My dad is who?!? (Ashley Purdy from BVB)

Who defaq are you?!?

I was running around my room packing, I was staying a week at my dads. Laptop, phone, tablet, camera, charger, earbuds, check. Hearing an unfamiliar roar of an engine, I looked out the window. It wasn't my dads silver mustang. It was the BVB tour bus. As there was a knock on the door my mom yelled, "Legacy your dad is here!" When I reached the bottom of the staircase I saw Ashley Fuckin Purdy. My jaw dropped hitting the floor. I was confused. How the hell is he my dad? "Legacy, how about we have a talk? All three of us?" My mom asked. I nodded, I needed to know what was going on. "About 13 years ago, I was mad at your 'dad.' I went out to a bar to get my mind of things. When I was there I ran into Mr. Purdy over here. We um... had sex and you are his only child." My mom knows I know what sex is. Damn I used to sext. I'm actually surprised that I'm his 'only child.' My eyes went back and fore worth between the two. "And why am I barely finding this out? Why wasn't I told? Why does he want to be in my life after 13 years? Does he even want to be in my life? Why..." I asked all these questions. "1 I didn't even know till last week, 2 because that was your mothers choice, 3 because now you are my baby girl, 4 yes I do want to be in your life good or bad, 5 please," Ashley spoke out to me. I rolled my eyes and nodded. How could she keep this from me? How could he call me his "baby girl?" Slowly going up the stair to grab my bag. My phone started ringing so I ran the rest of the way. I was getting a call from, Lizzy!
"Sup hoe?"
"Sup hoe?"
"What are you doing?"
"About to go to my dads house... I think"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm going on a tour bus, and it feels weird."
"Wait your going on a tour bus?!? Who's bus are you going into?"
"Ummm..... how do I tell you! Let's see, I can just say it, or give you a hint?"
"Just fucking say the damn band"
"Damn calm your titties, Black Veil Brides..."
"WAIT?!? And you didn't tell me?!?"
"I did just not right away..."
Who is your dad"
"His last name starts with a P
"JAKE!?!?"
"No the other one..."
"ASHLEY?!?!? Holy shit Legacy! Your dad is your man whore."
I would say he is my man whore and I love him
"Ummmm... yes?"
"Haha hope you can sleep at night."
"Shut up! I better be able to sleep or I'll look like tropical fruit when we woke him up after the STAAR test, but in the morning. Red eyes, zoning out, falling asleep, and nearly falling when walking."
"Oh yeah that was funny"
"Yeah it was. To bad you ca-"
Cut off by my mom, "Legacy hurry up!" "Ugh fine mom but I'm not hanging up the phone," I yelled back. "Whatever just hurry up. Don't keep your father waiting!" "Ok ok ok ok ok ok!" I hate when people wait on me.
"Don't fall down the stairs."
"I'll try not t- Oh shit!"
I almost fell down the stairs
"You little son of a bitch I hate you!"
"Language young lady," my mom yelled. "Sorry," I replied.
"You know you love me."
"Ok just keep saying that."
"Legacy! You're mean!"
"Thank you. Everyone says that."
"Oh true true. Why?"
"Because I'm a 'cold, heartless bitch' at least that's what some people say."
"Legacy, language," my mom repeated.
"You mean most of 6th and 7th grade?"
"Shut up Ben deserved it, even if I love Deven like a brother I will let that boy get his ass beat unless someone is saying shit about him, those girls were saying stuff about Ariel I've been sticking up for her awhile now so why stop. My friends get hurt, someone else gets hurt."
"Violence is never the answer"
"Violence is the way I like it, and don't be Mrs. Gracia."
"Why would I want to be 60 year old camel toe lady?"
"I thought she was 49"
"I'm pretty sure she is 90"
"Wait slow down am I 53 now?"
"Oh god I hope not because we are only 2 months apart so yeah"
I looked up to notice I was right outside the front door. Damn, what was I doing the whole time?
"Hello? Hello? Hello? OH SHIT I THIK I JUST LOST MY SISTER! HELLO?!?! Are you even there anymore?"
Clearly I zoned out, again.
"Oh sorry hoe. I'm going to call you when I have somewhat privacy of a bunk. Bye bitch!"
"Whatever. I'm going to your brothers concert this week. Kk you better not forget. Bye hoe!"
"Wait! Shit! I almost forgot he will be in San Antonio today!"
Today is 7/12. 1 My stepsister's birthday 2 my brothers concert. Well not my real brother. Lysette and I play around, so Jayy Von Monroe is my brother and Andy Biersack is her brother. My name is Legacy Von Monroe, and hers is Ectasy Biersack. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. I looked up to see the son of a bitch, Matthew. "Hey Legacy. Did you come outside because you really wanted and needed to see me," he asked. "Go away," I said pushing him. He grabbed my wrist, "C' mon Legacy. Admit it, you like me." "I would never, EVER even think about like you. That just straight up disgusting. Now, leave me alone before I take matters into my own hands, bitch," I growled telling him to step away. He didn't even move. He came closer. Which is stupid because he knows I'm not joking. He cupped my face with his hands, and started slowly leaning in. When he was centimeters away from my face, I smirked and brought up my foot, kicking him in the balls. AIM FOR THE BALLS! He fell over and groaned in pain, hold onto his crotch. He never learns. When I turned away, about to walk, I felt him grab my ankle. I get angered real easily, and I fucking hate his guts. "LET GO OF ME GOD DAMN, MATTHEW! I DON'T LIKE YOU! GET THAT THROUGH THAT THICK SCULL OF YOURS," I yelled at him. I heard 5 pairs of feet coming of the bus. By then Matthew already stood up. I punched him in the chest, kneed him in the stomach, throat punched him, kicked him the balls again. And when he grabbed my ankle again, I turned around and stepped on his arm, which was against the street. I bend down to talk to him. "When I say 'Let go of me' be smart and let go," I whispered. "Oh and always remember, I. Don't. Like. You. At. All. Okay? Okay," I added not whispering a single bit. I turned back around to see the guys staring at me. "If you were me you will understand why. But you're not me so don't started judging." CC spoke up, "That was awesome!" All I did was shrug, "Small fight. I've seen bigger at school." "Oh shit, I'm scared to go to your school," Jake said. I smirked, "Good. You should be. We get threats from high schoolers, we had 18 fights in 1 day and 32 fights in 2 days. (This is ALL true like no shit) Drama comes around at the worst times, and goes to the wrong people. Now, can we go on the bus because sometimes I hate Texas heat, but can stand it." Jinxx offered to take my bags. As nice as possible, I said no. Limited people hold my stuff. I just need to trust you. When I got on the bus I claimed one of the lower bunks. Stupid shortness, gotta ruin everything. Putting my stuff away, I get a text message from Deven.
D: Are you watching?!?
L: Watching what?
D: THE SPURS GAME!!!!
L: Shit I'll start watching it
D: Don't
L: Why not?
D: As your BGF (Best Guy Friend) I should know you would change while watching it.
L: To bad I'm going to watch it
I started walking to the back room. Deven and I are HUGE Spurs fans. Last game probably gave Deven mightmares. Little things make me mad. No one was in the back room so I just took out my laptop and search for the game. When I found it I started to watch it. It was end of the 2nd quarter already. We were going against the Thunder. 6th game of the playoffs. Now I know why Deven said I would change, the score was 12-30. As I watched the game I felt anger building inside of me, my blood boiling, a scream wanting to come out of my mouth. A few times the referees would call something stupid or to late and I will yell. One of the referees called out Adams when he did nothing. Westbrook slapped Green I believe in the face. My screams and yells of frustration would set free. Nobody came to check on me. They probably knew what I was doing. I was this close to punching the wall. Another game to blame on the referees. They are probably blind. For sure they are blind. "Fuck... Shit... Bitches... Westbrook you ass... Tim you better not leave... Blind cunts," I would mutter under my breath when I walked out the door. Once I opened the door, because I had it closed, 5 guys were staring at me. Jake spoke up, "What was going on in there?" "Well let's see, Spurs went against Thunder for the 6th game of the playoffs, probably Tim Duncan's last season, referees are fucking blind as hell, my team lost 99-113 against the damn Thunder. How is that possible?!? Pop was making poor decisions when it came to who was on the court," I said with disappointment tone. "Well dinners ready if you want to eat," Jinxx told me. "No not really, because I'm really not in a good mood. Stuff is going on at school and my team lost, so I'm a bit ticked off right now," I calmly told them. They all nodded understandingly. I got into my bunk and closed my curtain. A few minutes later k heard my curtain open again. As I closed my laptop I looked over. It was the one and only CC. "Hey Legacy. I was thinking-" I cut him off, "Oh god help us he has been thinking." You can hear the other guys laugh at my comment. "I was thinking about what happens at your school. Like earlier when you said 'Stuff is going on at school.' What did you mean," he asked. I sighed, "Today eighth graders were doing their STAAR test. We were sticking in second period almost all day. At lunch my friend Codi asked me a question, 'Do you think Maggie is prettier than Hinata?' I said yes but I don't mean like by a long run. Maybe like short distance, an inch maybe. Codi probably told Aaliyah and Hinata and now they are getting mad at me. When I had to talk to them I didn't have the right words and ended up saying the wrong things. Now I got to deal with all the bs at school and at home with that dumbass Matthew. And... Oh shit! Today I was supposed to meet Lilly at Ingram!"

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I'm pissed off right now! 99 TO FUCKING 113! Do we like not want to win or something?!? I'm so done with life. You may think, "it's just a game." It more than a fucking game! It may be Timmy's last season! He has been on the Spurs for 19 years already. Since 1997.
~😈Satan😈~