Nobody hits Tre!, chapter 2
Tre's POV
A few months later my daughter was living with me in California. After I hit Josephine she left me and I was damn happy she did. It was just Samantha and I now in our house. I wanted to make up for all the years I hadn't been able to spend with her so I home schooled her. I took her everywhere with me, even to the bank. I wanted to know everything about her. I learned that her favorite food was chicken ceasar salads, her favorite color was green, her favorite holiday was Halloween and she made me promise then when Halloween came I'd take her to every haunted house I knew of, she watched Montel, Maury, Oprah, Jerry Springer, The Price Is Right, and Dr. Phil everyday, even though she made fun of Dr. Phil every time he came on, and I even learned she liked the pads with wings. (I know but yeah.)
Sam's POV
"Dad! Come here! I need help!" I yelled.
He came in the kitchen where I was sitting and helped me with my homework. We heard a knock on the door and he went to answer it.
"Samantha! Get in your room and lock the door! NOW!" he yelled.
My dad never yelled unless he was extremely mad or it was something very serious, so I ran up to my room and locked the door. I grabbed the cell phone he gave me and went over to my door. I could here him yelling something and then I heard a door slam. The next thing I heard was him screaming like a girl. I'd never heard my dad scream, scream before. I was scared. After a few minutes I heard some people running down stairs and out of the house. I quickly unlocked my door and into my dad's room. He was lying on his bed crying. He had worn shorts today so I could see both his legs, and his left leg was completely covered in blood. He was crying like little kid. Hiccupping and sniffling. He was crying really hard.
"Dad what happened?" I asked him.
He couldn't even talk he was in so much pain so I called the cops.
A few hours later
We were at the hospital and I found out that Josephine, and two other guys that were much, much bigger than my dad came over to our house, drug him in his room, and beat him in the leg with hammers until his leg broke. They said his leg would heal fine and that they would try to catch them.
Two days later
My dad was sitting on the couch watching the news and I was making dinner since he couldn't do anything. They did find Jose the cunt, as we know called her and her two fag asses as we now called them. I saw my dad walked through the kitchen on his crutches and out to the pool in the back yard. He sat down by it and lay down.
"Give me some pirate juice little girl!" he yelled.
"What the hell is pirate juice?" I yelled back.
"I dunno," he answered.
I put down the spaghetti strainer and went outside and sat next to him.
"I'm getting old. I think I need to get out of the music business," he said.
"If you get out of the music business, I'm getting the first flight back to Iowa," I said back.
"Okay. I'll stay in it," he said back.
A few minutes later I heard the water boiling over the edge of the pot and sizzling on the stove, so I ran in and turned it off.
"You're not supposed to put it on high hottest it can go darling," my dad said as he wobbled in on his crutches.
"Sorry," I replied back.
After dinner we sat down and watched a movie. In the middle of the movie we heard a knock at the door. In came Mike without us saying he could come in. He came in our living room and put down a blue cooler. My dad opened it and inside was so much beer you could barely shut it. He went back out and came back in with another cooler full of meat and buns.
"We're having a cook out, and we're gonna get drunk, and we're gonna let you're daughter have beer too," Mike said with his long arms up in the air like he was the shit.
"YES!" I yelled.
"Nah. I don't think so," he said.
"Dad! Come on!" I yelled back.
Mike pleaded too.
"We already ate," he said.
After a while we convinced my dad to let us cook out and let me have beer.
Later on the night
Nobody's POV
It was nine and Tre's backyard was filled up with friends. Even his dad and sister came. Mike, Billie, Freese, and Ronnie were all sitting at a table playing a game called circle of death. Billie Joe was wasted. He got up and ran around the yard yelling pussy. Sam had a friend she made in the neighborhood named Nickey over. Secretly they ordered a keg and Mike to pay for it and sign for it. Tre had only had one drink and was watching all the people in his yard be retards. At the moment it was too much for him.
His leg was killing him right now. Billie somehow got a hold of a phone and ordered Tre a male stripper to dance all up on him. Tre sat in humiliation as an almost, fully naked man in just a pink thong jiggled his dick in front of his face. Samantha felt bad for her dad. It almost looked like he was about to cry. After the stripper left Tre got his crutches and went in the bathroom. Samantha followed. She knocked on the door and listened to her dad sob. She opened the door and went in.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"I just haven't had a good week. My ex breaks into my house, I get my leg beaten with hammers, I have a party going on in my backyard that I don's know how the fuck I'm gonna clean up, a fucking MAN just shoved his schlong in my face, and now their playing fucking Beer Pong on a table out there," he said looking out the window.
Samantha helped her dad go up to bed. When the party was over she got everybody to leave. She stayed up all night picking up empty beer cans, moving the table they played beer pong on, and cleaning up food. Around 2:15 in the morning she found a case of beer left.
She had only had a little bit of alcohol. She sat down next to the pool and got drunk. Luckily she already had the yard cleaned up. With a beer in one hand, and trying to maneuver with the other, she went out of the backyard and walked down the sidewalk. After a while of being drunk and walking around she decided to go home. She eventually passed put on her bed. Tomorrow she would have a hangover from hell.
A few months later my daughter was living with me in California. After I hit Josephine she left me and I was damn happy she did. It was just Samantha and I now in our house. I wanted to make up for all the years I hadn't been able to spend with her so I home schooled her. I took her everywhere with me, even to the bank. I wanted to know everything about her. I learned that her favorite food was chicken ceasar salads, her favorite color was green, her favorite holiday was Halloween and she made me promise then when Halloween came I'd take her to every haunted house I knew of, she watched Montel, Maury, Oprah, Jerry Springer, The Price Is Right, and Dr. Phil everyday, even though she made fun of Dr. Phil every time he came on, and I even learned she liked the pads with wings. (I know but yeah.)
Sam's POV
"Dad! Come here! I need help!" I yelled.
He came in the kitchen where I was sitting and helped me with my homework. We heard a knock on the door and he went to answer it.
"Samantha! Get in your room and lock the door! NOW!" he yelled.
My dad never yelled unless he was extremely mad or it was something very serious, so I ran up to my room and locked the door. I grabbed the cell phone he gave me and went over to my door. I could here him yelling something and then I heard a door slam. The next thing I heard was him screaming like a girl. I'd never heard my dad scream, scream before. I was scared. After a few minutes I heard some people running down stairs and out of the house. I quickly unlocked my door and into my dad's room. He was lying on his bed crying. He had worn shorts today so I could see both his legs, and his left leg was completely covered in blood. He was crying like little kid. Hiccupping and sniffling. He was crying really hard.
"Dad what happened?" I asked him.
He couldn't even talk he was in so much pain so I called the cops.
A few hours later
We were at the hospital and I found out that Josephine, and two other guys that were much, much bigger than my dad came over to our house, drug him in his room, and beat him in the leg with hammers until his leg broke. They said his leg would heal fine and that they would try to catch them.
Two days later
My dad was sitting on the couch watching the news and I was making dinner since he couldn't do anything. They did find Jose the cunt, as we know called her and her two fag asses as we now called them. I saw my dad walked through the kitchen on his crutches and out to the pool in the back yard. He sat down by it and lay down.
"Give me some pirate juice little girl!" he yelled.
"What the hell is pirate juice?" I yelled back.
"I dunno," he answered.
I put down the spaghetti strainer and went outside and sat next to him.
"I'm getting old. I think I need to get out of the music business," he said.
"If you get out of the music business, I'm getting the first flight back to Iowa," I said back.
"Okay. I'll stay in it," he said back.
A few minutes later I heard the water boiling over the edge of the pot and sizzling on the stove, so I ran in and turned it off.
"You're not supposed to put it on high hottest it can go darling," my dad said as he wobbled in on his crutches.
"Sorry," I replied back.
After dinner we sat down and watched a movie. In the middle of the movie we heard a knock at the door. In came Mike without us saying he could come in. He came in our living room and put down a blue cooler. My dad opened it and inside was so much beer you could barely shut it. He went back out and came back in with another cooler full of meat and buns.
"We're having a cook out, and we're gonna get drunk, and we're gonna let you're daughter have beer too," Mike said with his long arms up in the air like he was the shit.
"YES!" I yelled.
"Nah. I don't think so," he said.
"Dad! Come on!" I yelled back.
Mike pleaded too.
"We already ate," he said.
After a while we convinced my dad to let us cook out and let me have beer.
Later on the night
Nobody's POV
It was nine and Tre's backyard was filled up with friends. Even his dad and sister came. Mike, Billie, Freese, and Ronnie were all sitting at a table playing a game called circle of death. Billie Joe was wasted. He got up and ran around the yard yelling pussy. Sam had a friend she made in the neighborhood named Nickey over. Secretly they ordered a keg and Mike to pay for it and sign for it. Tre had only had one drink and was watching all the people in his yard be retards. At the moment it was too much for him.
His leg was killing him right now. Billie somehow got a hold of a phone and ordered Tre a male stripper to dance all up on him. Tre sat in humiliation as an almost, fully naked man in just a pink thong jiggled his dick in front of his face. Samantha felt bad for her dad. It almost looked like he was about to cry. After the stripper left Tre got his crutches and went in the bathroom. Samantha followed. She knocked on the door and listened to her dad sob. She opened the door and went in.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"I just haven't had a good week. My ex breaks into my house, I get my leg beaten with hammers, I have a party going on in my backyard that I don's know how the fuck I'm gonna clean up, a fucking MAN just shoved his schlong in my face, and now their playing fucking Beer Pong on a table out there," he said looking out the window.
Samantha helped her dad go up to bed. When the party was over she got everybody to leave. She stayed up all night picking up empty beer cans, moving the table they played beer pong on, and cleaning up food. Around 2:15 in the morning she found a case of beer left.
She had only had a little bit of alcohol. She sat down next to the pool and got drunk. Luckily she already had the yard cleaned up. With a beer in one hand, and trying to maneuver with the other, she went out of the backyard and walked down the sidewalk. After a while of being drunk and walking around she decided to go home. She eventually passed put on her bed. Tomorrow she would have a hangover from hell.
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