From The Coffee Shop To Here

Emma's POV

I throw my shoes by our bed. I sigh deeply and put my head in my hands. This is like teenage drama, geez. Frank sits beside me and puts an arm around my waist.

"Long night?" He asks. I nod slowly. He chuckles lightly. He tucks himself under the covers. "Come on let's sleep. " he says.

"Yeah," I whisper. I go under the covers with him. I kiss him softly on his lips and he kisses back. He wraps his arms around me. "Goodnight. "

"Night babe," he says. He breathing soon got in a slow pace so I know he's sleeping. I stare up at the ceiling. Thoughts swarm my head. I thought Mikey 'loved' Alicia unless they maybe broke up. Maybe Mikey feels lonely if that happened. But still that was wrong of him to kiss me because he knows that frank and I are dating. I bite my lip. I wouldn't leave frank for Mikey maybe I should just find him someone else. Yeah, I think that'll be good. It just might work.

My mind wonders over to Alexander. I completely forgot about him. He's still touring with us. I frown. I don't know if I should tell anybody about well... The incident of when he almost raped me. I shudder. Just the thought. It's not like it's getting to the point where he is hitting me or harming. Besides I don't think he would try that again..would he? I try to go to sleep. My eyes are heavy and begin to close. I fall into deep sleep. Swirls of black everywhere. I feel peaceful for once. I begin to hear ringing. A faint ring. It drags me out of my sleep. I open my eyes. I'm in our room. It's still night. I hear the ringing. It's a phone. I swing my legs to the side of the bed and stand up. Frank stirs a little. I walk quietly to the source of the ringing. I hear it coming from the laundry. I dig around and find it. I answer it.

"Hello?" I whisper.

"Hello is this Emma Armstrong. "

"yes?" I answer.

"Im so sorry but your step father died. " step father?

"I don't have a step father. " I say. My mom died when I was around 16 it was sad but I know I don't have a step father.

"Yes you do ma'am. Your real father on your birth certificate says that your real father is Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm sorry ma'am. " I drop my phone and sit down slowly. "Ma'am?" I hear calling out on the phone.

"This can't be happening. " I whisper.


okay so Billie is 45 now just play along.

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