From The Coffee Shop To Here

Emma's POV
I kneel down and grab the phone.
"Sorry about that," I whisper.
"It's fine ma'am. Now you're step father died in a car accident it seems like on the way to New Jersey. Do you know why he might have tried to go there?" I choke up a little.
"I-I'm staying here with my boyfriend. It's where we used to live before we moved to Chicago. " I let the tears silently fall down my cheek.
"Okay. Thank you for your time. He died at 12:34 am ten miles out of jersey. "
"Thank you," I hang up and sit on the floor and cry. I knew that man all my life and I thought he was my real father. I'm not mad at him, no. I'm not mad at anyone but my real father. It's the thought of not knowing living for all of your life that's the problem. I hear footsteps and I curl up even more.
"Babe what's the matter. " frank says and sits on the floor with me. He rubs his eyes and yawns. He sees that I'm crying and he wraps his arms around me. I start to cry loudly.
"He's not my father! He died!" I say between sobs. I cry on his chest making his bare chest soaking wet.
"Don't cry honey. " he says and strokes my hair. My crying stops after a while. I sniff and wipe my eyes.
"I got a phone call from the police. " I take a deep breath. "He said my step father died and I told him I don't have a step father. He said that I do and my real biological father is Billie Joe Armstrong. " a tear falls and frank wipes it. "I didn't even know I had a step father. I knew that man all my life. He said that he died in a car accident on the way here. " I cry a little more. Frank takes it all in. He hugs me and I hug back. I let go and stare at my phone. It says 1 unread message. I click and read.

From: daddy
Honey I know you wanted to tour with your friend. I'm worried about you. You haven't called for weeks. I'm on my way to New Jersey hoping you'll be there. I love you. I know you were pretty mad. Now young lady you are always on a rush to grow up and have an adventure aren't you? Ha! Cutie I remember you were like that once you could think on your own. Remember that daddy will always love his little cupcake! ~dad

I gasp and choke on my sob.
"Oh Frank," I say and cry. He wraps his arms around me and he lets me cry.
"I know,I know. " he whispers in a soothing voice. He carries me to bed and tucks me in the covers. He lays next to me and wraps his arms around me. "Let's get some sleep. " he whispers in my ear. I fall back to sleep.

-next day-

I wake up and then the memories of yesterday comes back. I frown. Billie Joe. That sounds familiar. I just remember that my dad well "step father" had a different last name than me. I never thought anything of it. I sit up and yawn. I sniff a little.
"Morning. " Frank says and sits up and wraps his arms around me. I kiss him. He smiles. "Feeling better hun?" I nod and smile. He moves a strand of hair from my face. "It's okay. Maybe if you want we can have a funeral for him. "
"Yeah. That'll be nice. " I whisper.
"Okay. " he kisses my cheek. He scoops me up and carries me to the living room and we sit together on the couch.
"I was thinking maybe we can have just a lazy day. " I nod and smile. He runs back to the bedroom and grabs DVDs and blankets. He flips through each DVD. "Wanna watch Bullet in the Bible?"
"Yeah I love Green Day!" He puts the DVD in the tv and he sits back down and cuddles with me. [a/n okay just pretend that bullet in the bible starts off like this okay?] Frank presses play and he throws the remote on the floor.
"Hi I'm Billie Joe and I'm the lead singer of Green Day. " I gasp. I look at him. I quickly pull the remote and press pause. Yup that's it. That's why it sounded so familiar. God I'm such an idiot! I see below his face is a caption saying 'Billie Joe Armstrong - singer'.
"Babe what's wrong?" Frank asks in a concern voice.
"B-Billie is my biological father. " frank chuckles. He then realizes that Im being serious.
"Oh my fuck. I don't know if I should be happy for you or what. " I stand up.
"I'm so fucking happy that I'm the daughter of the lead singer in Green Day yet pissed that he wouldn't go out and find me!" I say. I rub my head. Then I think of something. "That's it!" Frank raises an eyebrow. "Can you take me back to my old house here?" I ask.
"The one on Kaht road?" I nod. "Y-yeah let's go now. " he grabs his keys and we drive out. Yes in our pajamas. We rush over there and once we get there I jump out. I rip off my necklace which has the key and I unlock the door. We still own the house. My stepdad paid for it so I can visit jersey sometime. I run to my parents room. I remember what my stepdad said~"if anything happens look in the box on top of our dresser" I nod and snatch the box from the top. Frank walks in behind me. I take off the top carefully. I gasp.

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