Daddy - Billie Joe Armstrong Fanfiction

3 - Homecoming

"You can go now" I muttered at Elaine as she firmly grabbed my sore wrist, bundling close to me as we waited in the cold

"Cannot do that love! I must stick with you right until you get into your Dad's house and then he must sign some documents, then I'll be gone!" She chirped

Fucking fabulous. I didn't know who the guy was, what he looked like or his history but I was being chucked in a freakin' house with him.

Apparently his home was in Berkeley. No clue where that is, I didn't even have a clue where Oakland was...

Is he married?

Does he have any more kids?

What job does he have?

Is he a cool Dad or a fucking mess of one?

Is he wealthy or poor?

Most importantly, whatever the status, Will he accept me and will I come to accept him?

So many unanswered things... I just needed to get there, then the mystery would be solved!

I saw a silver Mercedes van pull over, Elaine ambled with all her flabber over to it, shoving me whilst going forward.

"Is this the car for Tanna Scott?" She questioned

"Yeah, yeah, I think..." The rather old southern sounding guy muffled

Elaine called me over, giving him a false smile

"Hop on in, chick" She giggled

Chick? Is this woman fucking serious?

Elaine slammed both doors and ensured my belt was on correctly, like a Mother Hen.

"So" The driver spoke as we set off "Berkeley, huh?"

"Think so..." I whispered

"The area you are going..." He spoke with enthusiasm "Nice area, big houses!"

I nodded, well, at least it won't be a bedsit.

I noticed he was wearing a Ramones cap. Green Day would love this guy!

The guy stroked his white beard as we went down an everlasting road

"Ain't gonna be too long, 5 to maybe, 10 minutes?" He grumbled, eyes focused on the road

"That's fabulous, thank you for informing us!" Elaine spoke with such politeness, it almost sounded sarcastic...

Her massive arse was suffocating me and it got worse everytime we took a sharp corner.

I sighed, wishing I had not have packed my iPod so I could listen to music. It was really boiling and my face was like a radiator, I could feel it turning scarlett.

I wound down the window slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice

"Ey! Lady!" He snapped at me sharply and suddenly "Ask next time, okay Sweetcheeks?"

I nodded, taking a gulp. I stuck my weak head out the window, sucking in the cold air. I could hear mainstream music blaring from the radio, I felt sick enough from the heat, nevermind that CRAP!

I could feel a warm liquid trickling down my throat, indicating I was probably about to be sick. I could feel a pit of sickness forming in my gut, rising up and up, making my mouth taste sour until it reached a climax and I puked out the window.

"God's sake, cleaned those today" I heard the man mutter under his breath

"Tanna! Are you ok, sweet?" Elaine demanded, grabbing my face and wiping the sick from my mouth and handing me her water to wash the taste out my mouth