My New Home (Jacoby Shaddix)

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!" My mom yelled at me. I squirmed at her incredibly loud tone.

"GOOD CAUSE I HATE YOU TO! I WISH I MET MY DAD BECAUSE IF I HAD KNOWN HIM ID BE LIVING WITH HIM RIGHT NOW!" I yelled slamming my door.

"I CAN ARANGE THAT!" I heard my mom yell up.

I was actually kind of scared now. I don't know my dad and truthfully I don't want to. He left me, that was all I know and all it took for me to hate him too.

- Samantha's Moms POV-

I searched through the phone book until I saw "Jacoby Shaddix."

I dialed the number and listened to it ring. "Hello?"

"Hi Jacoby." I scowled.

"Who is this?" he said confused.

"Layla. Don't you remember me?"

"What do you want Layla." he said emotionless.

"For you to take this little rat before I murder her." I said in the same tone.

"What little rat?"

"Your daughter."

"My what?"

"Did I stutter? I said your daughter."

"You said you had a miscarriage."

I laughed "I lied. Now either she lives with you or I send her to a foster parent if I don't strangle her before then."

"Woah okay calm down. I don't want my daughter going to a foster home- or being ... strangled. Do you still live in California?"

"Same house, same town."

"I'm coming to get her." he said before hanging up.

-Samantha's POV -

"SAM PACK YOUR SHIT YOUR DADS COMING TO GET YOU!!" I flinched. my dad... I'm going to live with him.

Better than living with a drunk and drug addict mother.

I pulled out my suit case and packed as many things as I could.

Of course I didn't have a lot of time since he was on his way.

I only got to pack some of my clothes and the important things to me before the doorbell rang.

"SAM GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" my mother yelled.

I looked at what I was wearing. My usual black eye liner, my black and green hoodie and black ripped skinny a with my green converses.

Good enough. my mom calls it "emo" but I like the way I look.

My mom opened the door and there stood the one and only Jacoby Shaddix.

My mouth dropped inside but I hid my shock inside.

My mom pushed my outside making me bump into Jacob- I mean my dad.

"Call once in a while, maybe once every ten years. ok?" my mom said before slamming the door.

-Jacobys POV -

Layla pushed my daughter out the door making her bump into me.

"Call once in a while, maybe once every ten years. Ok?" She said before slamming the door.

I could tell she was drunk.

"Bitch..." My daughter muttered turning away.

I was a bit taken back by her language, but yet again she is MY daughter.

"Come on." I said still a bit shocked at what had just happened.

I lead her to my corvette and let her load her stuff into the back.

She climbed into the front seat and tucked her extra length of her hoodie sleeves into the palms of her hands.

"So, uh, what's your name?" I asked.

She shot her head my way. "You don't know my name?" she gunned me off.

I slowly and hesitantly shook my head.

She scoffed. "Its Samantha. but some people call me Sam."

I nodded before starting the car.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked her trying to make conversation.

She nodded. "Your Jacoby Shaddix."

I smiled at the fact she actually knew who I was.

She was really skinny, probably cause she didn't get fed a lot .

"You hungry?" I asked looking her way.

Her eyes widened and she nodded. Just as her eyes widened I noticed who much we were alike.

We both where eyeliner, black clothes, hhigh tops she's defiantly my daughter.