KING FOR A DAY (A Pierce The Veil Fan Fiction!) ON HOLD

Chapter Seven

I. Am. Not. A. Davis.

I said to myself for the hundredth time as we sit by the front porch of our house. Well, not really ‘our’ house, it’s ‘their’ house since I’m not a part of them. Jaime occasionally gives me the bottle of beer we tend to share, and although he doesn’t approve, he still gives me some. I don’t want to get inside of the house yet. I have no idea of how to face-the-family-who-raise-you-without-telling-you-that-you’re-not-their-daughter. Am I affected by this situation dramatically? OF COURSE. I wouldn’t act like this if I’m not. But, honestly, I don’t have to be mad. I have to be thankful that they treated me well and raised me like their own. I may be one of those street children if they didn’t have the heart to adopt me when I was still young. The question is, why didn’t they told me and why do I have to hear it from my nasty brother, and it all turns out that he’s not my brother, so what do I call him now? Confused. I am way beyond confused and I need a fucking explanation about everything. To cap it all, where are my real parents and why the fuck did they threw me away?

That’s because you’re a trash.

The voice. The frigging voice inside my head has awaken again, mocking me with her words, trying to kill me gently with her mouthful insults.

Why were you born in the first place?

You should be rotting in the ground.

“Stop.” I mumble softly to myself as another set of tears spring into my eyes.

“Hey...” Jaime whispers as he run his hand back and forth on my arm. “Please, don’t cry. It’s gonna be alright. I’m here. Chris is still at your side. And so is Jess and Candice. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll never leave you. Come on.” He kisses my temple and rubs my arm again. “Let’s get drunk instead of mourning, Allie.” He takes out two more bottles of beer and hands me one. “This is the only time I’m letting you drink this.”

“Wow! My knight is letting me drink for the first time!”

He chuckles, “I am doing this for your burden to turn into a burp so come on!”

“I’m not concerned about that!” I laughed at his little joke but he’s right, my burden will sooner be just a burp if I drown myself to drink. He really knows how to divert simple words into a huge source of laughter.

“Tell me what you were concerned about.” He breaks out from laughing.

“I am concerned of how I can open this without an opener.” I crack a smile as I hand him back the bottle. “And I was second guessing of drinking that. My, uh... Dad might see me and that’s going to put me into a bigger trouble that what I am right now. I also don’t want to disappoint my Dad; I want his trust, not his anger. But, thanks for the drinks, by the way. You’ve been very trying to keep me up tonight, so thank you.”

“What’s with the thanksgiving?” he frowns, “That’s nothing. I was doing what’s best for my princess.” He stands up, takes the bottle from me, “Gotta go.” He kisses my forehead and turns to leave. I followed him with my eyes until his silhouette slowly turns into the darkness of the night.

I opened the backdoor of the house, since the front door was locked, and head up straight to my room. I’m really wasted tonight. I changed into a big shirt and pajamas and jumped onto the bed waiting for me. I let out a sigh of fatigue. I let my eyes explore the room and I saw Adam’s iPod. Why is it here? I reached for it, lazily, and turned it on. There is a picture of us together on the lock screen; I remember this was when we used to hang out in the park. I unlocked it and there are not so much of the applications, I hit the iPod icon and scan over his songs. There were thousands of them! Albums over albums of famous artists. Paramore, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, All Time Low, and even Aerosmith. I thought he likes pop? Turns out that he likes what I like so why is he always complaining on my music before? I switched it off and return it back to the bedside table.