Echo.

~

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." I repeated out loud scowling as I kept my eyes on Kennedys bedroom floor.

"Why did you even get into that argument in the first place?" Layla asked from beside me on the floor.

Obviously even though I may have thought I hated the guy I couldn't tell them what he goes through. it would be ignorant.

"H-he..." I paused thinking.

"He?"

"He... he fell out a tree. Yeah, and then he cut his cheek open on a branch or... or something I think he said. So I came all the way over to his to help him with the first aid kit from my house. Keeping in mind if my mom ever found out I stole it even just for borrowage she would bury me in the ground faced down. But anyway, for the idiot and the idiot I was I did, I cleaned his stupid cut and put a plaster on his face, he just would not shut up! About how stupid the plaster apparently made him look. So we got in an argument, we told each other to fuck off- and then he had the nerve to call my plasters prissy!"

Mae looked at me confused. "What does prissy mean?"

"He called them what now?" Layla asked trying not to smile.

"Prissy means over the top and fussy I think?" Kennedy replied to Mae.

"He called them prissy! My plasters are not- How can a plaster even be prissy!?"

"Echo chill," Layla instructed placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll sort things out,"

"I dont wanna sort things out, I dont need him and I was stupid to think talngling with Billie Joe Armstrong would have been a good idea. I really fucking liked him too- I even let him take me out to a party-"

"-You went to a party?" Kennedy asked shocked.

"Yeah! He was so sweet whilst we was in the car ready to go in. He told me that if at anytime I become uncomfortable to tug him and we can leave. I even kissed him, for fuck sake I even sat and cried to him. And now he's just a cock. I didn't need him before, I don't need him now." I finished my rant and looked up at the three of them.

They didn't even ask about the confessions I admitted. They all just pouted sympathetically at me like I was a child in pain.

"What?" I asked, some what bluntly.

"Oh Echo," Mae sighed, still with the same expression. "You, me and even they know... that that's not true."

I looked at her annoyed before stopping myself from saying something harsh. I breathed out and returned my eyes down to the white carpet. "I know, but if I say it enough times it will be,"

"Thats not how it works Echo,"