Happily Ever After...?, chapter 3
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*Tré's P.O.V*
Shit.
That didn't happen.
Tell me it didn't!
Oh my god... It can't be true! But of course it was, I recognize my own daughter when I slam the door in her face. I thought about the letter Jackie sent me. I had tried to deny it, tell myself it wasn't true. Now I knew it was. I went upstairs to the little office I had, and took out the letter I had put in my drawer. She had written down her phone number and her address. I knew the address, it wasn't far from where Billie and Mike lived. Then I took my phone and with shaky hands I dialled the number...
"Hello?" I recognized Jackie's voice in an instance. My heart skipped a few beats.
"Erm... Hi, it's Tré. I got your letter," I said quickly.
"Oh, hi... " It was an awkward silence.
"You know, Bailee is here now. She's on an audition for Micah's band, The Network," I said.
"Really? Wow... Are they good?" she asked.
"Yeah! They are, you should check them out one day," I answered.
"I will. Has she played yet? You should listen, she's really talented. You'll be proud," I smiled.
"She hasn't started playing yet. But when she does I'll go down. But I was thinking... I can drive her home when she's done, and then we can talk," I suggested, hoping she'd say yes. I really wanted to meet her again.
"Yeah, sure. But I think you should tell her about it yourself. After all, you're her dad! She wants to hear it from you," she answered.
"Ok, I understand that. Maybe I'll tell her in the car," I answered.
"Good, I really want her to know. And I know she wants to know, if you get what I mean." I smiled.
"Yeah, I get it. So I'll see you later!" I said, I really couldn't wait to see her again.
"Ok, bye!"
"Bye," I heard a click, she had hung up. "I love you... " I added sadly.
"I love you too," She whispered, then she hung up, for real.
Then I heard drums. She had started playing, and I forgot everything about Jackie. I was just thinking about Bailee, my long lost daughter.
I was amazed. She was fantastic! I listened to the drum solo she rocked on down there. Better then my own! How the hell was it possible? I always thought I was the best! No doubt she's my daughter, I thought proudly. I sat down in the stairs and sat there for 45 minutes before they quit. For the last half hour they had played their own songs, and she learned them quick.
I didn't want them to understand that I had been listening, so I quickly got up and into the kitchen. They came rumbling up the stairs, and I took out some coke and glasses. As expected they walked into the kitchen, talking and laughing. Bailee still didn't know them, so she didn't say much. But everyone talked to her! I was proud of Micah and his friends, a lot of people would've just dropped talking to her. They all sat down by the table, and I got a chance to really look at my daughter I hadn't seen for the last fourteen years. She looked just like Micah, except her face was more girly of course. Her hair was short, and a total chaos. She had a lot of streaks in it, every color you could imagine! As usual, everyone talked, and everyone talked at once. Why wait for your turn, when you can talk in each other's mouth? Meh, I don't get it. But I guess I'm used to it, who wouldn't be? After 2 years of band practise every second day, I didn't get head ache any more. I took a deep breath, getting ready to talk to my daughter. Without slamming the door in her face or messing with her on the phone...
"Know what Bailee? I know your mum, we were friends when she lived here," I said. She looked up at me, a little surprised. The others kept chatting.
"Wow, really? I didn't know, that's really cool!" she answered, just as eager as I.
"I was thinking... I can drive you home, and have a little chat with your mum. We sorta lost touch," I answered. Well, half true...
"Yeah, sure. Cool!" she answered and smiled. Oh God. The same smile as Micah, the same smile as me...
"Just let me know when you feel like leaving," I answered, and smiled back. She nodded. Micah had noticed our little conversation, and gave me a wondering look. Then he forgot it, and continued talking to Evie.
Shit.
That didn't happen.
Tell me it didn't!
Oh my god... It can't be true! But of course it was, I recognize my own daughter when I slam the door in her face. I thought about the letter Jackie sent me. I had tried to deny it, tell myself it wasn't true. Now I knew it was. I went upstairs to the little office I had, and took out the letter I had put in my drawer. She had written down her phone number and her address. I knew the address, it wasn't far from where Billie and Mike lived. Then I took my phone and with shaky hands I dialled the number...
"Hello?" I recognized Jackie's voice in an instance. My heart skipped a few beats.
"Erm... Hi, it's Tré. I got your letter," I said quickly.
"Oh, hi... " It was an awkward silence.
"You know, Bailee is here now. She's on an audition for Micah's band, The Network," I said.
"Really? Wow... Are they good?" she asked.
"Yeah! They are, you should check them out one day," I answered.
"I will. Has she played yet? You should listen, she's really talented. You'll be proud," I smiled.
"She hasn't started playing yet. But when she does I'll go down. But I was thinking... I can drive her home when she's done, and then we can talk," I suggested, hoping she'd say yes. I really wanted to meet her again.
"Yeah, sure. But I think you should tell her about it yourself. After all, you're her dad! She wants to hear it from you," she answered.
"Ok, I understand that. Maybe I'll tell her in the car," I answered.
"Good, I really want her to know. And I know she wants to know, if you get what I mean." I smiled.
"Yeah, I get it. So I'll see you later!" I said, I really couldn't wait to see her again.
"Ok, bye!"
"Bye," I heard a click, she had hung up. "I love you... " I added sadly.
"I love you too," She whispered, then she hung up, for real.
Then I heard drums. She had started playing, and I forgot everything about Jackie. I was just thinking about Bailee, my long lost daughter.
I was amazed. She was fantastic! I listened to the drum solo she rocked on down there. Better then my own! How the hell was it possible? I always thought I was the best! No doubt she's my daughter, I thought proudly. I sat down in the stairs and sat there for 45 minutes before they quit. For the last half hour they had played their own songs, and she learned them quick.
I didn't want them to understand that I had been listening, so I quickly got up and into the kitchen. They came rumbling up the stairs, and I took out some coke and glasses. As expected they walked into the kitchen, talking and laughing. Bailee still didn't know them, so she didn't say much. But everyone talked to her! I was proud of Micah and his friends, a lot of people would've just dropped talking to her. They all sat down by the table, and I got a chance to really look at my daughter I hadn't seen for the last fourteen years. She looked just like Micah, except her face was more girly of course. Her hair was short, and a total chaos. She had a lot of streaks in it, every color you could imagine! As usual, everyone talked, and everyone talked at once. Why wait for your turn, when you can talk in each other's mouth? Meh, I don't get it. But I guess I'm used to it, who wouldn't be? After 2 years of band practise every second day, I didn't get head ache any more. I took a deep breath, getting ready to talk to my daughter. Without slamming the door in her face or messing with her on the phone...
"Know what Bailee? I know your mum, we were friends when she lived here," I said. She looked up at me, a little surprised. The others kept chatting.
"Wow, really? I didn't know, that's really cool!" she answered, just as eager as I.
"I was thinking... I can drive you home, and have a little chat with your mum. We sorta lost touch," I answered. Well, half true...
"Yeah, sure. Cool!" she answered and smiled. Oh God. The same smile as Micah, the same smile as me...
"Just let me know when you feel like leaving," I answered, and smiled back. She nodded. Micah had noticed our little conversation, and gave me a wondering look. Then he forgot it, and continued talking to Evie.
