I Have A Kid?! An Ashley Purdy Fanfiction COMPLETED

Chapter 30

I woke up in a hospital bed. Again. My head was throbbing. And a doctor walked in.

"Mr. Purdy, glad to see you awake."

"What's going on? Why am I back?"

"You've had some brain damage from your concussion that went undetected, then from I'm told, your girlfriend hit you over the head with a frying pan."

"It was a cast iron skillet to be exact. Fuck my head..."

"I'll get the nurse to give you something for the pain. You did also experience some temporary amnesia."

That's new. "Really? How bad?"

"The police told me that you thought it was 1987, Roland Reagan was the president, and that you were on tour with a band that no longer exists."

"Jesus Christ." I looked around to find the room almost empty except for the doctor.

"Why aren't my kids here?"

"About that, I was told by your daughter and I quote, "When he wakes up tell him I hate his guts." She used some.. Not so friendly words I'd rather not repeat."

"What'd I say? It couldn't have been that bad."

"She wrote a note. I haven't read it since I thought it would violate privacy laws." He handed the note to me and I started to read it.

Ashley,

I'd call you dad, but you seem to think I'm not your daughter. I don't give a flying Fuck what the doctor says. What you said opened my eyes. When you get home, I won't be there. Good luck with Danielle and her kids. Don't call. I blocked you on my phone.

Starr

She's cutting me out? What the fuck did I say?!
I'm so fucking confused! I call James to find out exactly what happened.

"Hey dad. How's the noggin?"

"Where's your sister?"

"She moved out. Took furniture and everything. She was really pissed."

"What exactly did I say?"

"That you weren't her father and demanded to see uncle Andy."

"Andy? That two faced dick? She couldn't have thought that was true. Right?"

"She wouldn't have moved out if she didn't. You really hurt her."

"I wasn't myself. You know I love her. Do you have her number?"

"Yeah. She changed it. I'll send it to you."

Then he hung up. She thinks I'm not her father. But I am. She's literally a spitting image of me. She has all my facial features. And my eyes. Does she think I don't love her anymore? I called the number James sent me praying she answers.

"Hello?"

"Starr it's-"

She hung up on me before I got two words out. I called her again. I'm not giving up.

"How did you get this number?"

"James. But Starr list-"