Wild Ride - The Alternative Version (Book 2)

Well hello all you sexy people! I found that at the end of Wild Ride, I got a lot of feedback about the Book 2 I was contemplating which is the alternative version to the original story, and they seemed to be very supportive of the idea. So, here it is, and I hope you enjoy it even though it's going to be relatively.... sadder than the other one. (: ~A7X_ReverendPlague

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Prologue

I shot an unimpressed look at my six-year-old daughter as she stood across from me, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared back at me with a sullen and slightly irritated expression. She'd been arguing with me about the same thing for the past week, and just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. 

"Why not!?" She'd ask me.

"Because I said so!" I'd tell her.

She would glare at me and say, "That is not a real reason." She's been acting more like a sixteen year old rather than the age she really is, but she's smarter than most people would take her for, being only six. I love her to death, but her being stubborn does not make anything easier.

Abigail was an unexpected blessing, even though most of my family or what was my family didn't see it that way. The fact that I don't even really know her father just makes it worse. Abigail's father was a rockstar, in a band called Avenged Sevenfold, which he drummed for. I met Jimmy at a bar one night after getting into a fight with my mom, and I wanted to go and blow of some steam with the help of alcohol. He came and sat beside me, and asked what was wrong. For whatever reason, I told him everything even though he was a complete stranger to me. In between that and the time that his lips were pressed against mine, I don't know what happened or what was said, but shall we say I know what happened after that? Abigail is living proof of it.

When I came home and told my parents that I was pregnant and it was off a one night stand, they were very much less than pleased with me. My mom more so than my dad, he was mostly just extremely disappointed. My mom, however, due to her religious beliefs, totally flipped shit and nearly had a stroke. Honestly, I wouldn't of minded if she had a stroke. At least it'd get her off my back and I wouldn't have to hear her mouth. I remembered our argument very well.

*Six Years Ago*

"What do you mean you're pregnant?" My mother's eyes were already lit with pure fury.

"Exactly what I said, Mom. Do you not know the meaning of the word?" I shot back sarcastically. This was about to get shitty, and real fast too. My dad just sat there at the table with his face in his hand, not saying a word. Well, he didn't have to, my mother would say enough words for the entire population of Earth.

"Don't speak to me that way." She snapped, and I just rolled my eyes. 

"I'm an adult, I'll speak to you however I want whether you like it or not." I spat. 

"An adult?" My mother laughed. "Is that what you think you are!? Clearly you're far from it, Elise. Coming home and telling us that you're pregnant by a guy you don't know is not adult-like behavior." 

"At least I'm not the one being totally over-dramatic about it. You could be a little more supportive, but you're just going to let your fucking religion get in the way like it always has! I'm not part of your fucking cult, or whatever! That's not me and you can't change who I am, so deal with it." I growled at her.

"Watch your language!" My mom shouted. "It is not a cult, either. It's a way of life, the right way of life. I don't know where I failed you, but I know I'm not going to be supportive of this abomination!"