Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

These words are knives

//20 minuets later//

"Jack was created when I was 4." I said to Tony.

He looked over at me for a second like he had no idea what I was talking about. Then he remembered and nodded his head.

"Kinda specific age isnt it?" he asked, laughing a little before getting a shush from a moody old lady who was sitting next to us on the bus.

"It was around the time my mom died."

He stared down at me like he had just slapped a priest.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didnt know." he apologized.

I laughed a little and laid my head against the window of the bus. It was warm with my hood up. I was wearing a old green jacket with a soft brown fur kinda thing on the inside of the hood. Underneath was the oversized shirt I was wearing the day my life fell apart. My legs were covered with a old pair of skinny jeans, the knees sliced open. I had on old vans that were holey and dirty.

"Its ok, your not the first person to freak out and go all sob story on me when they found out my mom died." I tell him. He nods his head and relaxs back in his seat. Were gonna be on here for a while. He told me we had missed the bus back to the venue he and his band were playing at, so we have to take a 45 minuet bus ride to the street next to it. Why the bus driver cant just pull onto that street where their bus was parked is non of my concern.

All I took from the Home was a little duffelbag under my seat containing clothes I took from my house, a few books, and a little bunny my grandmother made for me as a baby.

Tony had fallen asleep beside me with his hand resting my knee when I heard a woman behind me scoof. I turned my head to look at her. She was a middle aged woman wearing a furry parca, her head turn the other direction away from my gaze.

"Im sorry, did you say something?" I asked forcefully.

She turned back to me and gave me a look that said'Did you really just talk to me?'.

"No I did not." she said snottily.

"Ok then whats with the little rude noise huh?"

She glared at me like she wished she could dict tape my mouth shut and goes to speak.

"Your type shouldnt be aloud on public transportation." she said, almost shouting the word public just to get the point across.

"What type are we?" I ask, turning my body so I could fully see her. She had wrinkles crowding her eyes and really everywhere else on her face. Looked like a raisin, except not sweet and no one would wants it.

"Your satanist music. Your piercings and tattoos are sinful. Some people wish to go to heaven while others wish to rot. They should not have children to carry out there wrong doing. They make horrible parents."

"Look lady, Ive been through enough crap in the past 4 months and I do not need someone like you telling me that the way my dad lives and looks is wrong. I just fricking meet him. And if he turns out to be a Satan worshiping, goat sacrificing, blood spewing monster, I will definetly let you know. So till then, you can take all your little problems you have with the only family I have and shove it where I can gurantee the sunshine doesnt shine." She gasps and holds her hand to her chest, like I just stabbed her which I wasnt far from doing. She presses her lips in a hard line and turns to face Tonys back. She reaches up with her boney finger and jabs it repeatedly into his shoulder. He jumps awake and turns to the old bat, groaning a "What do you want?"

"Control your daughter! She is ill mannered and horribly rude!" she tells Tony. But he just smiles at the woman and shrugs his shoulders.

"I dont know, dont think the man upstairs would like you calling one of his own daughters ill mannered and rude. Arent you basically inuslting one of his creations?" If there was anyway to describe the womans face, it would be priceless. Tony just shook his head and laid back, stretching his legs out under the seat in front of him and tilting his hat forward so it covered his face.

"Like youve got room to talk, your riding a bus lady. Dont get so snooty, god dont like snooty." a older black man two seats behind me said to the woman. She gasped at both of us, giving us death glares befote getting up and moving away to a different seat. I smiled back at the old man, giving him a thank you. He nodded at me, tilting his hat forward to say'your welcome'.

I turn back to Tony and give him a huh. He looks over at me and asks," What?"

"You were awake the whole time and you didnt help me."

He just smirks and sits up. He pulls his hood back and looks down at me.

"Actually, I woke up when I heard you say shove something where the sun doesnt shine." he explained, glaring playfully down at me. I lowered my head down and looked down at the ground. "Sorry. Shes was just being really irritating and rude."

I felt his thumb grab gently at my chin and pull my head up, making me look in his eyes. "Delilah, Im not mad and your not in trouble. Im proud you stuck up for yourself. Your definetly my child." he said, smiling and trying to hold back a laugh. I smiled and pushed his hand away, leaning back against my seat and closing my eyes. The bus rocked and shook a little but it was a nice rocking, like a baby being rocked in a cradle or rocking chair.

"Tell me about your dad." Tony blurted after a few seconds of silence.

I opened my eyes to look at the tattooed man beside me. He was fully covered in tattoos even though I could only see his hands and neck. I could tell that there was more, he just seemed like the kinda dude to leave no space uncovered. He had a little diamond under his right eye and gages hanging in his ears. He was a sight to be seen. And there was a lot to see. He had a mustache and bread growing in and it looked nice on him, like a homey kinda way. Like he can crack a dudes skull but also coo at a laughing baby.

"I dont know much about him. I just met him." I joke, making him smile and laugh a little. He knew I knew what he meant, just wanted to make him laugh.

"Not much to tell." I started, sitting up so I could look at him,"He was a drunken douchebag. Hed abuse me like it was a sport and he had to win. But he wasnt always like that. I can remember getting so excited when I heard the front door open and close and hear him call my name, running out to meet him and him picking me up and twirling me around." I couldnt go on cause tears were gathering in my throat and chocking me.

The sweet memories I had were faint and hard to remember. I could remember him coming home, being so happy to see me and mom laughing at us from the kitchen. Him pushing me on the little swing seat out back and me screaming for him to go higher. Then it all just stops there. The next memories are of me sitting in the hospital with my mom, holding her hand and begging her not to leave me. It was a month or so before she passed away, thats when my dad found the alcohol. I didnt tell her about him because I didnt want her to worry. There was already way to much on her plate. She had gone bald from the chemo and her face was puffy. I once told her she looked like a chipmunk with stuffed cheeks. Boy did she laugh.

I felt arms wrapping around me and pulling me. I looked up to see Tony pulling me into his chest, his arms going around and holding my back. I laid my face against his chest and let out my tears, snaking my arms around his stomach and holding him close. His hand was stroking my hair and back, quietly shhing me.

"Hey, he wont get you. Neither will Jack or anyone else. Your my daughter and I will love you, no matter what anyone else says. Even old saggy bags who looks like a old raisin no one ate." He whispered to me so no one else could hear our little moment. I pulled away and shouted," I know right! I was thinking the samething!"

We then got into a discussion about foods that looked gross our we didnt like. Hmm, hes good, I think I will keep him.