Abby's POV
I FUCKING HATE LIVING HERE! THEY TOOK MY FAMILY, MY MUSIC MY HAPPINESS! Okay, I'll stop screaming now... But it's still not fair! And we have to call them "mom and dad". They are not! Well, they are but I, we prefer Mike and Britt better. This night I got a text from dad and of course, I couldn't reply. I wrote him an e-mail at least.
"Daddy,
Me and Sarah are fine. Well, not really. They are so strict! No music, no Twitter, no posters, I AM BREAKING THE LOW RIGHT NOW! We're not allowed to keep in touch with you or to wear band merch, or to listen to kusc and my blue hair is now BROWN! It sucks! DO NOT REPLY! They will read our e-mails. Sorry. Good night. We miss you!"
I closed my laptop and I hide it under the pillow. After all I did the rest of the night was just to stay in bed thinking about how much my life sucks.
I felt asleep with my clothes on. The next day was... let's say it was a little bit better. No, joke. It was not. And this is why!
"Abby! Get your ass over here!" I could hear Peter yelling.
"What?"
"YOU SAND THEM AN E-MAIL!"
"Yes, I fucking did!"
"Watch your language, young lady!"
"And if I don't want to?" I asked. Then Peter punched me in the face. I felt down on the floor. I could see blood coming out of my nose.
"THIS! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT! AND IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU WILL WASH THAT CARPET! IS FULL OF YOUR BLOOD NOW!"
I started crying and went straight to the bathroom. I cleaned the blood from my face and shirt. The Nashes are the worst family. I cleaned the carper as Peter said. All I needed was only someone to talk with. So I grabbed a paper and a pan and wrote:
"Daddy,
Peter punched me in the face and now my nose is bleeding. Write me back and put it under the 3rd brick from my old school's gate. I'll find it.
Love you,
Abby and Sarah"
After this I wrote an teweet to Zee from my computer. We will meet at the library at 3:58 PM.
~the second day, at the library~
"Yes dad. I'm at the library. No, I won't meet Mike here. I swear." I was talking with Peter at the phone."I got to go, bye!" I hate how I need too call him "Dad". Like a normal father punchs you in the face and call you a slut. Zee showed up after i hanged up with Peter.
"Hello miss Nash!" he said
"Stop calling me like that!"
"What is with your nose? It looks terrible!"
"Peter punched me. Now look why are you here. I need you to give this to my dad. I mean Mike Dirnt. "
"Okay... Why?!" He asked awkwardly.
"I am not allowed to be in touch with him anymore. I can't text or call or e-mai him. Nothing."
"Poor Abby! How is Sarah?"
"A little bit better than me."
"I feel so sorry for you baby!"
"Is okay... I'll be strong!"
"I wish so."
"Anyway, I have to go. If I'm not home in a few minutes they will kill me. And I'm not joking"
"Uhm... I undrstand. See you sometimes!"
"Bye!"
"Bye! We miss you!"
"I miss you too!" I said and smiled shyly. He ruffed my hair and hughed me.
When I got home I could hear Peter and his wife fighting. I preferred to go in our room without saying anything. Of course Peter comes in to our room and he starts hitting us. "Now go to bed, broken condoms!"
I could not sleep the whole night. I could hear birds and I still was awake. After school I went to get the reply form dad. It said:
"I'll fucking kill him. I love you both. By the way,the baby will be bored soon. I'll tell you when. Until then, I will find a way to get you back.
Dad."
AN:Hi! I deeply apologies for short chapter! see you as soon as I can!
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Different Twins (A Green Day/Mike Dirnt Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionA story about two girls who are Mike's daughters! Even they are twins, their lifestyles are different! Read it and find what it is about!
