I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 25: Mama

○But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun○

"Frank, I want her back." I sighed.

"Y'know, she probably won't want to come back." He explained like the most casual thing ever.

"Well, then, I at least want to see my daughter!" I explained slightly hissing as I held a stern, cold voice.

"There's a few people who might know where she's gone." He continued with a plain tone of which I gave him a pair of hopeful eyes.

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Frank stopped the car, pulling in slightly on the edge of the curb and put the car into park before pointing over at the house we were infront of and began explaining why we were there.

"If anyone knows where she's gone, it'll be the Romeo in there." He smiled lightly I'm guessing at his own comment because there was nothing here or in this situation to be smiling about.

"Romeo? What Romeo? What the heck does that mean Frank?" I asked progressively getting p*ssed.

"Gerard, she's 16. Just because you've stopped living life like a normal human, doesn't mean she did too." He explained tilting his head in a way that said I should've known exactly what she meant. "I hear meeting the parents is a big step in the relationship." He smirked winking sarcastically at me.

"For f*ck sake - move dwarf a**!" I sighed opening the car door and strutting down the driveway, the sounds of a muttering man following close behind.

I stopped at the door and waited a milesecond for Frank's baby legs to catch up to the pace of a normal grown man, letting him lean infront to ring the door bell. The door was opened to a woman looking in her late 40s, greying hair pinned back and skin begging to sag forming the starts of a few wrinkles. Her thin lips curled to an obvious forced smile as she greeted us, Frank speaking up first.

"Hi, I'm Frank - Bandit's uncle. Is your son in?" He smiled sweetly.

She looked hesitant before answering, "Oh what has the boy done now? ASHER! IT'S FRANK, HE WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU!" she yelled down the corridor moving out of view when footsteps came running down the stairs and into the hallway. He was a tall guy with a mop of dark brown, long hair that sort of swooped over his forehead and a tiny bit over his left eye. He wore a Blink -182 tanktop and a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped in pretty much every which way. He had a pair of metal loops in the corner of his bottom loop and another on his nose like Frank's. It looked as if he had a little stubble but it sat short on the underneath of his chin, where the arch to his neck sunk high. His mother walked off leaving the three of us at the doorstep to talk.

He took one look at me and shot a hateful glare to which Frank interrupted to my delight.

"You have any idea where she ran to?" He sighed.

"No. She wouldn't tell me where the f*ck she was going Frank. If she did, don't you think I'd be on the first ride there?" He spat sounding just as p*ssed as the rest of us. "What's he doing here?" He seethed again fixating on Frank but making it obvious he was talking about me.

"I want my daughter back." I explained as calmly as I could.

"Oh and it took you how long to decide on that? Tell me Gerard, did you ever once realise what was going on? Did it ever occur to you to full fill your role as a parent? -" he spoke again with more anger swimming through each word.

But I cut him off so la de da!

"Shut the f*ck up before I make you! Why'd she ever go out with a scumbag like you!" I hissed earning a glare from Frank before he abruptly shoved the kid's punch away from my face.

"How did she end up with a dad like you?" He grinned evil-y.

"I didn't come to watch a cat fight go down. Did she tell anyone where she was going?" Frank sighed.

"No. I don't even think she was quite sure herself." He admitted.

"Well that's just f*cking Fabulous isn't it? F*cking wonderful!" I yelled.

"Gerard, we're going to find her. She might not want to come back but we will find her and we will talk to her. You are going to fix this." Frank promised turning side on to properly face me.

"I'm coming. I want my Bee back and I'm not just sitting here waiting for someone else to even come close. I'm going with you!" He persisted.

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{Bandit's P.O.V -last night}
"Hi. 1 child ticket to California please." I mumbled to the girl sat behind a glass panel and clear desk, tapping rhythms on the edge. She sighed and began clicking away away her computer.

"That'll be $166 ma'am." She said plainly.

"Seriously?" I asked a little louder way too shocked

"It's a two day journey ma'am." She answered chewing a piece of gum round her mouth slowly.

I sighed and handed the wad of cash reluctantly over to the woman. I was so going to need a job after this. She took it from me and exchanged it for a ticket. I had like 45 minutes to kill before the train came so I just put my headphones in and began listening to the works of Electric Century, Flyleaf and Blink 182 forcing me to reminisce for every time Ash and I pulled our headphones out and shared them, letting the voice of Mark Hoppus fill the both of us as Ash wrapped an arm around my waist where ever we were. I just wanted him here, his shoulder beneath my head and his arm tight around my waist making me feel safe and cared for. I missed him but I had to go alone. If it's just me, It'll be easier to weasel my way in for a couple nights but then I'll leave and call him to come over here. It won't be too long, at least, I hope.

((3rd PERSONS POV))
Gerard, Frank and Asher drove around Belleville for the next two days asking if anyone had seen her or heard from her. When no one had anything to tell them, they made plans to start searching through the state in three days time.
Meanwhile Bandit had gotten to California and took up refuge on the streets for the nights, spending her days searching for that one blonde, bearded man and his gut full of revenge and hate.

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Sorry it's a short one but meh, deal with it.