She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 11

I stepped back from the window. My mouth dropped. "Whoah, "Isaac said from the floor, "Billie Joe Armstrong's your dad?" "N-no,"I said,"He can't be.

"Please believe me," Billie said through the foghorn, "I am. I love you." I broke down. He can't be my dad! He just can't! He doesn't even know me! If he is my father, and he does love me, then why the hell did he call me "Nobody?"

***Billie's POV***

Scarlet stood at the window. She was crying. Was it because she didn't believe me? Was it because she was so shocked? Or was it because I accidentally called her "Nobody?" It didn't matter. She was crying anyway. I can't stand to see her like that.

They took the foghorn away from me. "Sorry, Mr. Armstrong,"he said, "You're scaring the kid." I let them take it. They were right. It didn't matter what she was crying at, it was me who caused it.

***Nobody's POV***

I watched as they took the foghorn away from him. I sat back on the ground right next to the window. I was still crying.

I looked up at the ceiling. I sighed. I am absolutely hating my life right now. I'm a hostage, I don't know my dad, my mom lies to me about everything, I only have one friend, and everyone calls me "Nobody." Hey, you'd be sad too if your life was anything like mine...

I couldn't take it anymore! I stood up and ran behind the counter. "Hey!" Issac yelled.
"Don't worry," I said, "I ain't goin' anywhere." I opened the cash register and took out the tray. I reached into the back of the register and grabbed the blade that I kept back there, just in case.

I shut the register and lifted the sleeve of my hoodie. "Hey!" Isaac said getting up, "What do you think you're doing to yourself?!"
"I have to!"
"No you don't!"
"It's the only thing that makes the pain go away!"
"No it's not!"

I raised the blade to my arm but he snatched it away.
"Hey!" I glared at him.
He put it in his pocket. I rolled my sleeve back down, crossed my arms, and sunk to the ground. "Don't pout," he said from the other side of the counter, "Cutting yourself won't solve anything. It's not good for you and you know it. So stop doing it."

***Billie's POV***

I paced up and down. Tre kept trying to talk to me. "C'mon, Bill. She'll be okay."
"No she won't. I know she won't. She's going to die."
"You're being stupid."
"No! I'm being realistic. She's stuck in there with a phsycopath. Anything could happen."
"Get your head out of your ass."
"Fuck off, Tre."

I walked back and forth with Tre following me, trying to calm me down. It wasn't going to work. I'm as pissed as you can possibly imagine.

"Thank you, officer," a woman said. I looked up with a jolt. Lizz. She spotted me and jumped into my arms. "Oh my God, Billie!"she cried into my arm, "My baby's in there!" I stroked the back of her head.
"I know. Our baby's in there."
"She's gonna die! I just know it!"
"Shhh... No she's not. She'll be fine."

I kissed the top of her head. What was I doing? Could I be falling in love with Lizz all over again? No, I can't. I shouldn't. I've got Adrienne. I've got a son and a baby boy on the way.

And a daughter who's a hostage...

***Nobody's POV***

I looked out the window up at the sky. It was getting dark. I looked down and my mouth dropped. My mom was hugging Billie Joe. Well, they did go out for a while. Maybe they remember each other...

He kissed the top of her head. Maybe he is my da- No. He can't be. He's not. I won't believe it. He's just trying to get me excited.

The phone in the back room rang. I looked at Isaac. "Don't you dare move," he said, "I'm going to get it. On second though, come with me." I pushed off the wall I was leaning on and followed him into the back room.

He picked up the phone. "Hello?"he said, "Yeah... Mhmm... Fuck no... Sure, whatever...,"he handed the phone to me, "It's the news. Tell 'em what you want. There's nothin' they can do."

I lifted the phone to my ear.
"H-hello?"
"Hi, this is Patricia Swatson, from Channel 8 News."
"H-hi."
"What's the situation?"
"Well, as far as I can tell, Tre Cool and Billie Joe Armstrong are here, Billie's hugging my mom, and it's getting late."
"Are you afraid?"
"No, not really anymore."
"How can you not be afraid?"
"I'm just not, okay?"
"Are you hurt?"
"No, not really."
"Not really?"
"Ya know, you news people take things way to literal."
She laughed. I got mad.
"How the hell can you laugh when you're talking to a fucking hostage?!"
"Sorry."
"No you're not."

I hung up. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

***Billie's POV***

Someone had a radio on. I could hear a woman and a girl's voice. Scarlet. Lizz, Tre, and I ran over. It was a reporter talking to Scarlet over the phone. She asked thing like, "Are you scrared?" and "Are you hurt?" Each one was answered with a "no." My heart lept. Thank God she's not hurt.

Then the reporter laughed and Scarlet got pissed. She cussed her out and hung up. Lizz smiled. "Just like her father,"she said. I smiled. Yeah, just like me.

Then I snapped. I ran up to an officer. "Hey," I said, "Is there anyway I could do that?"
"What? Talk to her on the phone?"
"Yeah."
"What for?"
"None of your fucking business."
"You have to tell me or we can't."
I got mad. Oh well, the news will be unleashed onto the world anyway...
"Uh! Okay, she's my fucking daughter alright!"
"Daughter?"
"Yes, daughter! Now let me get on the fucking phone!"

He stared at me blankly. Then he handed me a cell phone. I put it to my ear. It was ringing. My stomach flip-flopped. "Hello?" a man's voice said.
"Can I talk to Scarlet, please?"
"Who? Nobody? Sure, why not?"

He sounded pretty rude. How could she not be hurt? A girl's voice came over.
"Hello?"
"Nobody, I-"

She hung up. I wanted to cry. But I didn't. Men shouldn't cry in front of other people.