Seeing You For The First Time, chapter 1
How do you think people feel when they haven't seen their Dad for a really long time? Do you think they feel sad? Or unsatisfied with their life? Do you think you would be afraid to see your Dad because they chose some Woman over you? His own Daughter? Do you think he misses you every second and loves you but didn't want to leave the Woman of his dreams? Do you think thats wrong? What if your Dad raised a different family and never recognized you until your Mom mentioned it to him? Well, Thats exactly how I feel...
Hello, My name is Samantha Michelle Preston. Well, It should really be Armstrong but my Mom decided it should be Preston. Me and my Mom live here in Oakland, California in a small cottage on the corner of Rosie Road. We have lived here ever since my Dad dumped my Mom for some other woman who made my Dad choose which one he wanted to keep. Me or her? Well, As you know, He picked that woman over me and thats how I never met him because my Mom wouldn't let me. So, Lets get back to the story.
It was a bright summer evening and my Mom was downstairs cooking dinner and I was in my room watching the television when all of a sudden, The door bell rung. "I'll get it, Mom!" I yelled and dashed down the stairs. I opened the door and standing there was Billie Joe Armstrong?! He was wearing a black leather jacket, really tight black pants, black and white converse shoes, and his hair was messy and he had no eyeliner on. He looked down at me and gave me a cute little smile. I smiled back and kept staring. "Hello, My name is Billie Joe Armstrong!" He said and placed his hand infront of me, waiting for me to shake it. "Yes, I know..." I said and placed my small hand in his and shook it properly. "I see you're a Fan then?" He asked and laughed a bit. "Yes, A big one!" I said proudly. He laughed some more and I giggled quietly. "So, Is this the home of Janet Preston?" He asked. "Yes, Would you like me to go get her for you?" I asked quickly. He nodded slowly and I went to the Kitchen to get my Mom.
"Mom, Billie Joe Armstrong is at the door! He wants you!" I yelled and shook my Mom's shoulders. "Hunny, He is not. How could be possibly be here?" She asked while quietly laughing. "No, Mom, I'm serious! He wants to talk to you!" I yelled again and watched her face turn serious. "Okay, I'll go talk to him but you better behave and not ask any questions!" She said and pointed her index finger infront of my face. I nodded and followed her to the door again. Billie Joe Armstrong was waiting quietly with his head hanging and He was looking at the ground. "What do you want?" My Mom said rudely with a disgusted look on her face. He looked up quickly and looked my Mom into her eye. "Can I at least see my Daughter? I have been wanting to see her for so long! Its not that I don't love her because I do and I love her more than I can put into words!" He said and begged and pleaded. "No, I will not let you see her. You disgraced her for some whore you picked up on the side of the street and dumped me for. Why should I let you see her? You weren't even there when I was in labor and was about to give birth to her!" She yelled and I winced a bit. Billie had tears in his eyes and was about to cry into hysterics. "Please... I just want to see her!" He said while also sobbing. "No! I said No and I mean No! Why can't you get that through your head?" She yelled again making me start to cry. "Wait, Is that her?" He said and pointed his finger at me.
"No! She's... My niece!" She said while staring off into space. "What? I'm not your niece. I'm your Daughter! Remember?" I blurted in. My Mom smacked me in the back of the head and I started to cry in pain. "So, Your going to lie about your Daughter? Thats just wrong and you say I lie a lot? At least I would say that she is my Daughter and not my niece!" He yelled. My Mom smacked him in the face quickly and grabbed my arm tightly and threw me out of the door, making me land down hard into the cold green grass. I had landed on my side and I cried until it was not funny anymore. "Oh my god! What did you do that for?" He screamed and ran over to me. He wrapped him arms around my waist and picked me up carefully and gently. "Because she is a bastard Daughter and she is your Daughter! Maybe thats why she's a bastard like you!" She yelled and slammed the front door shut, leaving me and Billie out in the front yard.
I continued to cry and he looked at me with those eyes. The eyes that were filled with pain and sorrow. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. I nodded slowly and jumped out of his arms. "Are you sure?" He asked again. "Yeah, It will probably be a big bruise but otherwise, Its okay..." I said quietly, my voice cracking a bit. He gave me a weak smile and stood up. "I'm sorry about leaving you with your Mom. I should have chose you but I never got to see or know you but you know I still love you right?" He said. I nodded and walked over to him, giving him a big hug. "So, Since your Mom probably doesn't want you, Would you like to come live with me and my family?" He asked. I could see the word BEG in his eyes. I nodded and we stood there, hugging each other for what seemed like forever...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hello, My name is Samantha Michelle Preston. Well, It should really be Armstrong but my Mom decided it should be Preston. Me and my Mom live here in Oakland, California in a small cottage on the corner of Rosie Road. We have lived here ever since my Dad dumped my Mom for some other woman who made my Dad choose which one he wanted to keep. Me or her? Well, As you know, He picked that woman over me and thats how I never met him because my Mom wouldn't let me. So, Lets get back to the story.
It was a bright summer evening and my Mom was downstairs cooking dinner and I was in my room watching the television when all of a sudden, The door bell rung. "I'll get it, Mom!" I yelled and dashed down the stairs. I opened the door and standing there was Billie Joe Armstrong?! He was wearing a black leather jacket, really tight black pants, black and white converse shoes, and his hair was messy and he had no eyeliner on. He looked down at me and gave me a cute little smile. I smiled back and kept staring. "Hello, My name is Billie Joe Armstrong!" He said and placed his hand infront of me, waiting for me to shake it. "Yes, I know..." I said and placed my small hand in his and shook it properly. "I see you're a Fan then?" He asked and laughed a bit. "Yes, A big one!" I said proudly. He laughed some more and I giggled quietly. "So, Is this the home of Janet Preston?" He asked. "Yes, Would you like me to go get her for you?" I asked quickly. He nodded slowly and I went to the Kitchen to get my Mom.
"Mom, Billie Joe Armstrong is at the door! He wants you!" I yelled and shook my Mom's shoulders. "Hunny, He is not. How could be possibly be here?" She asked while quietly laughing. "No, Mom, I'm serious! He wants to talk to you!" I yelled again and watched her face turn serious. "Okay, I'll go talk to him but you better behave and not ask any questions!" She said and pointed her index finger infront of my face. I nodded and followed her to the door again. Billie Joe Armstrong was waiting quietly with his head hanging and He was looking at the ground. "What do you want?" My Mom said rudely with a disgusted look on her face. He looked up quickly and looked my Mom into her eye. "Can I at least see my Daughter? I have been wanting to see her for so long! Its not that I don't love her because I do and I love her more than I can put into words!" He said and begged and pleaded. "No, I will not let you see her. You disgraced her for some whore you picked up on the side of the street and dumped me for. Why should I let you see her? You weren't even there when I was in labor and was about to give birth to her!" She yelled and I winced a bit. Billie had tears in his eyes and was about to cry into hysterics. "Please... I just want to see her!" He said while also sobbing. "No! I said No and I mean No! Why can't you get that through your head?" She yelled again making me start to cry. "Wait, Is that her?" He said and pointed his finger at me.
"No! She's... My niece!" She said while staring off into space. "What? I'm not your niece. I'm your Daughter! Remember?" I blurted in. My Mom smacked me in the back of the head and I started to cry in pain. "So, Your going to lie about your Daughter? Thats just wrong and you say I lie a lot? At least I would say that she is my Daughter and not my niece!" He yelled. My Mom smacked him in the face quickly and grabbed my arm tightly and threw me out of the door, making me land down hard into the cold green grass. I had landed on my side and I cried until it was not funny anymore. "Oh my god! What did you do that for?" He screamed and ran over to me. He wrapped him arms around my waist and picked me up carefully and gently. "Because she is a bastard Daughter and she is your Daughter! Maybe thats why she's a bastard like you!" She yelled and slammed the front door shut, leaving me and Billie out in the front yard.
I continued to cry and he looked at me with those eyes. The eyes that were filled with pain and sorrow. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. I nodded slowly and jumped out of his arms. "Are you sure?" He asked again. "Yeah, It will probably be a big bruise but otherwise, Its okay..." I said quietly, my voice cracking a bit. He gave me a weak smile and stood up. "I'm sorry about leaving you with your Mom. I should have chose you but I never got to see or know you but you know I still love you right?" He said. I nodded and walked over to him, giving him a big hug. "So, Since your Mom probably doesn't want you, Would you like to come live with me and my family?" He asked. I could see the word BEG in his eyes. I nodded and we stood there, hugging each other for what seemed like forever...
TO BE CONTINUED...
