Dad, whom I feel I should be calling Jake, was going to live in the BVB house today.
"Jake, can you roll the windows down?" I asked him. (We were in the car) "Sure," he replied, and put the windows down.
We stopped at a red traffic light and I heard a familiar voice I'd only hear on some weekdays.
"HEY, CUTTER! WHO'S THAT EMO NEXT TO YOU, YOUR LESBIAN LOVER?"
Mark Shamelli.
"Shut the fuck up, Mark! That's my father!" I shouted back at him and flicked him off.
"WHATEVER, HOPE YA HAVE FUN ADDING SOME MORE CUTS TO YOUR WRISTS!"
Jake rolled the windows up, then grabbed my wrists.
"Please, stop." He said.
"Ugh, I will! Just stop talking about it!" I snapped at him. He let go of my wrists and murmured "Okay," before driving.
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Jake Pitts - Guitarist, Rocker, and... my FATHER?
FanficKat Pitts has met her father, the one and only Jacob Pitts. Together they have a blast, but unfortunately, Kat has to hide her love for another band member from her father.
