¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl) {Green Day Fan Fiction}

One

Parents.

Parents were supposed to love you, they were supposed to care about you, tell you everything would be alright when you were upset, tell little white lies just to make the situation seem better. I held back a scoff as I dropped my duffel bag to the ground, soon following it through my small first story window.

My parents were nothing like that. My father was a druggie, and his girlfriend a drunk. My real Mom died in labour, not even making it far enough to hear me cry. My father blamed me for it, for her death. He changed after it happened, at first he tried to compensate for my lack of parentage by loving me unconditionally, like a father should, but after I turned nine, he started going out.

I'd be left alone in the house for days on end waiting for him to return, when he did, he always be either high or otherwise intoxicated by some form of drug. He never did anything but pass out and leave me to find him unconscious somewhere in the house, probably with a random barely clothed girl half his age laying with him.

It carried on like that until I started asking him where he went and asking him to stop leaving me. I asked him after he got back and he checked on me, he came towards me and me being the naive child I was, thought he just wanted to comfort me, to tell me he wouldn't leave me alone again, but I was, of course, wrong.

He slapped me straight across my face and told me to never ask that of him again. I obeyed and cried myself to sleep. I couldn't see out of the of my left eye for weeks. It became a regular occourence, he's go out, come home, hit me and repeat. He started having girls stay for more than just one night after a while, having girlfriends. They all had problems like he did.

I held back the tears burning at the back of my eyes, tears mourning the child I used to be, and silently slid my window shut from the outside, grabbing my bag, I sprinted down the pathway and down the road to the closest bus stop. I only had to wait a few minutes before a bus pulled up.

"Where's the furthest away you go?" The lady driving looked at me with a confused expression before answering.

"Cali, you're a bit young to be travelling alone aren't you?" I shook my head slightly but didn't answer her question, I'm actually Fifteen, so I'm old enough to be travelling alone. I just didn't want to give her too much information on me incase my "Dad" came looking for me.

"Can I have a child's one way ticket to Cali then please?" She stared at me for a few more seconds before printing out a ticket and reading out the numbers. I handed over the money she asked for without question, accepting the change and moving towards the back of the bus.

The bus was empty except a man later across two seats near the front of the bus so I just sat in the back corner and rested my head against the window, my headphones to my old beat up MP3 player in my ears. Seconds later, I dozed off to the sound of All Time Low running through my head.