Teenagers, chapter 4
"Uh...uhhhhhhhh..." I stuttered staring at the cop.
"Get that out of your hands and come with me please. And gather your things," said Mr. Grumpy-Cop. I got my backpack and Fender and walked over to the barred door. THe officer loudly opened it up, making the whole area echo. THe inmates grumbled a bit and complained about how I just got there and now I'm leaving.
"Take off your pants and stay a while!" screamed one of the inmates. I scowled at them and walked faster to the stairs with the cop closly behind.
"Sorry you had to hear that, miss." I looked at him with an 'it's fine, let's just get the fuck out of here while I'm still a virgin' look. He found it as a glare, but all well.
We continued up the steps out into the hall way which lead into the front area. There the cop took me to the front desk. "Sterling?" I slowly turned around to see the face of a mister Tre Cool. I dropped my Fender but the cop caught it and held it for me. I would have dropped my back pack, but it was on my back. . . thus not falling.
"Sterling?. . ." he repeated.
"Yes. . . . . . ." I stated staring at him in awe.
He came up to me and gave me a big hug. I felt awkward but hugged him none the less. He looked me up and down, tears forming in his eyes. "You've grown so much.... my baby!" I gave him a wierd look.
"Your baby? Mr. Cool, I'm Billie's daughter...." I said not quite understanding why he thought that I was his daughter.
"Honey, what are you talking about? I just came 5,000 miles to come and get you, and now you think that I'm not your father? Of course I am!"
Even the cops gave Tre an awkward stare. In return, so did he.
"Sir, are you Billie Joe Armstrong?" asked an officer.
"No, I'm Tre Cool. She's Sterling Jade Cool! I'm her father! Maggy Jade Santapeo is her mother.... I mean, was," said Tre sadly and emphasizing the word "was".
I handed him my birth certificate and he read it. Smiling, and then the smile fading. "This is wrong. I know for a fact that she's my daughter," said Tre in a defiant voice.
"We're going to have to do a test to make sure, sir. Please come with me."
We, meaning Tre and I, followed the officer into the room passing many other doors with names officail's names on them. Ther officer turned into a room, but I didn't notice. Tre looked at me and then ran over to get me. He touched my arm gently leading me into the room where I was supposed to go. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I said.
"No, problem, kiddo," replied Tre. I felt all warm when he said that to me. Nobody has ever called me kiddo. Not even my mother. She just called me kid, but that was different. She would say, "HEY! Kid!" Tre said it with warmth and love in his voice.
I followed him into the room and sat down in a chair placing my Fender on the ground along with my back pack. Tre sat down in a chair next to me, putting a reasuring arm around me.
"Okay, we need to take blood from the both of you and them we will see if you really are the father," said the cop.
He took me first into a little room in the back. He called up someone and they came in shortly after. He walked out of the room I guess to talk with Tre or something.
"Sir down, please," said the person. Jan, it was. At least that's what her name-tag said.
I did as I was told an looked around the small room. It was filled with medical equipment, surringes, needles, tubes, gloves, you name it. She got out a needle an a tube. The needle was weird looking, but I think it was a needle. Oh well. I nautious, not liking the fact that blood would be taken from my arm.
She looked at me with a worried face. "If you're going to throw up or pass out, please tell me. I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want to, either." I shook my head telling her I would do so, incase it happened. Lucky for me, I was alright.
She looked for the vein on my arm and then washed the area with those wet little napkins that smell like crap, though they claim not to. She insterted the needle and took some blood.
I watched the blood travel through the tube, driping into another one, but much smaller, and it was standing up in a tray with other labled tubes. She cleaned me up and sent me out to get Tre.
I got him and them sat down. I looked at the plain band-aid on my arm, dissapointed. I wanted it to have a little design on it, you know like they do at the doctors. Thank God it wasn't Fred Flinstone, though. I hate him. Don't ask.
Anyway, I rolled my sleeve down and looked about my surroundings. The cop wasn't here, so I assumed he was back to work. I looked down at my Fender as bad memories of my mother flooded my thoughts.
[i] "Get back here you little bitch, you!" screamed my "mother".
"No!!!!" I screamed back just as loud. She was chasing me around the house, mad that I hade gotten a D- on Science. She grabbed my sweatshirt and threw me down onto the floor.
She kept kicking me saying how stupid I was and how I didn't deserve to walk the earth. Then blackness <i/>
The door slowly opend, sqeaking and inturrupting my thoughts.
Jen looked at me, and Tre looked at me with a twisted face.
"What's wrong?" I asked Tre.
"She stabbed me!" he whined.
"I didn't stab you, you just don't have any tolerence for needles. I see where you get it from." She said looking at me.
I stopped laughing and looked at her.
"You really are my father?"
"Get that out of your hands and come with me please. And gather your things," said Mr. Grumpy-Cop. I got my backpack and Fender and walked over to the barred door. THe officer loudly opened it up, making the whole area echo. THe inmates grumbled a bit and complained about how I just got there and now I'm leaving.
"Take off your pants and stay a while!" screamed one of the inmates. I scowled at them and walked faster to the stairs with the cop closly behind.
"Sorry you had to hear that, miss." I looked at him with an 'it's fine, let's just get the fuck out of here while I'm still a virgin' look. He found it as a glare, but all well.
We continued up the steps out into the hall way which lead into the front area. There the cop took me to the front desk. "Sterling?" I slowly turned around to see the face of a mister Tre Cool. I dropped my Fender but the cop caught it and held it for me. I would have dropped my back pack, but it was on my back. . . thus not falling.
"Sterling?. . ." he repeated.
"Yes. . . . . . ." I stated staring at him in awe.
He came up to me and gave me a big hug. I felt awkward but hugged him none the less. He looked me up and down, tears forming in his eyes. "You've grown so much.... my baby!" I gave him a wierd look.
"Your baby? Mr. Cool, I'm Billie's daughter...." I said not quite understanding why he thought that I was his daughter.
"Honey, what are you talking about? I just came 5,000 miles to come and get you, and now you think that I'm not your father? Of course I am!"
Even the cops gave Tre an awkward stare. In return, so did he.
"Sir, are you Billie Joe Armstrong?" asked an officer.
"No, I'm Tre Cool. She's Sterling Jade Cool! I'm her father! Maggy Jade Santapeo is her mother.... I mean, was," said Tre sadly and emphasizing the word "was".
I handed him my birth certificate and he read it. Smiling, and then the smile fading. "This is wrong. I know for a fact that she's my daughter," said Tre in a defiant voice.
"We're going to have to do a test to make sure, sir. Please come with me."
We, meaning Tre and I, followed the officer into the room passing many other doors with names officail's names on them. Ther officer turned into a room, but I didn't notice. Tre looked at me and then ran over to get me. He touched my arm gently leading me into the room where I was supposed to go. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I said.
"No, problem, kiddo," replied Tre. I felt all warm when he said that to me. Nobody has ever called me kiddo. Not even my mother. She just called me kid, but that was different. She would say, "HEY! Kid!" Tre said it with warmth and love in his voice.
I followed him into the room and sat down in a chair placing my Fender on the ground along with my back pack. Tre sat down in a chair next to me, putting a reasuring arm around me.
"Okay, we need to take blood from the both of you and them we will see if you really are the father," said the cop.
He took me first into a little room in the back. He called up someone and they came in shortly after. He walked out of the room I guess to talk with Tre or something.
"Sir down, please," said the person. Jan, it was. At least that's what her name-tag said.
I did as I was told an looked around the small room. It was filled with medical equipment, surringes, needles, tubes, gloves, you name it. She got out a needle an a tube. The needle was weird looking, but I think it was a needle. Oh well. I nautious, not liking the fact that blood would be taken from my arm.
She looked at me with a worried face. "If you're going to throw up or pass out, please tell me. I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want to, either." I shook my head telling her I would do so, incase it happened. Lucky for me, I was alright.
She looked for the vein on my arm and then washed the area with those wet little napkins that smell like crap, though they claim not to. She insterted the needle and took some blood.
I watched the blood travel through the tube, driping into another one, but much smaller, and it was standing up in a tray with other labled tubes. She cleaned me up and sent me out to get Tre.
I got him and them sat down. I looked at the plain band-aid on my arm, dissapointed. I wanted it to have a little design on it, you know like they do at the doctors. Thank God it wasn't Fred Flinstone, though. I hate him. Don't ask.
Anyway, I rolled my sleeve down and looked about my surroundings. The cop wasn't here, so I assumed he was back to work. I looked down at my Fender as bad memories of my mother flooded my thoughts.
[i] "Get back here you little bitch, you!" screamed my "mother".
"No!!!!" I screamed back just as loud. She was chasing me around the house, mad that I hade gotten a D- on Science. She grabbed my sweatshirt and threw me down onto the floor.
She kept kicking me saying how stupid I was and how I didn't deserve to walk the earth. Then blackness <i/>
The door slowly opend, sqeaking and inturrupting my thoughts.
Jen looked at me, and Tre looked at me with a twisted face.
"What's wrong?" I asked Tre.
"She stabbed me!" he whined.
"I didn't stab you, you just don't have any tolerence for needles. I see where you get it from." She said looking at me.
I stopped laughing and looked at her.
"You really are my father?"
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