With The Lips Of An Angel, chapter 1
I wake up to a pair of hypnotic, jade green eyes, but quickly fade back into unconsciousness. Unwillingly, I relive my past. Maybe this time, though, I'll find some hidden meaning in those last words he said to me...
I laughed lightly as I flung my pudgy little hands around my dad's haughty neck. "I love you so much! You're the best daddy in the entire world!" I managed to say through my three missing teeth.
I was only the age of three, and I loved my dad to peices. He was my hero; my superman. I believed that he would do anything on the face of the planet for me, and that he would never leave my side for very long at all. Whenever he left for places far away,
He would try to take me along, but if he couldn't, I understood. These foreign and exotic places that he took me mesmerized me, but all the while, they were normaly only across the state, or even town. But I didn't care in the least. All I cared about was that I was going with my dad to places that noone else in my Pre-school class had been to, and that was a big accomplishment for me.
Whenever I would get jealous of all the other people he hung around; talked to and sang to, he would just smile and say, "You know what? Just watch and see. These people will eventually find someone else to love, someone else to talk to. And you know who I'll still love? You, Risika. I'll still love you if the earth stopped spinning." and I would always unfold my arms, and get rid of the pout, and then give him a kiss on his cheek.
Then there was my dad's best friend. He was a man of 20, yet he still acted my age; a welcome change to my evil step-dad whom I was determined was set out to destroy me. Then there was my dad's other best friend, who was more mature. But he still acts like a kid alot.
But as I got older, my dad got more and more well known, resulting in me seeing him less and less. But every time he had a second for me, I took advantage of it. Some of my most cherished memories are of me and my dad laying on the roof, gazing at the stars after my dad had a bad day, and wanted to see me.
But now I'm 14, and I'm around my step-mom has way moe time for me thanmy dad does. Now don't get mewrong, I love her like my own mom, but noone could replace my dad.
The only person in the entire world that needs him more than I do, is actually people; Green Day. They wouldn't survive in the least without him. I live in Kingman Arizona, one of the shittiest towns in the world.
But what makes it all worth while is my best friend, Jamie. I and relate to her in every imaginable waym except that her dad isn't one of the most famous men in rock, and I've never been a drug addict. But, hey, she's two years older than me, she'a had some more time to live.
The reason that I live in Arizona is becauase my mom lives here, and I'm enrolled in school here. My dad lives in California (Duh), but I'd rather live here where Jamie is. My name is Risika Lee Armstrong, and I'm a rockstar's daughter.
"Come on! Were gonna be late, stupid ass!" I yell up the stairs, aiming my voice at my door from downstairs. Jamie and I came to my dad's house last night, and this was that first time that she had actually met, or even talked to my dad.
But whan we got here, my dad was at the studio recording some new stuff, and left agian before we got up. But he sent us a limo to come pick us up to go see him. When Jamie was finally ready, we walked out the door, locking it behind me. The limo driver opened the door for us with a light. "Please watch your step, Mrs. Armstrong,"
I opened the CD cabinet once we got going and the privacy window went up. I had Jamie pick out a CD. This music wasn't really her type, but it would have to do.
"Um... this one," she said, pullin gout my dad's London Calling CD. The Clash was one of my favorite bands, and The Clash was as close to Ramstien as she was gonna get in this limo.
To be honest, my dad does have a few Ramstien CD's stashed in the back of the cabinet, but Ramstien actually scares me along with any other hardcore/metal band did. She had me put it in, and turn it all the way up. We didn.t have to worry, because the driver had the privacy window blocking out some of the noise, and special earphones blocking out the rest. My dad would know we were coming, a mile away.
I laughed lightly as I flung my pudgy little hands around my dad's haughty neck. "I love you so much! You're the best daddy in the entire world!" I managed to say through my three missing teeth.
I was only the age of three, and I loved my dad to peices. He was my hero; my superman. I believed that he would do anything on the face of the planet for me, and that he would never leave my side for very long at all. Whenever he left for places far away,
He would try to take me along, but if he couldn't, I understood. These foreign and exotic places that he took me mesmerized me, but all the while, they were normaly only across the state, or even town. But I didn't care in the least. All I cared about was that I was going with my dad to places that noone else in my Pre-school class had been to, and that was a big accomplishment for me.
Whenever I would get jealous of all the other people he hung around; talked to and sang to, he would just smile and say, "You know what? Just watch and see. These people will eventually find someone else to love, someone else to talk to. And you know who I'll still love? You, Risika. I'll still love you if the earth stopped spinning." and I would always unfold my arms, and get rid of the pout, and then give him a kiss on his cheek.
Then there was my dad's best friend. He was a man of 20, yet he still acted my age; a welcome change to my evil step-dad whom I was determined was set out to destroy me. Then there was my dad's other best friend, who was more mature. But he still acts like a kid alot.
But as I got older, my dad got more and more well known, resulting in me seeing him less and less. But every time he had a second for me, I took advantage of it. Some of my most cherished memories are of me and my dad laying on the roof, gazing at the stars after my dad had a bad day, and wanted to see me.
But now I'm 14, and I'm around my step-mom has way moe time for me thanmy dad does. Now don't get mewrong, I love her like my own mom, but noone could replace my dad.
The only person in the entire world that needs him more than I do, is actually people; Green Day. They wouldn't survive in the least without him. I live in Kingman Arizona, one of the shittiest towns in the world.
But what makes it all worth while is my best friend, Jamie. I and relate to her in every imaginable waym except that her dad isn't one of the most famous men in rock, and I've never been a drug addict. But, hey, she's two years older than me, she'a had some more time to live.
The reason that I live in Arizona is becauase my mom lives here, and I'm enrolled in school here. My dad lives in California (Duh), but I'd rather live here where Jamie is. My name is Risika Lee Armstrong, and I'm a rockstar's daughter.
"Come on! Were gonna be late, stupid ass!" I yell up the stairs, aiming my voice at my door from downstairs. Jamie and I came to my dad's house last night, and this was that first time that she had actually met, or even talked to my dad.
But whan we got here, my dad was at the studio recording some new stuff, and left agian before we got up. But he sent us a limo to come pick us up to go see him. When Jamie was finally ready, we walked out the door, locking it behind me. The limo driver opened the door for us with a light. "Please watch your step, Mrs. Armstrong,"
I opened the CD cabinet once we got going and the privacy window went up. I had Jamie pick out a CD. This music wasn't really her type, but it would have to do.
"Um... this one," she said, pullin gout my dad's London Calling CD. The Clash was one of my favorite bands, and The Clash was as close to Ramstien as she was gonna get in this limo.
To be honest, my dad does have a few Ramstien CD's stashed in the back of the cabinet, but Ramstien actually scares me along with any other hardcore/metal band did. She had me put it in, and turn it all the way up. We didn.t have to worry, because the driver had the privacy window blocking out some of the noise, and special earphones blocking out the rest. My dad would know we were coming, a mile away.
