Jeffree's Girl

The Birth Of Beauty And Unknown Pain

(Jeffree's POV)

"David..." I groaned out. "Yeah?" He asked. "I'm never letting you touch me again..." I groaned out again. "Okay. Whatever you say." He said, clearly not caring whether or not if it was going to stop our sex life. I layed breathless on the hospital bed. I heard the cries of a baby a few feet away. I looked over and saw my child. I gasped at her beauty. "Jeffree's girl..." David breathed out. "What do we name her?" I asked David. "Dahfree." David answered. I looked down at my daughter. Perfectly pale/tanned skin, perfect face structure, she looked...perfect. Almost like me. So why not have her name match mine? "Dahfree Lethal Star..." I breathed out. "Huh?" I heard a small fragile little voice say. Me and David gasped, knowing it was coming from Dahfree. She opened her eyes and looked straight at her father, David. She looked so confused. Then she looked straight into my eyes, and she looked so calm when she saw my golden contacts and make-up covered face. "Is it because of my tattoos?" David asked jokingly. I chuckled. The life me, David, and Dahfree will have...it shall be perfect. Dahfree will not suffer like I did when I was young, I refuse to let it hapen.

*almost 16 years later*

(Dahfree's POV)

 "DAHFREE!!" My dad called from downstairs. "WHAT?!" I called back. I shifted my black lace peplum, black jeans, beige cascade leather jacket, black scarf, multi-colored braid, and tiara. I put in my golden knot stud earrings and pink uggs, very careful not to break my long pink nails. I put on my neon purple sparkley eyeshadow and a coat of mascara. "YOU MOM'S HOME!!!!" My dad called from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. In case you don't know, my mom is a guy; he just gave birth to me. I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw my mom. Neon blue hair that ombres into black, red contacts, pink leather jacket with black skulls and black lace, gray v-neck, black skinny jeans, and black buckle knee-high boots. "Dahfree!!! How are you, baby girl?" My mom exclaimed as he walked in. "Hey mom." I said, hiding my outfit behind the stair pillars. My mom looked confused. "Come out from behind the pillars." He said. I came out. My mom and dad looked shocked at my outfit. Jeans, UGGS, & a braid was clearly not everyday fashion to them. I mean, my dad was wearing a white tuxcedo with a neon yellow v-neck with a neon pink eyelash curler pattern and neon yellow and white nike's and all he is going to do today is pick me up after drama and choir tutoring, and be with my mom in the house. "What in the name of fucking hell are you fucking wearing, Dahfree?" My mom asked, obviously dissapointed. "Um...boots, neon eyeshadow, leather jacket, a tiara, gold earrings, a lace peplum top, you know....clothes, accesories...things of that matter...." I said back. "You're lucky you're going to be late. But I'm picking what you're wearing tomorrow though Dahfree." My mom said. We walked out into his pink ferrari and I got in the front seat. I turned on the radio and 'Love To My Cobain' started playing.

I want our love

So good

So good it'll make me sick

To touch

But I need it

You are the love to my cobain

Blood to my blade

And you're no good for me

Baby no good

You are the pin in my grenade

Can't pull you away

And you're no good for me

Baby no good

Give me kisses again

Never gonna quit my addiction

And I like you 

Keep me so conflicted

And I like it even when you hit it

And the song kept on until we got to my school. I stepped out of the car, grabbing my BOTDF neon blue backpack. "Bye." My mom grumbled out. I froze at the sound of his voice. It was so deep. Like, my mom's voice is already really deep when he tried to get it higher, but him having it even LOWER?! I pretended I didn't hear and closed the door. I walked up the steps, careful not to run into anyone. Some guy walked up to me. I flinched, not knowing who it was. But it was just my band member. "Electric blue, lilac purple, seafoam green, blood red, jet black, bubblegum pink..." He said, looking at my hair. "I've changed since 9 weeks ago, Byron." I said. "You are wearing UGGS...what the fuck? Did you roll out of a bed of a average person?" Byron asked. "I just got ready. I forgot my mom was coming home this morning. He looked so dissapointed. But my eyes are sparkley, my eyelashes are huge, my nails are long and pink, my lips are red, my hair is multi-colored, and I'm wearing a tiara. What screams my father more than that?" I explained/asked Byron. I turned around and saw my mom walking up the stairs. The popular girls came over to me and Byron. "Bitch! Byron is mine!" Melissa, a popular girl, shouted at me as she pushed me back down the stairs. I fell down and somehow, I landed on my feet, caught my backpack, and was in my mom's arms. My mom walked up to Melissa, and punched her in the face. "WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!" Melissa shouted. "Never hurt my daughter. Ever. Again. Got that bitch?!" My mom growled in her face. He looked straight at Byron. "And same goes for you." He growled out again. "I have never hurt your daughter. In fact, I've only saved her from getting hurt 99% of the time." Byron growled out. "Byron...don't." I warned Byron. Byron walked over and put his arms around my shoulders. I smiled. "Mom, you should go. Dad might worry." I told my mom. My mom just walked away with his arms crossed. I cuddled into Byron's chest.