What? No, he can't be my Dad!, chapter 1
April 2006
It was early morning and my Grandma just left for work. I was looking through her dresser to try and find my i-Pod that she took away from me, because the night before I was being a bitch to her, when I accidentally stumbled across some letters. I picked one up and read it crying a little more with each sentence. I ran out of my Grandma's room and flung into my room jumping on my bed and crying into my pillow.
What did she mean by she didn't want me? That she wouldn't take me? My Mom was going to put me and my brother up for open-adoption? Too much pressure; only one resort. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the razor blade off the top. I looked down at my arms and wrists then slowly put the razor to my skin. I looked down again to see the blood from my wrist slowly drip off of my arm. I walked into the bathroom and washed the fresh cut off.
I put my hoodie on and grabbed my i-Pod to go outside for a walk. I didn't know where I was going, just somewhere away from home. I started to listen to my i-Pod while walking.
I ended up walking to a park about a mile away from my house. I pulled my head phones out of my ears and sat down on one of the swings and started to gently swing back and forth. Before I knew it, it was raining, and I was still swinging there, just thinking. Soon I started crying from the horrible memories of my past.
I was about to walk back home before sun down, when I seen a figure running towards me. I studied it for a moment before realizing who it was.
I walked up to him and hugged him, both of us crying. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want him to leave me.
I looked up at him. His face, I could barely make it out; but...
"Never leave me? Please...I love you." I asked him in a voice so soft you could barely hear it.
But I got no reply; he just looked at me and kissed me gently on the cheek.
"You know, I love you...And always will."
That's when I woke up sweating. I had a dream about him. My Dad, I never really got the face right, because I had never seen him before..
***
I slowly opened my eyes to hear a familiar song playing. It was a Green Day song. Wake me up when September ends, I always had my cd player on. Even when I wasn't home. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone without an expression on my face. I called my Mom.
I heard the phone pick up, and my Mom's voice asking hello.
"Mom?"
"Yea?"
"Who's my Dad?"
"I...-"
"You've never brought this subject up before and I want to know why Mom?"
"I have to go, the Baby's up." and with that, she hung to phone up and I was left there holding the phone up next to my ear, fighting back tears.
I walked into my room letting tears a few tears escape. I started to pack clothes, cd's, wrist bands, things that I valued the most. I put them all into my old back-pack, grabbed my i-Pod and put on my Green Day hoodie and started to climb out my bedroom window, when I realized I had no money. I put my stuff down and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed my Grandma's purse and took her debit card out.
I was going to go to California; I have a friend who just recently moved to some place called Oakland...So I might as well go there.
I grabbed my stuff and crawled out of my bedroom window and started to walk to a bank. I put in my Grandma's debit card, and took out a couple hundred dollars for the trip. I called a taxi on a payphone near the bank. It was still raining, and I was freezing, so I decided to go to a near-by restaurant and warm up.
When the taxi finally pulled up I opened the back door and got in. I told him I needed to go to the nearest airport, and I didn't care how long it took, as long as I got there. I didn't have a ticket yet, but I was willing to pay as much money as possible, only if I didn't have to go back home.
We pulled up to the airport and I got out. I walked up to one of the people that worked there and asked, "Do you have any available tickets for Oakland, California?"
She nodded her head and asked, "Are you here by yourself?" I also nodded my head, and looked away. "Miss, you must be over the age of 16 to buy a ticket." I just looked at her. "Are you over the age of 16?" I lied and nodded my head. I don't think she believed me, but I think the look of sadness on my face she let me have the ticket.
My flight was due for 9:00am, and it was about 8:30am. While I was waiting, I listened to my i-Pod until someone came and sat next to me. I didn't dare look at them; I just pulled my ear phones out and sat there with my head down. I pulled my sweater off because the airport had heaters on because of the rainy weather.
When the person next to me seen my arms, and wrists they gasped and just looked at me with sad eyes. When I finally did look over at who was next to me I almost died.
"Y-you're Tré Cool..." I mumbled. He just stared from my wrists to my face, looking like he was about to cry. I started thinking, this is THE Tré Cool, and he's not going mental?
"Your wrists..." he managed to say after a moment of just staring at me.
I tried to cover the rest up so he wouldn't see the bruises also, but he pulled my sleeve up to see the rest.
"Why..? Why would you do this to yourself?" he asked softly.
"I have my reasons." And with that I walked away because I was starting to get uncomfortable, but he just followed me.
"Tré?!" I heard a familiar voice call after him.
"OVER HERE DUMB ASS!" Tré yelled back, and then 2 men ran over to him, asking where the hell he had been, then they seen me.
"Tré? Who is this?" One man asked.
"Chill Bill, it's just someone I ran into. Now come on you guys, aren't we supposed to go meet some fans or something?"
"Tré? That was yesterday. Are you ok?" said a very tall man, but I knew who it was; Mike Dirnt.
"I...I need to go," I said trying to go, but Tré held me back. "What?" I asked getting annoyed.
"N-" He started, but he was cut off by a voice ringing through the airport. "Flight number 19 to Oakland, California now boarding."
"Come on Tré, we don't want to miss our flight." Mr. Mike Dirnt said pulling on Tré.
I followed along because I had to in order to get on the plane. I ended up having to sit next to a man with black hair. I never really took the time to fully examine him. But I knew who he was; Billie Joe Armstrong.
I could feel him looking at me. I looked over at him.
"You have green eyes, like me," he said after a moment.
"I know. Not very many people I know have green eyes. I'm lucky," I said in an almost whisper.
He just stared at me for a minute before going back to what he was doing. I turned my i-Pod on and started to hum along with the song Basket case. Billie looked over at me and asked, "You're a Dookie fan?"
I looked at him with a 'Duh' expression on my face and said, "Why else would I be listening to it?" I smiled at the expression on his face, it was priceless. He looked like he had just been hit with a dumb stick... Ha-ha... dumb stick.
After awhile he asked, "Why are you going to Oakland on your own?" I just looked at him, with a sad look on my face, and then took my sweater off so he could see my cuts and bruises. "Is that why Tré was acting weird when we found him?" he asked just staring at me with a look of sadness in his eyes. I just nodded and looked away. He went to grab my hand so he could get a better look at the cuts, but I winced from the pain when he touched me. He looked really pale, and sad.
"Why..? Why would you do this to yourself?" he asked staring at my wrists.
"I have my reasons," I whispered to him.
"Please tell me..?"
"It hurts...too much," I told him with a tear gently sliding down my face..
"I... -" he started but was cut off by the flight attendant telling us to fasten our seat belts.
Billie didn't say anything else; he just sat there, staring at his hands, with a sad look in his eyes. We were taking off, so I fastened my seat belt, and I started to slowly fall asleep. When the plane landed, Billie had to shake me awake; I said thanks and grabbed my bags. I started to walk out of the plane, when someone's hand grabbed mine and spun me around. I looked up to see Billie.
"Why-" I started but he cut me off.
"You need someone to stay with? You can stay with me, Adi, and the kids if you want." He asked kind of fast, but with a stupid smile on his face.
"But why would you want ME, to stay with... with someone like YOU. I mean, you're in the biggest band in the world."
"But... I...Please? I don't want you doing something stupid. Just... Please?"
"I...I guess..."
"Are you serious?"
"Err...Yea..."
He just smiled at that and then called Adi on his cell. I walked over to where Tré and Mike were and Mike just looked at me and Tré asked if I was staying with Billie or not.
"Yea....I guess," I told Tré and his eyes lit up.
Mike walked a little closer to me asking what my name was.
"Jasmine...Jasmine Buster," I said looking down.
"I...wow...Wait; I've heard that last name before..." Mike said, trying to remember the person with my last name.
"Wait...Do you know a Yvonne Buster?" He asked now remembering who it was who had my last name.
"Yea, she's my Mom. How do you know her?" I asked curiously.
"Oh my God, Tré! Remember Yvonne Buster, we used to call her Y?" Mike asked Tré who was starting a conversation with some woman off the plane.
"What? Oh, Y? Ya I remember her, didn't she date Bill before?"
My eyes widened at that. I had to call my Mom. I had to call her NOW.
It was early morning and my Grandma just left for work. I was looking through her dresser to try and find my i-Pod that she took away from me, because the night before I was being a bitch to her, when I accidentally stumbled across some letters. I picked one up and read it crying a little more with each sentence. I ran out of my Grandma's room and flung into my room jumping on my bed and crying into my pillow.
What did she mean by she didn't want me? That she wouldn't take me? My Mom was going to put me and my brother up for open-adoption? Too much pressure; only one resort. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the razor blade off the top. I looked down at my arms and wrists then slowly put the razor to my skin. I looked down again to see the blood from my wrist slowly drip off of my arm. I walked into the bathroom and washed the fresh cut off.
I put my hoodie on and grabbed my i-Pod to go outside for a walk. I didn't know where I was going, just somewhere away from home. I started to listen to my i-Pod while walking.
I ended up walking to a park about a mile away from my house. I pulled my head phones out of my ears and sat down on one of the swings and started to gently swing back and forth. Before I knew it, it was raining, and I was still swinging there, just thinking. Soon I started crying from the horrible memories of my past.
I was about to walk back home before sun down, when I seen a figure running towards me. I studied it for a moment before realizing who it was.
I walked up to him and hugged him, both of us crying. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want him to leave me.
I looked up at him. His face, I could barely make it out; but...
"Never leave me? Please...I love you." I asked him in a voice so soft you could barely hear it.
But I got no reply; he just looked at me and kissed me gently on the cheek.
"You know, I love you...And always will."
That's when I woke up sweating. I had a dream about him. My Dad, I never really got the face right, because I had never seen him before..
***
I slowly opened my eyes to hear a familiar song playing. It was a Green Day song. Wake me up when September ends, I always had my cd player on. Even when I wasn't home. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone without an expression on my face. I called my Mom.
I heard the phone pick up, and my Mom's voice asking hello.
"Mom?"
"Yea?"
"Who's my Dad?"
"I...-"
"You've never brought this subject up before and I want to know why Mom?"
"I have to go, the Baby's up." and with that, she hung to phone up and I was left there holding the phone up next to my ear, fighting back tears.
I walked into my room letting tears a few tears escape. I started to pack clothes, cd's, wrist bands, things that I valued the most. I put them all into my old back-pack, grabbed my i-Pod and put on my Green Day hoodie and started to climb out my bedroom window, when I realized I had no money. I put my stuff down and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed my Grandma's purse and took her debit card out.
I was going to go to California; I have a friend who just recently moved to some place called Oakland...So I might as well go there.
I grabbed my stuff and crawled out of my bedroom window and started to walk to a bank. I put in my Grandma's debit card, and took out a couple hundred dollars for the trip. I called a taxi on a payphone near the bank. It was still raining, and I was freezing, so I decided to go to a near-by restaurant and warm up.
When the taxi finally pulled up I opened the back door and got in. I told him I needed to go to the nearest airport, and I didn't care how long it took, as long as I got there. I didn't have a ticket yet, but I was willing to pay as much money as possible, only if I didn't have to go back home.
We pulled up to the airport and I got out. I walked up to one of the people that worked there and asked, "Do you have any available tickets for Oakland, California?"
She nodded her head and asked, "Are you here by yourself?" I also nodded my head, and looked away. "Miss, you must be over the age of 16 to buy a ticket." I just looked at her. "Are you over the age of 16?" I lied and nodded my head. I don't think she believed me, but I think the look of sadness on my face she let me have the ticket.
My flight was due for 9:00am, and it was about 8:30am. While I was waiting, I listened to my i-Pod until someone came and sat next to me. I didn't dare look at them; I just pulled my ear phones out and sat there with my head down. I pulled my sweater off because the airport had heaters on because of the rainy weather.
When the person next to me seen my arms, and wrists they gasped and just looked at me with sad eyes. When I finally did look over at who was next to me I almost died.
"Y-you're Tré Cool..." I mumbled. He just stared from my wrists to my face, looking like he was about to cry. I started thinking, this is THE Tré Cool, and he's not going mental?
"Your wrists..." he managed to say after a moment of just staring at me.
I tried to cover the rest up so he wouldn't see the bruises also, but he pulled my sleeve up to see the rest.
"Why..? Why would you do this to yourself?" he asked softly.
"I have my reasons." And with that I walked away because I was starting to get uncomfortable, but he just followed me.
"Tré?!" I heard a familiar voice call after him.
"OVER HERE DUMB ASS!" Tré yelled back, and then 2 men ran over to him, asking where the hell he had been, then they seen me.
"Tré? Who is this?" One man asked.
"Chill Bill, it's just someone I ran into. Now come on you guys, aren't we supposed to go meet some fans or something?"
"Tré? That was yesterday. Are you ok?" said a very tall man, but I knew who it was; Mike Dirnt.
"I...I need to go," I said trying to go, but Tré held me back. "What?" I asked getting annoyed.
"N-" He started, but he was cut off by a voice ringing through the airport. "Flight number 19 to Oakland, California now boarding."
"Come on Tré, we don't want to miss our flight." Mr. Mike Dirnt said pulling on Tré.
I followed along because I had to in order to get on the plane. I ended up having to sit next to a man with black hair. I never really took the time to fully examine him. But I knew who he was; Billie Joe Armstrong.
I could feel him looking at me. I looked over at him.
"You have green eyes, like me," he said after a moment.
"I know. Not very many people I know have green eyes. I'm lucky," I said in an almost whisper.
He just stared at me for a minute before going back to what he was doing. I turned my i-Pod on and started to hum along with the song Basket case. Billie looked over at me and asked, "You're a Dookie fan?"
I looked at him with a 'Duh' expression on my face and said, "Why else would I be listening to it?" I smiled at the expression on his face, it was priceless. He looked like he had just been hit with a dumb stick... Ha-ha... dumb stick.
After awhile he asked, "Why are you going to Oakland on your own?" I just looked at him, with a sad look on my face, and then took my sweater off so he could see my cuts and bruises. "Is that why Tré was acting weird when we found him?" he asked just staring at me with a look of sadness in his eyes. I just nodded and looked away. He went to grab my hand so he could get a better look at the cuts, but I winced from the pain when he touched me. He looked really pale, and sad.
"Why..? Why would you do this to yourself?" he asked staring at my wrists.
"I have my reasons," I whispered to him.
"Please tell me..?"
"It hurts...too much," I told him with a tear gently sliding down my face..
"I... -" he started but was cut off by the flight attendant telling us to fasten our seat belts.
Billie didn't say anything else; he just sat there, staring at his hands, with a sad look in his eyes. We were taking off, so I fastened my seat belt, and I started to slowly fall asleep. When the plane landed, Billie had to shake me awake; I said thanks and grabbed my bags. I started to walk out of the plane, when someone's hand grabbed mine and spun me around. I looked up to see Billie.
"Why-" I started but he cut me off.
"You need someone to stay with? You can stay with me, Adi, and the kids if you want." He asked kind of fast, but with a stupid smile on his face.
"But why would you want ME, to stay with... with someone like YOU. I mean, you're in the biggest band in the world."
"But... I...Please? I don't want you doing something stupid. Just... Please?"
"I...I guess..."
"Are you serious?"
"Err...Yea..."
He just smiled at that and then called Adi on his cell. I walked over to where Tré and Mike were and Mike just looked at me and Tré asked if I was staying with Billie or not.
"Yea....I guess," I told Tré and his eyes lit up.
Mike walked a little closer to me asking what my name was.
"Jasmine...Jasmine Buster," I said looking down.
"I...wow...Wait; I've heard that last name before..." Mike said, trying to remember the person with my last name.
"Wait...Do you know a Yvonne Buster?" He asked now remembering who it was who had my last name.
"Yea, she's my Mom. How do you know her?" I asked curiously.
"Oh my God, Tré! Remember Yvonne Buster, we used to call her Y?" Mike asked Tré who was starting a conversation with some woman off the plane.
"What? Oh, Y? Ya I remember her, didn't she date Bill before?"
My eyes widened at that. I had to call my Mom. I had to call her NOW.
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