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Homecoming

I left you, I meant to

It’s been 10 days 3 hours and 20 minutes since my dad convinced me to go back to his house with him. We get into a fight every single time we try to have a conversation with each other and I still cannot look the bastard in the eyes; the look he gives me is pity and I despise that look. I do not need that look, especially from my parents. Things happen in life that you cannot change so why dwell on it. He is the one that left and chose to lose contact; my mother is the one that chose a child abuser over her child.

Daniella and I still hate each other, she is just a useless gold digger in my opinion. I mean it takes one to know one when it comes to accusations about his money! It has also been 6 days and 2 hours since he made me quit my job. I think he just likes all the control in our relationship which makes me want to bitch slap him even more. Can’t you tell I am so happy I moved back to Baltimore and into this hell hole. I think I went from one useless adult’s house to another. I mean I make all of my own food, do my own laundry, get myself off to school every morning just to name a few things. Did I mention I also do these things for Daniella’s boys too? I guess the plus side to that is they do not judge me AND we all get along great.

“Kennadee Jade Gaskarth, get your ass down here!” I hear my father yell to me. Great now I am going to get scolded for something I most likely did not do.

“Yes your heiness,” I replied while rolling my eyes.

“Excuse me young lady?!”

“Ugh, nothing dad. What did you need this time?” again while rolling my eyes.

“Why is there a dent in my car?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Ask your wife, I haven’t driven it.”

“I did ask her, she told me it was you.”

“And again you believe her over me; glad to know where we stand Alex.”

“Yes I believe her, if you remember correctly she is my wife and you are my teenage daughter.”

“I KNOW!!! BUT IF YOU REMEMBER CORRECTLY, I AM BLOOD, SHE IS JUST YOUR WHORE!” This is when it began to get pretty heated. I guess you can say we are both hot heads sometimes.

“SHE IS NOT A WHORE KENNADEE! YOU ARE JUST A SELFISH SPOILED BRAT!”

“Are you drunk? Have you seen the way she dresses?” I begin to tear up as I ask this. “I am pretty sure only prostitutes dress like that.”

“No, just because she dresses that way does not mean she is a whore Kennadee.”

“If you think I am such a brat why do you allow me to stay here?”

“GET OUT THEN!”

“Excuse me? You’re going to really kick me out right now dad?”

“Yes, you are accusing us of things that are not true!”

“I HATE YOU ALEXANDER WILLIAM GASKARTH! I HOPE YOU BURN IN ...”

“Daddy Alex?” shit the boys are home from school. Lyle stops in his tracks when he sees my tear stained face. “What did you do to Kenna? Why is she sad again?” he begins to pound on Alex’s chest.

“See what you’ve done? Thanks to you he will no longer have a big sister. Here you can have this back now,” I say giving him my ring, “I don’t want nor need it anymore,”I give him one last look before I walk out the door. This time with an extra pair of clothes and enough money for a train ride to anywhere but here; at least until I calm myself down enough to know what to do next. I only have a year left of school and then I can get my life back on track.


She left; she left and I don’t think she is coming back this time. How can I be such a fucking idiot. Now Lyle and Dillon hate me too because I pushed her away. But I had to in order to save my relationship with Daniella. Daniella is my world now and I have to believe her when she tells me things in order to not be a bachelor so soon again. What else was I supposed to do. My mother is going to kill me when she finds out I allowed my 16 year old daughter to leave my sight again.

“Is she gone?” I hear Dani ask from afar.

“Yes, she’s gone,” I reply with my head in my hands.

“Thank god! I can’t stand that girl, she is such a little bitch!”

“Excuse me? I just pushed MY DAUGHTER out of my life and you have the guts to call her a little bitch?”

“I’m sorry baby, I just know how much she stresses you out is all.”

“Just leave me alone for a bit so I can think, okay?”


“Thank you. Keep the change.”

Well here I am at Isobel and Peter’s house. I have a feeling things will not go over so well once she sees my face. I never meant to get him in trouble but I don’t know what else to do. I need to prove everybody wrong by staying in one place for longer than a week. I know I am beginning to sound annoying but I am me and I don’t know how else to act. I walk up to the door slowly and knock on it loudly.

I hear, “Peter get the door please my hands are dirty,” as he is trudging towards the door.

“Yes?”

“Hi papa!”

“Kenna! Honey Kenna is here!”

“Come on in sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

“What’s happening?”

That is when I begin to break down and I tell them everything that has happened in the last week. I look over at Isobel who looks livid with my dad so I begin to say, “nana please don’t be mad. I blame Dani!”

“No your father is going to hear a piece of my mind. You do not kick your child out of your house because of an accusation!” she replies as she stomps into the kitchen to call him. This is not a good sign.

Notes

I'm sorry it took FOREVER for me to update! I really don't have an excuse. This chapter did not turn out exactly how I wanted it BUT I redid it like 10 times so it will do!

Comments

Loving this story so much! <3
Uh-oh...
ChelseaZM ChelseaZM
4/27/13
oh shit
samlovesmusic samlovesmusic
4/24/13
I'm so glad Alex dumped his wife but if theres going to be a fight between him and Kennadee then I'll be excited!
@mkelly
I've always enjoyed fanfictions that have a dad in a band so I'm hooked no matter where you bring this story, bipolar or not bipolar.