Livin La Vida Bam

Parents=Bad Idea

I once again woke up in Bam'sbed, but this time he was laying right next to me, writing something. I bothered not to ask so I just looked up at him. A lot. This looking at him is different from normal though, Because now I'm trying to analyze every line, curve, and angle of him. I feel like this comes from the artist in my brain, always wanting to draw people, capture the moment in sketches and shading. He noticed and just gave me a confused look with a smile. He kidded my forehead and went back to writing.

I sighed and closed my eyes again to try and fall back asleep. When I was just on the edge of awake and ptfo, I heard someone knocking on the door. I knew that both Phil and Ape were home so I was confused when I felt Bam's weight no longer on the bed. I quickly threw on some cartoon network fuzzy pants, keeping on my tank top from yesterday, and throwing on a plain black hoodie.

I walked downstairs to see April hugging my mom, Phil talking to my dad, and Bam waiting for me at the bottom. I smiled even though inside I just wanted to jump out a window and run. I kept the smile on as I walked over to my mom.

"Hey mom." I let go and looked at her, and she was beaming. My father, on the other hand, did not look so thrilled. 

"Dad" I did a head nod at him and he did it back. He and I were never really close since he had always wanted a boy and now that there was a boy, he doesn't seem so pleased. Now with all the stress out of my head, and a lot of catching up with mom, I smelt something amazing. I realized that April was no longer standing in the entryway with the rest of us. I excused myself from my conversation with mom to see what Ape is doing. She was in the kitchen mixing up some pancakes and eggs so decided to help her out. She was on pancake duty and I was on egg watch. 

Not even 5 minutes into helping April, I heard yelling start coming from the entryway. I could tell one of them was my father, and the other sadly Bam.
"fuck!" I took the eggs off the hot burner and booked it to the entryway.

"Yo!" I paused for a second hoping my father would stop yelling and just listen for once. That didn't happen though "YO!" I yelled shocking both of them.
"What the actual fuck is going on?" I looked at Bam, honestly not wanting to head whatever bullshit was going to end up spilling out of my father's mouth. My mother was silent, more than likely concerned about the fact that I'm becoming loud.

"This Jackoff is just starting shit!" he waved his arm in the direction of my father and he started to open his mouth, but before he could get a word out i stopped him. 

"Dad. Outside. Right now." I opened the door and stomped outside with my Dad training after me. He didn't even give the door a minute of being closed before he tried to get in my face.
"GUYS LIKE THAT ARE THE REASON WHY YOU'RE LIKE THIS!"
"GUYS LIKE THAT? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" I was inches from his face, letting all the words flow out that I've always wanted to say.

"YOU'RE THE REASON I'M LIKE THIS DAD! YOU! YOU FUCKED ME UP BY NEVER BEING THERE! YOU DON'T HAVE THE CHOICE TO BE A PARENT NOW! I'M 18 AND I'M GOING TO DO WHATEVER I WHOEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO WHEN I WANT TO! I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD ANYMORE! JESUS CHRIST MAYBE IF YOU WERE PRESENT THROUGHOUT MY CHILDHOOD YOU WOULD FUCKING KNOW THAT!" I felt a connection on the left side of my face and it registered that he had laid a hand on me. His own daughter, that has 14 years of pent-up anger just waiting. 

Before I could react myself, The door flung open, and out came Bam, Phil, Ape, and my mom. Everyone was pissed and Bam honestly looked like he was going to commit murder.
"You need to go before you get your shit absolutely rocked by everyone here." He huffed knowing that he was going to lose, and he started walking down the street since mom had the keys. I couldn't tell if it was the shock or the horror but everyone was silent. Bam had run over to me, making sure I was okay and not too marked up. 

Mom is sitting on the stairs, head in her hands and I could hear soft sobs coming from her. I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"It's not your fault he's a dickbag Ma." I rubbed her shoulder lightly not knowing what else to say. 
"He can stay at the hotel you guys got, and you can just stay at my house. We'll even extend your stay a few days so we can have mother-daughter time, sound like a deal?" I smiled and she looked up. Her face was damp and extremely red but seeing my smile seemed to cheer her up a bit. She nodded her head yes and I looked to Bam and shrugged not really knowing how to go about this situation anymore.

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I walked down the stairs after hanging out in Bam's room talking to him and my mom. They actually got along amazingly and I'm just happy she accepts him. Since it was getting late, We all decided to head back to my house for the night. Bam grabbed a few pairs of clothes, I'm assuming to just keep at my house.

When I walked in the door it was almost a relief. The comforting smell of incense and candles was always filling the house which is a change from the usual alcohol smell that's in Bam's house. I threw my keys on the counter and gave my mom a tour of the house. I showed her the room she could stay in and left her to get comfy and go to bed. I walked back down and locked the door, grabbing a bottle of apple juice from the fridge and making my way up to my room. Bam was sitting on the edge of my bed with a piece of paper in his hands.

"What's that?" I smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"It's for you, cause I'm bad with words sometimes"