You're Freddie's daughter, and he loves you dearly.
Your other father is Jim Hutton.
You're 16 years of age, but you have a secret
How are you going to tell them?
Tbh it's supposed to take place in the 80's but since I don't know how technology wor...
My alarm goes off. Ugh nooooo I think at first, but then I look at the date. Oh my god! It's the last day of school! Finally I'll get to be with my dads all summer long. oh how I've missed playing piano for these past few weeks. I was studying for my exam week and my dad was standing above me with a spray bottle, you know, what a sane person would use on their cats and not on their own fucking daughter. It was exhausting, really. I just wanted to get back to my music and sing all of my troubles off, but no, I needed to 'spend my time responsibly' ugh. So annoying.
My dad walked into my room. "Hey baby" he opened the curtains and I squirmed. He kissed my head. "Hey, this is your last day! Tomorrow you're gonna pack a little for Paris, relax with us... maybe we'll write another song together?" I smiled "I would like that." "That's the spirit darling." He leaned in to whisper in my ear "your dad made pancakes" I smiled. "Look I know you're not looking forward to school... do you want to wear my jacket?" I nodded. He ripped the blankets off of me "Now get up."
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When I got downstairs I smiled at my dads "good morning." They smiled back at me. Jim came over to me, "If you're not okay you call me, right?" I nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry that girl would do this to you." "Yeah Jim, I agree. She's a total bitch! What exactly did she say again?" I smiled bitterly. "That I was sleeping with the principal and that's why I got such high grades, and that I have pubic lice." He shook his head. "Are you sure you don't want us to bring this up to the principal?" I laughed. "How would that conversation go? 'Hey, someone's been spreading rumors you're sleeping with my daughter and we need you to stop them oh and also people now think you have pubic lice' yeah... no" I laughed bitterly "look honey, whatever they may say, they only say out of sheer jealousy. Now go and have a great day, keep your chin up high and make them sorry." "Don't beat them up though" Jim quickly jumped in "No. Use your words and your actions." "Okay... I think I can do this." "Here, take my notebook, if any ideas pop into your head, write them down, then we can write them out together."
As I stepped on the bus I felt something wet hit me. I heard some asshole with a water bottle say something along the lines off "sorry, must've felt better when principal Frank did it." I get a cloth from my backpack and I dry my face. Head held high, head held high, it's going to be okay, just find a seat, and you can listen to dad. I sat down at an empty seat and put in my earbuds. Ugh thank lord for these things. I'd totally lose my mind without music. I put on the special recording of que sera that I'd secretly made of my dad and I listened to his voice.
I texted him. "Please come talk to me... feeling kinda lonely" Within seconds he replied. "How's it going?" "Someone just used their water bottle as a fake penis and threw the water on me to represent the sperm so I guess you could say things, in theory, could be better." "They all seek attention darling, don't let it get to you." I smiled seeing that text. Maybe I'd be okay.
The rest of the school day was a snooze. Nobody really confronted me anymore, they just whispered. In my lunch break Jim came to bring me my lunch which I'd 'forgotten' at home. To be honest I just wanted a hug. I grabbed my lunch and gave him the hug I'd so much wanted. Suddenly I heard someone scream. "KEEP YOUR DAUGHTER IN LINE FAG!" My dad whispered "Jealousy remember? Keep your head held high, he just wants people to laugh at him. Two more hours baby."
After finally being done with the two hours of whispers I ran to my dad (F) as quick as I could and jumped into his arms. "Your daddy told me what happened at lunch... wanna talk about it?" I shook my head no. "I just don't want you to feel like your parents are gross are something..." I saw tears fill his eyes. "Gross? Dad your love is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You almost cry every time he kisses you, dad's always loved the way you sing, and you always sing for him when he has a bad day. Dad you guys are adorable. I don't think you're gross! They're gross!" "Good, it means a lot to me." "I can't wait to play the piano again once we get home!" "Yeah, me neither." He kissed my head.
