My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong

Chapter 7

I looked at Tré, who was still nodding at Billie.

"Yeah, Billie. No question." He said, and Mike agreed. Billie sucked in a breath, and then asked Tré

"Should I tell her?" Tré and Mike nodded, and Billie turned to me.

"Natalie.." He said, and then he looked at Tré and Mike for support. Mike stepped forward.

"Do you remember what your dad looked like?" He asked, and I nodded. "What did he look like?" He asked, and I thought.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes." I said, and Tré nodded.

"Have you seen your eyes?" Mike asked, and I nodded slowly. What was he getting at. "Green right?" He said, and I nodded. "Your mom has blue eyes." He said, and I nodded again. "Which means... uh, what was your dad's name?" 

"David." I said, and he nodded.

"Which means that David can't be your dad." Tré spoke up, seeing Mike struggling. I blinked, and suddenly something clicked. My 'dad' only started appearing in pictures from when I was 3 years or older. It was my mom alone until then. I gasped, and looked at Tré who was still nodding.

"Okay, so if David isn't my dad... then you have to... y'know, know then, right?" Tré and Mike looked at eachother when I said the 'y'know' for some reason. 

"Billie is your dad." Tré said, almost silent. I looked horrified and glanced at Billie, who had his head down. He knew, the motherfucker. Literally. I felt rage build up.

"You knew?! You knew all this time and you fucking didn't tell me? I could fucking kill you!" I screamed and Tré blinked. 

"Woah. You're definitely Billie's daughter." He said, and I ignored him, all my anger focused on Billie. He looked terrified.

"You have to understand..." He started.

"No! No I fucking don't! I spent all my life getting attached to the man I thought was my dad, when really all he was was one of my mom's boyfriends! He was really... one of you!" I screamed, and lunged for him, kicking him. He didn't move and just let me kick him. Mike didn't. 

"Hey, hey, stop. It'll be okay." I didn't stop and Tré stepped forward, picking me up, flinging me over his shoulder and carrying me to my room. I relaxed in his arms, looking at Billie quickly before I disappeared around the corner. He had his head in his hands, and Mike was patting his shoulder. I was still so fucking pissed off when Tré dropped me on the bed. He sat next to me and said nothing, and I sighed. He suddenly hugged me tight, and I relaxed and hugged him back.

"See this? This is all your dad wants." He said, and I glared at him.

"Don't call him my fucking dad." I spat, and Tré raised his eyebrow.

"Clearly he is. You have his temper, and his launguge." He said, and I looked at him weirly.

"His launguage?"

"Yeah. Along with the more colorful words like you just demonstrated, he also uses the phrase 'y'know' a lot, which you did before." He said, and I glared at him.

"Did not." I said, and he shrugged.

"I just... I hate him so much, and it's weird to think of him as my dad, y'know, I was always so mean to him. Not that he gave a shit, but I was." I said, and Tré's eyes lit up and he pointed at me.

"You y'knowed." He said, and I sighed. "You don't hate him." He suddenly spotted my guitar.

"You play?" He asked, as he picked it up. 

"No. Billie bought me it, I hate it." I lied.

"No you don't. You do play, I can tell, and I can also tell that you love this guitar. You have Billie's look whenever we touch his guitar." He grinned at me. "Play me something." He said, and I did. "You're really good! Your da- Billie... will be so happy!" He dragged me along the hallway to play for Billie, but I wouldn't, so I just stood in the corner and watched.