Alive

Chapter 2

JakeRott: Fittings

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People assumed that I would be a good kid when I first came onto the scene due to my innocent appearance but I have always been a troublemaker. They were all in for a shock when I started cussing MTV out mid-performance at the VMAs after they tried to not pay me for my time. It was a whole thing that blew up especially when I started destroying the set when security stormed the stage.

I left with a bloody nose but my name was on everybody's lips and I became an overnight sensation. The critics assumed that my fame would die down shortly after but my bad boy image only grew and I soon became the best selling artist of the year.

I have been arrested fifteen times during the course of my music career which made my label want to drop me but they can't because I make them the most money. My career would not suffer if I didn't have the label as money is not an issue and I have a very loyal fanbase who always have my back.

"I'm happy to see you looking healthy." My dad pats my shoulder before letting out a deep sigh. "Fuck man."

"Fuck." I repeat while nodding my head. "It was rough."

"The whole thing had me starting therapy." My eyes widen in surprise as my dad reaches for his orange juice. "Your whole situation had me reflecting on my life and parenting skills so I had to throw in the towel. I was aware of your drug use because I was obviously doing the same shit but to see those images at court... I have no words."

I say nothing while rubbing my chin.

"Yo-" My dad clears his throat while straightening up in his seat. "I screwed up as a father."

"Dad."

He holds his hand up to silence me, "I really screwed up as a father and I did not parent you in the way that I should have."

My father has always been a wild child so he helped me experience a lot of my firsts so we could have that moment together. His lifestyle had me idolising him so whenever people would question whether I had a dad in my life, I would proudly point to the man standing besides me.

He would lend me his car so I never had to sneakily take it out for rides to wherever I was going. Money for condoms and hotels were given to me whenever I was seeing someone new and he would even let me use our vacation for wild weekend parties.