What’s The Use In Having Me If You Don’t Even Know Me?, chapter 1
Shela's POV
"Go to hell Dad! I don't care go on tour and leave me fucking alone with Mom!" I screamed and slammed the door in his face.
"Shela Louis Armstrong you can not talk to me or my mother like that!" My Dad yelled back at me.
"Pfft like I can even consider you my dad!" I mumbled.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that! I don't care if you hate me but I am your father! You need to respect me!" My dad raged.
Wait let me catch you up... I'm Shela Louis Armstrong and yes my dad is Billie Joe Armstrong. I have a mom Adrienne and 2 brothers Joey and Jakob I'm the youngest by one year. I'm 14 and I have black hair with green strikes, green eyes like my dad and sort of tall. I hate my life, my Dad is never home he doesn't even know my hair colour anymore and my Mom acts like there's nothing wrong, Joey doesn't talk much and Jakey well he, Mona, Stella and Frankito are my life, I couldn't live without them. Frankito was extra special to me, I had liked him since we met when I was younger, he was my best friend and he stopped me from doing so stupid stuff in my life. Tre and Mike are with them just as much as my dad is with me so they know how I feel. Well back to the story.
"Dad just leave me alone please?" I begged. I hate being his daughter sometimes. I loved him just hated being his.
"Shela you just can't his from me, I'm you're dad and I need to go on tour but I won't leave until you talk to me! So open up now!" He asked nicely. I walked slowly to the door and opened it. He looked as if he was crying.
"Can I come in Hun?" He asked and gave me a hug.
"Sure." I said without feeling. He sat on my bed beside my bass and songbook.
"Shela you know I love you but I'll only be gone for three months and I'll be back every 2 weeks for a few days. So you won't even notice I'm gone." He said.
"Dad why did you even have me?" I asked honestly. He looked at me wide eyed.
"What do you mean, we wanted another kid and we where lucky to have you!" He said and tried to hug me, I moved away.
"What's my favourite colour?" I asked knowing he didn't know. He gave me a weird look.
"Seriously what is it?" I asked being as serious.
"Umm Dark red I think." My dad said and scratched the back of his neck.
"No dad it's not! What's the use in having me if you don't even know me? Like what's my favourite food? Or band? Or that everyone at my school uses me or hates me because of you and Tre and Mike?" I said calmly. I was so mad at him right now.
"Baby Girl I don't know what to say, but after I get back from this tour I swear we'll talk. And you get out of school in a few days you can come up and watch us play? Would you like that?" He asked. I shrugged. I hated when he did that, say 'You'd like that wouldn't you?' Cause he doesn't.
"Ok Shela I have to finish packing, but we can talk at dinner. I have to leave after." He said and hugged me. I hugged back. I was still mad at him but I can't stop loving him. He stepped back and walked out of my room. I lied down on my bed thinking about how little he knew about me. I started to cry, I never cry, unless it's right before I do something stupid. I put my hand on the back of my headboard and felt around until I felt the cold steal and grabbed it. I looked at my reflection in the blade. I was about to press it up against my skin when my phone rang. I put the blade back behind the headboard and answered it.
"Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Hey Shela its Frankito." I smiled.
"Hey Frank what's up?" I asked. I loved when he called me.
"Nothing really just wanted to know how you took the news about the new tour?" Frank knew I'd be upset.
"I'm ok now; Dad said that when school is over in a few days I might be able to come with him on the tour." Frank laughed.
"My dad said the same think; do you think they discuss this together?" He joked. I laughed. I heard a yell in the background.
"Hey S-Dog my dad wants me I got to go bye!" He said and hung up before I could say bye. I loved when he called me S-Dog.
Billie's POV
"Adie she hates me! I don't even know her favourite colour!" I said sadly. It was true I'm a bad dad.
"Bill you are not a bad father you are there for her when she really needs you. You just are really committed to you're job she'll have to get use to it." Adrienne said as she stirred a pot of chilli.
"She need's me right now do you know everyone uses her because of me? Maybe I should just quit, what do you think?" I asked.
"Bill if you want to quit I can't stop you!" Adie said and hugged me. "But I think you should finish you're tour then see how she is when you come back? I'll talk to her to!" She finished and hugged me. She was such a good wife.
"Go to hell Dad! I don't care go on tour and leave me fucking alone with Mom!" I screamed and slammed the door in his face.
"Shela Louis Armstrong you can not talk to me or my mother like that!" My Dad yelled back at me.
"Pfft like I can even consider you my dad!" I mumbled.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that! I don't care if you hate me but I am your father! You need to respect me!" My dad raged.
Wait let me catch you up... I'm Shela Louis Armstrong and yes my dad is Billie Joe Armstrong. I have a mom Adrienne and 2 brothers Joey and Jakob I'm the youngest by one year. I'm 14 and I have black hair with green strikes, green eyes like my dad and sort of tall. I hate my life, my Dad is never home he doesn't even know my hair colour anymore and my Mom acts like there's nothing wrong, Joey doesn't talk much and Jakey well he, Mona, Stella and Frankito are my life, I couldn't live without them. Frankito was extra special to me, I had liked him since we met when I was younger, he was my best friend and he stopped me from doing so stupid stuff in my life. Tre and Mike are with them just as much as my dad is with me so they know how I feel. Well back to the story.
"Dad just leave me alone please?" I begged. I hate being his daughter sometimes. I loved him just hated being his.
"Shela you just can't his from me, I'm you're dad and I need to go on tour but I won't leave until you talk to me! So open up now!" He asked nicely. I walked slowly to the door and opened it. He looked as if he was crying.
"Can I come in Hun?" He asked and gave me a hug.
"Sure." I said without feeling. He sat on my bed beside my bass and songbook.
"Shela you know I love you but I'll only be gone for three months and I'll be back every 2 weeks for a few days. So you won't even notice I'm gone." He said.
"Dad why did you even have me?" I asked honestly. He looked at me wide eyed.
"What do you mean, we wanted another kid and we where lucky to have you!" He said and tried to hug me, I moved away.
"What's my favourite colour?" I asked knowing he didn't know. He gave me a weird look.
"Seriously what is it?" I asked being as serious.
"Umm Dark red I think." My dad said and scratched the back of his neck.
"No dad it's not! What's the use in having me if you don't even know me? Like what's my favourite food? Or band? Or that everyone at my school uses me or hates me because of you and Tre and Mike?" I said calmly. I was so mad at him right now.
"Baby Girl I don't know what to say, but after I get back from this tour I swear we'll talk. And you get out of school in a few days you can come up and watch us play? Would you like that?" He asked. I shrugged. I hated when he did that, say 'You'd like that wouldn't you?' Cause he doesn't.
"Ok Shela I have to finish packing, but we can talk at dinner. I have to leave after." He said and hugged me. I hugged back. I was still mad at him but I can't stop loving him. He stepped back and walked out of my room. I lied down on my bed thinking about how little he knew about me. I started to cry, I never cry, unless it's right before I do something stupid. I put my hand on the back of my headboard and felt around until I felt the cold steal and grabbed it. I looked at my reflection in the blade. I was about to press it up against my skin when my phone rang. I put the blade back behind the headboard and answered it.
"Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Hey Shela its Frankito." I smiled.
"Hey Frank what's up?" I asked. I loved when he called me.
"Nothing really just wanted to know how you took the news about the new tour?" Frank knew I'd be upset.
"I'm ok now; Dad said that when school is over in a few days I might be able to come with him on the tour." Frank laughed.
"My dad said the same think; do you think they discuss this together?" He joked. I laughed. I heard a yell in the background.
"Hey S-Dog my dad wants me I got to go bye!" He said and hung up before I could say bye. I loved when he called me S-Dog.
Billie's POV
"Adie she hates me! I don't even know her favourite colour!" I said sadly. It was true I'm a bad dad.
"Bill you are not a bad father you are there for her when she really needs you. You just are really committed to you're job she'll have to get use to it." Adrienne said as she stirred a pot of chilli.
"She need's me right now do you know everyone uses her because of me? Maybe I should just quit, what do you think?" I asked.
"Bill if you want to quit I can't stop you!" Adie said and hugged me. "But I think you should finish you're tour then see how she is when you come back? I'll talk to her to!" She finished and hugged me. She was such a good wife.
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