"I have had enough of your shite, Tanna" Mum growled, squeezing my wrist
"Fuck off, you, bitch!" I screamed, trying to slap her hand off
"You wanna talk to me like that again?" She spat in my face, eyes flaming
"I fucking do, you whore. It may be your time of the month and depressed but you don't need to fucking act like this" I screamed, in her face
She looked down, loosening her grasp. She looked into my eyes. They were dark and furious, watering. She let y wrist go and sped to her room, grabbing a tatty suitcase on her way
"Mum? Where the fuck do you think you are going" I demanded
She ignored me. I heard her dial a number in the house phone, I crept just outside the bedroom door, cupping my ear to hear who it was.
"Hello? Billie?" Mum spoke, desperately
I heard a mutter
"Yeah. I'm, uh, going away for a while and I need somewhere for Tanna to stay" She whined, in desperation
The voice spoke again
"Look. Do you want your fuckin' kid to be homeless, you bastard?" She raged
'Kid' ...
Dad?
"Look, sorry for calling you a bastard but she really needs somewhere..."
My face was a mix of confusion and worry.
"Really Billie? You are bloody great, thanks. When can she come?" Mum questioned
What the fuck?
"The sooner the better I say" She sighed "What's your address again?"
The murmur on the other end went on for ages.
"That's lovely Billie. Thanks a lot for doing this, she will be over soon. Bye!" Mum shrilled
I quickly ran back into my room, but quietly. I spread on my bed, looking distracted.
I saw a shadow appear behind my door then it slowly creaked upon.
"Tanna" Mum grizzled "You finally will meet your Dad, I'm going away for a while to relax, pack your case, I am booking for 5 pm tomorrow. No questions, fucking do it"
She stormed out.
I was in a state of confusion, happiness and anger. Getting rid of me? Relax? Stay with the man she refused to talk about?
Then again, I get to escape from this shithole and her. Hopefully he has a nice place, I thought.
I grabbed my small suitcase from on top of the cupboard and chuckled my jeans, fleece, black plimsolls and plain black shirt in there, then my iPod, my brush, underwear, I needed my toothbrush, my passport (Wherever that is...)
I ran to the bathroom to fetch the toothbrush and sprinted into Mum's room and opened her document draw. I rustled around under the sheets and pulled a passport out. Ah ha! I opened it to see it was Mum's. Crap.
I searched again, more furiously until my hand hit a plastic wallet, I pulled it out. Bingo! I ran with it back to the bedroom and packed it.
I'm sure that was all I needed really. He probably had the rest, let's hope. I bet he is an old sleazebag. I shuddered. What if he shared an old flat with his mates and it stunk of pot, beer, farts... and his mates would probably come onto me and...eugh, better not think about this!
Mum had paid a worker to escort me on the plane trip and keep an eye on me until I got off the plane and into the car to bring me to the house.
The time had gone pretty quickly. I'd stayed up all fucking night getting paranoid and shit. I unzipped the case, not able to see anything and rummaged around to find my iPod. I felt the cool metal of the iPod and tugged it out, I slotted my earphones in and scrolled down to Give Me Novacaine by Green Day.
As I sat there, I thought how hard it must have been for Billie. His Dad dying at age 10. I thought how lucky his kids were to have an amazing Dad. I smiled for the first time in ages whilst listening, slowly drifting to sleep...
*Beep Beep*
I smacked the alarm clock and stuck my finger up at it.
"Oh fuck you!" I whined
It was ages until we left but a lot still needed to be sorted out and needed to get there too. It was now 10 am. I pulled myself out of my bed and flung myself into the bathroom.
Time flew as I got more things together and at exactly 2:30 pm I heard a knock at the door. I ran down the hallway and unbolted the door then opened it. A cheery woman stood before me
"Hello Tina!" She beamed, she put a hand out to shake
"It's, uh, Tanna and hello..." I whispered awkwardly, shaking her hand back
"I'm Elaine Moore, I will escort you on your plane ride. Got passport and luggage and everything? Do you need to say bye to your Mother?" She trilled
"Yes" I lied, shutting the door behind me
"Goody goody! Now, let's catch that plane"
It was ages until we got there and I felt queasy as fuck. I nearly vomited as we got out the car.
I rolled my case along, behind Elaine (The Pain) and we went into ticket check, bag check and we had our suitcases taken away.
I'd never been to an airport before so it was very exciting but kinda, busy?
I realised I had accidently rolled up my sleeves, I quickly shoved them down, in case people saw the scars.
We waited patiently for our flight to be called whilst she fired tons of questions at me, it got so tiring at the end.
"Fuck off" I spoke under my breath, turning away my head
"Tanna! That is no way to speak" She gasped, jumping back
I ignored her, sad old lady.
Our flight was then called. I felt a swirling in my gut, a bad feeling but I fiddled with my zip as we were directed where to go to board the plane.
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Daddy - Billie Joe Armstrong Fanfiction
RandomTanna Scott has always been alone. Inside and out. She has never felt love, only betrayal and sadness. When her life is ripped apart, she tumbles into the lowest grounds. Still no one cares. Can a secret kept for years put her back on track? Or will...
