Upside Down

Chapter 3

The company I went to actually payed for my flight to Oakland. I had told my 'mom' that I'd be staying a while if everything went well.

The plane ride was over in what seemed to be seconds. I was ready to meet my dad.

Frank Edwin Wright III puzzled me already.

First of all, what the fuck even is that name. And under 'job' he'd written 'burgular, snorter of doughnut sprinkles'.

What.

I got in the taxi and gave his address. The drive was silent, but it gave me time to think.

Finally we pulled up at a rather large house.

I walled up the path and pressed the door bell. A small man with dark hair and green eyes answered the door. He looked alarmed.

"Y-You're not a fan, right?" He asked. I pulled a face.

"A fan of what?" I asked.

"Clearly not. So then what brings you here?" He asked.

"Im looking for Frank Edwin Wright III?" I said. To my suprise he burst out in uncontrolable laughter.

"Holy shit. Mike!" The small man called. A blond man joined him at the door. "She's looking for Frank Edwin Wright." The still laughing man told 'Mike'.

Did I get the wrong house?

Mike laughed too, but then turned serious.

"Wait. Why?" He asked. I looked at my feet.

"I wanna talk to Frank." I muttered. Mike nodded.

"Bill, go get him." Mike said.

So his name is Bill.

'Bill' came back with an even smaller man. He had green hair and was spinning a drum stick around.

"Call him Tré." Mike said quietly to me.

"Tré?" I asked.

"Yes?" 'Tré replied.

"I think I need to talk to you." I replied. He nodded slowly.

"I think you're my dad." I said. Everything went silent. Until...

"O snap." 'Bill' said, snapping his fingers.

"I was adopted. I traced you back here." His face was priceless.

"Janie?" He asked, and Bill and Mike looked at each other.

"No. I'm Chloe. How many fucking kids have you given away?" I asked, and Bill spluttered, causing Mike to nudge him.

"I named you Janie." He said.

I was about to reply when all of a sudden, a rabid squirrel ran over, climbed up Tré's body and attached itself to his face. Tré ran around in circles, trying to latch himself free as the squirrel stayed attached to him, its face blank.

Mike and Bill were almost on the floor.

"Aren't you going to help him?!" I exclaimed, watching Tré rolling around, wresting with the squirrel.

Eventually Bill pulled himself together and held his arm out towards the weird creature. It detached itself from Trés face and climbed up his arm, sitting on his shoulder. Mike stroked its head.

"Bad Timothy." He said.

"Its your pet?" I asked as Tré got up.

"Tré's," They corrected me at the same time as Tré held his arm out and the squirrel jumped from Bill to Mike. Tré walked into the house, followed by Mike.

"C'mon then." Bill said.

"Hmm? I'm sorry Bill, you expect me to walk into this hell hole?" I asked. He extended a hand towards me.

"Its Billie Joe. And yes." He walked into the house, so I followed and shut the door.

This was fucking weird.