She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 14

***Nobody's POV***

I sighed as I looked out the window as we backed out of the parking lot. Billie stood there, mouth gaping. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He's not my dad! Why was he trying to be?

We pulled into the driveway and I ran to my room and locked the door. I flopped down onto the bed and cried into my pillow. Why was I? I should be happy. All I have to do is testify in court, and Isaac would be okay. He won't go to jail. He saved me. From myself.

I turned over and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I looked up at the ceiling. There stood the poster of Billie. He was staring down at me. "Stop it!"I yelled at it and turned on my side.

I started to think again. Why was my mom hugging Billie? They did know each other for a while, but, what was he doing there? Could he be my dad? I mean, it all adds up now that I think about it.

My dad lives in California. So does Billie. My dad has a wife, a son, and a baby on the way. So does Billie. My dad is in a band and their popular. So is Billie. Then I thought of the one thing that should have been obvious all along. My dad's name starts with Billy. So does Billie's!

I slapped my hand on my forehead. How the hell could I have been so stupid?! I have to be the dumbest person on the planet!

My heart raced. Billie Joe fucking Armstrong is my dad! I yelled at him! I hung up on him! Why wouldn't I just believe it? I guess it just seemed so impossible that I believed it was.

Mom. She lied. Again.

I got out of bed and walked down the hall to the living room. She was sitting on the couch watching TV. I walked in front of it and turned it off. "What did you do that for?"she asked, looking shocked.
"You lied, Mom."
"A-about what, Nobody?"
"Everything. How old you were when you had me, how old you are now... Dad."
"Baby, I don't know what your talking abou-"
"Cut the crap, Mom! You're lying again!"
She looked at me with sad eyes.
"I haven't lied to you about anything."
"Yes, you have! You were thirteen when you had me, Mom! You're twenty-six, not thirty-one! And Bill-"
"What about him?"
"H-he's my dad, isn't he?"
She took a deep breath while I stared at her.
"Y-yes. Yes, he is. I... I'm sorry I never told you."
"Yeah. Well, so am I."

I walked to my room. I quietly shut the door. I walked to the closet and took out a booksack. I packed everything I could fit in it. I reached for anything that was left in the droor I was digging in and accidentally grabbed the handle of my knife. I took it out and shrugged. I put it in my booksack.

I slung it over my back and walked out the door. Mom watched me as I walked passed. I turned away and said "Bye" right before walking out the door. I got on my bike and rode off into the night.