The Life Of Estelle Dirnt., chapter 2
-An Hour After The Fight-
My dad had made my mom unconscious. What else would you expect? He stood up for his one and only daughter. I really hate my mom. I hope she goes to jail...or die.
My dad was on the phone with the police. He was going to try and get full costudy of me since of what happened. And...it will most likely happen. I can show them the scars, bruises, and cuts my mom gave me. There is no way she can win.
"D-Dad?" I said, trying not to cry.
"Yes, Hero?" he said, looking at me smiling.
"I love you," I said sweetly.
I did love him. Well, as a dad of course. I have no clue why he calls me Hero, because he is MY hero. I don't care at all that he is famous; he's just a regular guy to me. I still don't understand why some people think he's hot...
I saw him smile at me. I'm glad he came. And I'm glad I told him what my mom does to me. Now, hopefully...I can stay with him. And see him more often. Well, then there's tour...but I still get to see him more often.
"I love you too, Hero," he said while kissing me on the forehead.
"Dad?"
"Hmm?" he said with his eyes closed.
"Why did you and Mom split up?"
There it is. The one question no one would ever answer for me. Why can't they tell me? I want to know! I'm 9 years old...I have the right to know. But they think I'm too young. Pfft.
"Oh, u-umm..." he kept saying nervously.
"Dad! Just please tell me..."
Why won't he tell? I have the right to know! All my life I've wanted to know. Hopefully now he will tell me. Or I can dig up information from Uncle Billie or Uncle Tre.
I heard him sigh. Was he finally going to tell me? Oh please let him tell me! I must know. I'm sick of tired of not knowing!
"Okay, I'll tell you. Well...when I was on tour 9 years ago, I got drunk. And me and your mom were dating. And well, you were made. And then she wanted to get rid of you. But I wouldn't let her. She said she was going to leave me and get rid of you. But I didn't let that happen. Well, not the leaving me part."
I was speechless. I was a mistake? A stupid mistake? Now I know why they never told me. How could they keep this from me? I should have known. No wonder why my mom beats me.
"I-I was a mistake?" I said in shock.
"N-No! Of course not! Well, kinda," he said looking down.
"DAD!" I pratically screamed.
"Calm down! I don't think you're a mistake. If you are you're the best mistake I've ever made. You keep me alive..." he said sweetly.
Wow. I keep him alive? I never thought about that. Well, It could be true, because I'm his daughter. And he would do anything for me. Even die for me.
"D-Dad that's so sw-"
I was cut off by the doorbell. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it slowly and saw the police...
My dad had made my mom unconscious. What else would you expect? He stood up for his one and only daughter. I really hate my mom. I hope she goes to jail...or die.
My dad was on the phone with the police. He was going to try and get full costudy of me since of what happened. And...it will most likely happen. I can show them the scars, bruises, and cuts my mom gave me. There is no way she can win.
"D-Dad?" I said, trying not to cry.
"Yes, Hero?" he said, looking at me smiling.
"I love you," I said sweetly.
I did love him. Well, as a dad of course. I have no clue why he calls me Hero, because he is MY hero. I don't care at all that he is famous; he's just a regular guy to me. I still don't understand why some people think he's hot...
I saw him smile at me. I'm glad he came. And I'm glad I told him what my mom does to me. Now, hopefully...I can stay with him. And see him more often. Well, then there's tour...but I still get to see him more often.
"I love you too, Hero," he said while kissing me on the forehead.
"Dad?"
"Hmm?" he said with his eyes closed.
"Why did you and Mom split up?"
There it is. The one question no one would ever answer for me. Why can't they tell me? I want to know! I'm 9 years old...I have the right to know. But they think I'm too young. Pfft.
"Oh, u-umm..." he kept saying nervously.
"Dad! Just please tell me..."
Why won't he tell? I have the right to know! All my life I've wanted to know. Hopefully now he will tell me. Or I can dig up information from Uncle Billie or Uncle Tre.
I heard him sigh. Was he finally going to tell me? Oh please let him tell me! I must know. I'm sick of tired of not knowing!
"Okay, I'll tell you. Well...when I was on tour 9 years ago, I got drunk. And me and your mom were dating. And well, you were made. And then she wanted to get rid of you. But I wouldn't let her. She said she was going to leave me and get rid of you. But I didn't let that happen. Well, not the leaving me part."
I was speechless. I was a mistake? A stupid mistake? Now I know why they never told me. How could they keep this from me? I should have known. No wonder why my mom beats me.
"I-I was a mistake?" I said in shock.
"N-No! Of course not! Well, kinda," he said looking down.
"DAD!" I pratically screamed.
"Calm down! I don't think you're a mistake. If you are you're the best mistake I've ever made. You keep me alive..." he said sweetly.
Wow. I keep him alive? I never thought about that. Well, It could be true, because I'm his daughter. And he would do anything for me. Even die for me.
"D-Dad that's so sw-"
I was cut off by the doorbell. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it slowly and saw the police...
