She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 6

***Five Minutes Later***
***Liz's POV***

I hung up the phone with my boyfriend, Steve. He's handsome and all, but, he's not really that fun. He's a little boring and cheesy, really. He just keeps trying to get into my pants.

I sat on the couch with my legs crossed and put a hand to my forehead. Nobody's dad came. Billie Joe. Thoughts kept rushing through my head of the night when she was concieved. What the hell was I thinking? I was only thirteen! But I loved him so much. But again, I was only thirteen. What did I know about love?

I've always lied to my daughter. I'm always yelling at her, too. I don't mean to hurt her like this. I can't stand it when I do. I hate myself for doing it. She's such a beautiful girl with a gorgeous name that's covered by a horrible nickname. If only I could tell her about her father...

He's a wonderful person full of love and compassion. He's in a band and has a wife and two kids. I've told her that much. I won't say his name. I say it's Billy-something. I tell her I can't rememer the band he's in.

The only thing I have left of him is that stupid picture of us outside of Nobody's door. It was after a concert when his band was called Sweet Children. I've met Mike and Al, but, the new guy, Tre Cool, I haven't.

I've missed Billie so much. He suprised me when I opened the front door to find him standing there looking at me with those big, green eyes of his. Such a beautiful smile.

I wish I could tell her about him, but, I can't. I think it would be too much for her to take. I mean, I've lied to her about everything. Even how old I was when I had her and how old I am now. Usually a woman says she's younger than she really is, but, being only twenty-six with a thirteen-year-old daughter, it's the other way around.

I started to cry. Why do I have to do this to her?! She needs her father!

***Same Time***
***Billie's POV***

My baby needs me. That's all I could think as I sat there with my hand on my forehead. I let Mike drive to the apartment we were staying at. I sat in the backseat while Tre was practically unconscious in the front.

We walked into our room. I promised Adi that I would call her when the concert was over. I dialed the number. I waited a while before she finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby."
"Hey, sweetie! How'd the concert go?"
"Fine."
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no. Nothing's wrong."

I hate lying to her. It tears me up inside.
"Billie, something's wrong."
I stayed quiet.
"You went to look for her, didn't you?"
I didn't answer her.
"You did, didn't you?!"
Still, I kept quiet as she cried over the line.
"Billie! You promised! You told me that you would never go to look for her!"
"I had my fingers crossed."
"You bastard!"
"C'mon, baby. Don't be like that."


I tried to keep the lump down in my throat. I've only fought with her once before, and that's when I told her that I had another kid.
"Billie... Why? Why would you do this to me?!"
"I didn't do anything to you! Come on, Adi, stop crying."
"I... can't!"
"I love you, Adi."
"Oh, really?"
"Of course I do! You know that!"
"Then why would you go behind my back, Billie?! Huh?! Why?!"

She was right. I did. I felt terrible because of it.
"Adi, come on, baby. Please don't get mad."
"Why the hell shouldn't I?!"
"Because! She's my fucking daughter! I have to see her!"

She didn't say anything anymore. "Hello? Adi?"I said. Then I heard a voice. It wasn't Adi's though:"If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again."

I slammed the phone down onto the reciever and lay down on the couch. I let the lump in the back of my throat go and tears flowed out my eyes. I sniffed and rubbed my nose. I let out a breathe and sat up. I let my arms rest on my legs and my hands dangle. I ran a hand through my hair.

Damn I need a beer.