Life as the daughter of Ronnie Radke

Ronnie radke is my dad? Oh. No.

I was sitting on the couch when falling in reverse came on the radio. Ugh! why do they have to be fucking famous! They suck ass! Okay, so I should probably tell you who I am right? Fine! I guess I have no fucking choice any way. I am Ashlynn Marie Jenson. Yeah yeah, what an original last name right? Any way! Back to what I was saying. I am 5'5, my favorite color is midnight blue, I'm bipolar, brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, I hate FIR, I have trust issues. Ever since my real dad left my mom, she always drinks the fucking night away. I don't know my dad, all I know is that he left mom, and that he's a complete asshole. Let's see, hmm, my favorite band is escape the fate, SWS, BVB, and Jordan Sweeto. They're just so perfect. Hey, that reminds me of a song by pink! Yeah, I think I was called fucking perfect, or just perfect. Hell of I remember. It goes kinda like 'who says your not worth it? Who says your the only one that's heard it? Trust me, that's the something something something. I forget the rest. Hmm, oh yea, and I can get easily distracted. Like I could be talking about fucking blow pops ending! A very serious topic. Oh, I only eat the watermelon. Strawberry, ugh, that pink deceiving wrapper, and not to mention that the wrapper is blue for cherry?! What the fuck? Who ever made them probably was thinking like "mwahaha! let's see how many people we can fool with these wrappers! Hahaha!" Yea, and then the whole world ends!! Then there would be no more blow pops. And I don't want to live a life without them! That's like living without music! It is all just. Okay, I'm getting wayy of topic. I really need to keep that under- ooooh an ice cream truck! I ran over to it and looked up at the guy. He had raven black hair, bright green eyes, well that's all I noticed cause he was hot as fucking hell! "hey, your kinda cute, your girlfriend is very lucky" I smiled. He looked at me surprised. "oh, umm, I don't have a girlfriend" He said scratching the back of his neck. What! No fucking way! He's fucking hotter than hell! how is that not possible?! "Um, cause I'm pretty sure no one wants to date me" I looked up at him. He must be a fucking mind reader! "no, I'm not a mind reader" He did it again! "no, your just saying it all out loud" He said holding back a smile. I felt my cheeks blush. "well, it's true, here, call me sometime" I said writing down my number on a piece of paper for him to take. He looked surprised. "well, you gonna take it?" His cheeks flushed. He took it, then I walked away. I felt my phone buzz, I looked to see who was calling. It's mom. "hello?"

"Ashlynn, you need to get home, now, its... it's about your father" Then she hung up. I was too stunned. So I quickly ran home. When I opened the door I saw my mom on the couch, holding a bunch of papers. "I have been lying to you, just... here" then she handed me one of the papers she was holding. I kept reading it ore and over again. I just can't believe it. The name that stared back at me said

ASHLYNN MARIE RADKE

I can't believe it. My father, is in the band that I hate more than anything else. Can life get any worse?

And guys! Yes! The guy in the truck is going to be important. So. Remember him!