The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 28
-Billie's POV-
How could she do this to me!? How could she- augh. What am I going to do? I ran my fingers through my hair. I know. I'll just pick her up from school, not say anything to her and wait until she cracks. Yeah, that's it. Alright, where are my car keys? Uh, here. Ok, let's do this.
I drove up to the front entrance of the high school where she was already waiting for me. She climbed in.
"Hey, honey," I said, trying so hard not to strangle her.
"Hi," she said quietly. I started to drive away from the curb.
"How was school?" I asked casually.
"Fine," she said simply. Oh, she's good.
"That's good." And before I knew it, we were home. I drove into the driveway and turned off the car. She started to get out of the car. "Uh, Sara. Wait a sec." She stopped and sat back in her seat.
"Yeah dad?" I clutched the steering wheel. Don't get mad, Billie, don't get mad.
"Um, can I talk to you a sec?" She shrugged.
"Yeah, sure." I was trying so damn hard not to jump on her and just scream at her. "About what?" Let's see. How should I say this?
"Uh, well, it's about school." She gave me an odd look.
"Ok, go ahead." I couldn't believe it. How could she be so sure of herself? What kind of dummy does she take me for? Ok, calm down. You're losing it, Billie. Take a deep breath.
"Alright., I said angrily. I glared at her. "Why did you do it?" I said, louder than I meant to. So much for that plan.
"Do what?" I couldn't stop myself.
"Don't "Do what?" me! I know what you did!" She was getting nervous. "Are you going to tell me why you did it?"
"Dad, I didn't do anything." Alright, that's it. Now she's set me off.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT!" I screamed, slamming my fist on the steering wheel. "I know you dropped out of school. I know you forged my signature, too."
"Dad, don't get mad, let me explain-"
"GEE, THAT'D BE NICE!" I screamed.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! You did the exact same thing when you were my age." My jaw dropped. How dare she!? Although she did have a point. But, I was too damn mad to admit it.
"Well, I didn't forge any signatures! Care to explain that?!"
"This is exactly why I forged it. Because I knew you would never let me drop out of school. Even though it was a living hell."
"Well, you never talk to me about it!" I said desperately. "If it was so bad, then why didn't you tell me!?" She looked down at her shoes.
"I just..."
"Just what?"
"I thought you didn't care."
"Thought I didn't care?! Sara, I'm your father. I do care what happens in your life. I'm dying to know. But you never tell me!" She kept staring at her shoes. I sighed. "I don't know what else to say."
"You hate me now," she said quietly.
"I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm just so mad that you can't talk about anything with me." I looked out my window. "It makes me feel like a bad father." She looked up at me, but didn't say anything. "Sorry I got so mad," I said, getting out of the car and into the house. She silently followed. She got in the house and ran up to her room. I heard her shut the door and turn on music. I just stood in the kitchen, not knowing what to do with myself. I sighed and walked upstairs. I stopped in front of her bedroom door and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. So I just opened the door. She was sitting on her bed, and when she noticed me come in, she threw her hands behind her back.
"Hi dad," she said quickly.
"Uh, hi. What do you have behind your-?"
"Nothing!" she said, stuffing it under her pillow. "Nothing." I came in and sat on her bed.
"Listen, about that argument in the car. I didn't mean to get so mad at you." I sighed. "I just didn't want you to end up like me."
"What do you mean?" I looked at her.
"I dropped out of school so I could be in a band. And I'm glad I did. I mean, I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the life I have right now. Except, I'm just... Not that smart."
"Dad, you're plenty smart," she said.
"Oh, yeah? When you came home with homework, and asked if I could help, could I? Could I honestly say that I helped you?" She thought about it.
"Well, no."
"See!? I'm not-"
"But, if I put a piece of guitar music in front of anyone in my grade, probably 3 or 4 of them would know how to read it."
"Well, that doesn't-"
"And, I'll bet you no one in that school knows how to play the guitar, the drums and the bass. Dad, you're not stupid. You can do so many things that I could only wish to do." She smiled at me. "Dad, I see that smile." I tried to hide it, but I couldn't. I laughed.
"You know what, kid? You're not all that bad," I said, digging my knuckles into the top of her head playfully. She laughed and pushed my hand away.
"Thanks, dad. You're not to shabby yourself," she said, pushing me off the bed. I landed with a thud on the floor.
"Now it's on." She laughed and jumped off the bed. She raced out the door. I stood up and was about to chase her, when I remembered her shoving something under her pillow. I turned and looked at her pillow. Slowly, I pushed it aside. Money. A huge wad of cash. There was a post- it not stuck to it. It read "Dad's B-Day." I looked at it funny, like it was some foreign object I had never seen before. I stuffed it back under the pillow and ran out the door to find my tickling victim.
How could she do this to me!? How could she- augh. What am I going to do? I ran my fingers through my hair. I know. I'll just pick her up from school, not say anything to her and wait until she cracks. Yeah, that's it. Alright, where are my car keys? Uh, here. Ok, let's do this.
I drove up to the front entrance of the high school where she was already waiting for me. She climbed in.
"Hey, honey," I said, trying so hard not to strangle her.
"Hi," she said quietly. I started to drive away from the curb.
"How was school?" I asked casually.
"Fine," she said simply. Oh, she's good.
"That's good." And before I knew it, we were home. I drove into the driveway and turned off the car. She started to get out of the car. "Uh, Sara. Wait a sec." She stopped and sat back in her seat.
"Yeah dad?" I clutched the steering wheel. Don't get mad, Billie, don't get mad.
"Um, can I talk to you a sec?" She shrugged.
"Yeah, sure." I was trying so damn hard not to jump on her and just scream at her. "About what?" Let's see. How should I say this?
"Uh, well, it's about school." She gave me an odd look.
"Ok, go ahead." I couldn't believe it. How could she be so sure of herself? What kind of dummy does she take me for? Ok, calm down. You're losing it, Billie. Take a deep breath.
"Alright., I said angrily. I glared at her. "Why did you do it?" I said, louder than I meant to. So much for that plan.
"Do what?" I couldn't stop myself.
"Don't "Do what?" me! I know what you did!" She was getting nervous. "Are you going to tell me why you did it?"
"Dad, I didn't do anything." Alright, that's it. Now she's set me off.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT!" I screamed, slamming my fist on the steering wheel. "I know you dropped out of school. I know you forged my signature, too."
"Dad, don't get mad, let me explain-"
"GEE, THAT'D BE NICE!" I screamed.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! You did the exact same thing when you were my age." My jaw dropped. How dare she!? Although she did have a point. But, I was too damn mad to admit it.
"Well, I didn't forge any signatures! Care to explain that?!"
"This is exactly why I forged it. Because I knew you would never let me drop out of school. Even though it was a living hell."
"Well, you never talk to me about it!" I said desperately. "If it was so bad, then why didn't you tell me!?" She looked down at her shoes.
"I just..."
"Just what?"
"I thought you didn't care."
"Thought I didn't care?! Sara, I'm your father. I do care what happens in your life. I'm dying to know. But you never tell me!" She kept staring at her shoes. I sighed. "I don't know what else to say."
"You hate me now," she said quietly.
"I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm just so mad that you can't talk about anything with me." I looked out my window. "It makes me feel like a bad father." She looked up at me, but didn't say anything. "Sorry I got so mad," I said, getting out of the car and into the house. She silently followed. She got in the house and ran up to her room. I heard her shut the door and turn on music. I just stood in the kitchen, not knowing what to do with myself. I sighed and walked upstairs. I stopped in front of her bedroom door and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. So I just opened the door. She was sitting on her bed, and when she noticed me come in, she threw her hands behind her back.
"Hi dad," she said quickly.
"Uh, hi. What do you have behind your-?"
"Nothing!" she said, stuffing it under her pillow. "Nothing." I came in and sat on her bed.
"Listen, about that argument in the car. I didn't mean to get so mad at you." I sighed. "I just didn't want you to end up like me."
"What do you mean?" I looked at her.
"I dropped out of school so I could be in a band. And I'm glad I did. I mean, I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the life I have right now. Except, I'm just... Not that smart."
"Dad, you're plenty smart," she said.
"Oh, yeah? When you came home with homework, and asked if I could help, could I? Could I honestly say that I helped you?" She thought about it.
"Well, no."
"See!? I'm not-"
"But, if I put a piece of guitar music in front of anyone in my grade, probably 3 or 4 of them would know how to read it."
"Well, that doesn't-"
"And, I'll bet you no one in that school knows how to play the guitar, the drums and the bass. Dad, you're not stupid. You can do so many things that I could only wish to do." She smiled at me. "Dad, I see that smile." I tried to hide it, but I couldn't. I laughed.
"You know what, kid? You're not all that bad," I said, digging my knuckles into the top of her head playfully. She laughed and pushed my hand away.
"Thanks, dad. You're not to shabby yourself," she said, pushing me off the bed. I landed with a thud on the floor.
"Now it's on." She laughed and jumped off the bed. She raced out the door. I stood up and was about to chase her, when I remembered her shoving something under her pillow. I turned and looked at her pillow. Slowly, I pushed it aside. Money. A huge wad of cash. There was a post- it not stuck to it. It read "Dad's B-Day." I looked at it funny, like it was some foreign object I had never seen before. I stuffed it back under the pillow and ran out the door to find my tickling victim.
