2005
Pete's POV
I watched Tara run around she looked so cute it made me kinda wanna cry. She was beautiful. She had gotten her mother's green hazel eyes. Her skin was slightly pale. She had my dark hair. She was perfect. I wish Erica had been here to see how beautiful her daughter had turned out. She was beautiful. My band loved her. We were actually doing really well at the moment. I should be happy, why am I not happy? What's so wrong with me? I can't get those questions out of my head lately. I see Patrick pushing her on the swing. The guys have been amazing, they practically are her other three fathers.
"DADA!" She squeels happily running over to me. I smile.
"Hey girly!" I smile. Why am I so sad?
"Daddy, why are you so sad?" She asks.
"I'm not sad." I say, she looks confused but gives me a hug.
"I love you Dada." She says. I hug her back.
"I love you too." I say. She goes I back to Patrick. I turn to Andy.
"Hey, I'm gonna go out for a bit can you watch her?" I ask him. Hey smiles.
"Course I can see you later." He says.
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I sat there is the Best Buy parking lot. I was so overwhelmed. Too much. Too fast.
"Ya know? You're a shitty father, I'm glad I left you. I can't believe I actually carried your child and died because of you. It's kinda your fault I'm dead. Just go kill yourself." She says, Eric. It has to be. But she's dead. But she has a point. I'm pretty worthless. I look at the pill box in my hand. I slowly uncap it. I pour half its contense into my hand. Weak, pathetic. Too weak to even kill myself. I thought. I swallowed the pills in my hand, and then the rest of the bottle. After a while things became blurry. My phone rang.
"Hellooooo?" I slurred.
"Hey Pete it's me." our manager said.
"Whassgoinonnn?" I could barely speak.
"Pete, why are you slurring? Are you drunk? Where are you?" He asked. I explained barely able to speak through sobbing. He panicked. Next thing my mom callled me. She said an ambulance was on the way. I felt so tired, I wanted to sleep.
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Tara's POV
I was playing when the phone rang. Uncle Andy picked it up while Uncle Patrick tickled me.
"Uncle Joeeeee make him stop!!!" I laughed. Uncle Joe smiled. Uncle Andy was crying now. I was confused. Uncle Joe went over. Uncle Andy whispered in his ear. He started crying too. I didn't understand what had happened? Finally Uncle Patrick heard. He looked like he had died. I tugged on his sleve.
"Wha's wrong?" I asked.
"We are gonna go visit Daddy." He said.
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One Maniac at a Time
FanfictionPete's girlfriend died in childbirth leaving him with a beautify baby girl, Tara. As she grows up she slowly becomes her own person but can she escape her father's shadow even if he never meant to cast it. *Slight trigger warning for future chapte...
