The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 37
-Billie's POV-
Ow, my head. What the hell happened? I sat up and looked around. I was on my own couch, in my own house. Wait, there's someone in the chair.
"Mike?" I asked groggily. "Is that you?"
"That depends, are you really Billie Joe Armstrong?" I looked at the blurry figure with an odd expression.
"Of course I am. Who are you?" They sighed.
"It's Mike."
"Well, where's Sara?"
"In her room." I tried to get off the couch, but lost my balance and fell right back on it.
"Well, go get her for me, would you?"
"I don't know if I should." He said nevously.
"Why not?" I asked, irritated with the fact I couldn't stand up properly.
"Well, I just want to make sure you're actually..... You know.... You again."
"Mike, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, when you woke up this morning, you were mad at everybody. And you ran upstairs into your room."
"Okay, I remember that part. But what does that have to do with-?"
"Well, wait, I'm not finished yet." He took a deep breath. "Well, we were downstairs and we heard you screaming. And we heard something break, so Sara and I ran upstairs to see if you were ok."
"Okay..."
"And you had locked the door. We heard you screaming."
"Screaming?" I tried to remember what happened after I ran into my room, but it was all a blur.
"Yeah. And when I finally got the door open, you were laying on the floor.... Talking to yourself."
"What the....?"
"And when Sara went to see if you were ok, you pushed her away and started screaming again."
"Wait, wait, wait." I rubbed my temple, trying to figure this all out. "What was I screaming?" Mike started thinking.
"Well, it was something like 'No! You can't take her! She's mine!' Something like that." I stared at Mike. It all suddenly rushed back to me. The voice in my head, the shattered coffee cup. It all fit together.
"Oh my god," I sighed.
"I was afraid you had gone completely insane. And when I tried to keep Sara away from you, you go really mad and charged at me." He looked at his feet. "I stepped aside, and you fell down the stairs and blacked out." He looked back up at me, sorrow filling his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Well, don't be," I said tartly. "I should be apologizing to you. I could have seriously hurt you if I had gotten a hold of you." I looked him in the eyes.
"Please, Mike. Can I see my daughter now?" He thought about it, but nodded. I watched him walk upstairs. I heard a knock on the door. I watched them come downstairs.
"Here she is," Mike said. I held out my arms.
"Come here, honey." She looked at me, but didn't move. She clung onto Mike's arm, here eyes full of fear. I felt my heart rip. I dropped my arms. "Baby, I'm not-" She winced at the sound of my voice. I felt myself starting to cry.
"Go on, hun. He's not dangerous anymore," Mike said. She looked at Mike, unsure if she should trust him. That word stung me like a hornet. Dangerous. I was considered dangerous. To my own daughter.
"Sara, come on. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see you, honey," I said, my voice cracking. "I would never hurt you," I whispered. She gave Mike's arm one last squeeze and slowly started advancing my way. She came to the edge of the couch and looked down at me.
"Are you really my dad?" I looked up at her, my chest filling with pain.
"Yes," I whispered, tears running down my cheeks.
"Why should I believe you?" I stared at her in disbelief.
"What?" I asked, trying not to burst out crying.
"How do I know you're still my dad? How do I know you're not the same crazy, phsycotic maniac who almost tried to kill Mike?" She asked. I just looked at her. My chest was suddenly filled with anger instead of pain.
"BECAUSE I AM YOUR FATHER!" I screamed. She jumped and ran back behind Mike.
"No," She whispered. "No, you're not."
"Sara, please," I begged. "I'm sorry." She started to reconsider. "Please, honey. I'm sorry. Really, I am." She made her way to the couch and sat down next to me.
"I'm going to ask you again. Are you my father?" I hated that question. It seemed.... I don't know.... Almost unreal for her to be asking me that.
"Yes I am," I said as steadily as I could. I dropped my head onto her shoulder.
"Yes, yes, yes," I cried. I felt her wrap her arms around my neck and comfort me softly. I sqeezed her back.
"Welcome back, dad," She said softly.
Ow, my head. What the hell happened? I sat up and looked around. I was on my own couch, in my own house. Wait, there's someone in the chair.
"Mike?" I asked groggily. "Is that you?"
"That depends, are you really Billie Joe Armstrong?" I looked at the blurry figure with an odd expression.
"Of course I am. Who are you?" They sighed.
"It's Mike."
"Well, where's Sara?"
"In her room." I tried to get off the couch, but lost my balance and fell right back on it.
"Well, go get her for me, would you?"
"I don't know if I should." He said nevously.
"Why not?" I asked, irritated with the fact I couldn't stand up properly.
"Well, I just want to make sure you're actually..... You know.... You again."
"Mike, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, when you woke up this morning, you were mad at everybody. And you ran upstairs into your room."
"Okay, I remember that part. But what does that have to do with-?"
"Well, wait, I'm not finished yet." He took a deep breath. "Well, we were downstairs and we heard you screaming. And we heard something break, so Sara and I ran upstairs to see if you were ok."
"Okay..."
"And you had locked the door. We heard you screaming."
"Screaming?" I tried to remember what happened after I ran into my room, but it was all a blur.
"Yeah. And when I finally got the door open, you were laying on the floor.... Talking to yourself."
"What the....?"
"And when Sara went to see if you were ok, you pushed her away and started screaming again."
"Wait, wait, wait." I rubbed my temple, trying to figure this all out. "What was I screaming?" Mike started thinking.
"Well, it was something like 'No! You can't take her! She's mine!' Something like that." I stared at Mike. It all suddenly rushed back to me. The voice in my head, the shattered coffee cup. It all fit together.
"Oh my god," I sighed.
"I was afraid you had gone completely insane. And when I tried to keep Sara away from you, you go really mad and charged at me." He looked at his feet. "I stepped aside, and you fell down the stairs and blacked out." He looked back up at me, sorrow filling his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Well, don't be," I said tartly. "I should be apologizing to you. I could have seriously hurt you if I had gotten a hold of you." I looked him in the eyes.
"Please, Mike. Can I see my daughter now?" He thought about it, but nodded. I watched him walk upstairs. I heard a knock on the door. I watched them come downstairs.
"Here she is," Mike said. I held out my arms.
"Come here, honey." She looked at me, but didn't move. She clung onto Mike's arm, here eyes full of fear. I felt my heart rip. I dropped my arms. "Baby, I'm not-" She winced at the sound of my voice. I felt myself starting to cry.
"Go on, hun. He's not dangerous anymore," Mike said. She looked at Mike, unsure if she should trust him. That word stung me like a hornet. Dangerous. I was considered dangerous. To my own daughter.
"Sara, come on. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see you, honey," I said, my voice cracking. "I would never hurt you," I whispered. She gave Mike's arm one last squeeze and slowly started advancing my way. She came to the edge of the couch and looked down at me.
"Are you really my dad?" I looked up at her, my chest filling with pain.
"Yes," I whispered, tears running down my cheeks.
"Why should I believe you?" I stared at her in disbelief.
"What?" I asked, trying not to burst out crying.
"How do I know you're still my dad? How do I know you're not the same crazy, phsycotic maniac who almost tried to kill Mike?" She asked. I just looked at her. My chest was suddenly filled with anger instead of pain.
"BECAUSE I AM YOUR FATHER!" I screamed. She jumped and ran back behind Mike.
"No," She whispered. "No, you're not."
"Sara, please," I begged. "I'm sorry." She started to reconsider. "Please, honey. I'm sorry. Really, I am." She made her way to the couch and sat down next to me.
"I'm going to ask you again. Are you my father?" I hated that question. It seemed.... I don't know.... Almost unreal for her to be asking me that.
"Yes I am," I said as steadily as I could. I dropped my head onto her shoulder.
"Yes, yes, yes," I cried. I felt her wrap her arms around my neck and comfort me softly. I sqeezed her back.
"Welcome back, dad," She said softly.
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