It had been 4 years of being a parent and being a parent was the best thing in my life. Bandit could talk, go to the bathroom herself, (Thank God) walk, and eat. She was 4 almost 5 it being April. I was a stay at home Dad for the most part now; ever since March of 2013. Looking back at my past was hard, and although it was supposed to make you stronger, I still felt a deep depression on my insides. Of course that was the time my band broke up. Moving on was harder but, looking back at it still, I realize I haven't fully moved on. It's like a bad relationship; expect this relationship for me lasted 12 years.

I try not to think of those things but, as I go to bed they haunt my dreams. The 2 things that help me from the sadness are the 2 best things in the world to me. The girl I love, Lindsey and the girl I made and love, Bandit. I got up early every morning. I used to not have to but, since Lyn's went on tour I had to be the one to take Bandit to school until she got back. It's now just a habit to wake up early and it feels great to me to get a coffee, and look at the morning sun come out.

At 7 o' clock every morning was when I had to get my baby girl up. Bandit defiantly loved sleeping. It'd take her a little bit to get out of her sleepy trance. I walked up the stairs to her bedroom, as it was a Monday and she needed to be up. I tipped toed to her bed and put my hand on her shoulder. She was sleeping in a ball, with the covers all around her. Her hands were under her face, with her hair dangling down chin.

"Bandit it's time to get up!"

She lifted her eyes up a bit and closed them back, turning over not believing it was a Monday. "Baby girl, it's time to get up." Bandit brushed her hair out of her face and slowly got up.

"Good Morning!" I said with a smile and kissed her warm cheek from where her hands had laid on it. I waited for her to get out of bed and when she finally did we both went downstairs. "Morning, Daddy." I heard from behind me. She always said that me when she was out of the trance of sleep. Bandit was in kindergarten. She was only 4 and at that she was one of the youngest in her class. I sat down at the kitchen table and soon after my baby girl is next to me, eating a Poptart for breakfast.

"You okay, sunshine?"

She started talking with her mouth full of Poptart "I'm okay! Are you Daddy?" Her eyes were wide now and seemed like she was full of spirit as she always was.

"I'm fine, darling."

The chair next to me moved and tiny footsteps going up the stairs only to realize she was off to her room, getting dressed probably. After about 30 minutes Bandit came running down the stairs with her backpack on. "I'm ready!" She shouted at me, excited to go to school.

We got outside to the car quick. I picked her up and put her in her car seat; she hated the car seat. "When can I sit in the front?"

"You will be able to when you're much older, B. I'm sorry." She wined and groaned a little after. "I don't want to be in the car seat anymore!"

"I'm sorry, B. Rules are rules."

We finally got to the school and she got out of her car seat fast. "Bandit!" I yelled quickly out the window. "Yes Daddy?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." She smiled and walked in the door, to the school.

I lay back on the couch in our den after dropping Bandit off. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back into the cushion. 'Wonder what Mikey's doing?' I thought the back of my head. Mikey had gone off the deep end, a little before the band broke up. He cheated on Alicia, his wife; well now ex wife, with a girl; a young girl at that. She was 18 when they met and well Mikey was in his thirties. He got back into old habits and even got a lip ring. I haven't got to talk to him in months. Every time I'd call the guy he'd not answer…almost like he didn't like me. Probably just a normal day for him, like it was for me, or so I thought.

Ring…Ring…Ring. It was the telephone and that was odd for my house. It'd have to be spam for them to call the house phone. Lyn's or any family member would just call my cell phone. "Hello?" I asked, hoping a spam would come on and not waste my time. "Hi, is this Mr. Way?" It was a woman talking. I knew that I knew the ladies voice but, where was it from? "Yes, may ask who this is?"

"Mrs. Bass, your daughter's teacher." As soon as I heard the name I knew who she was. She didn't need to explain, although she did. After a few seconds, I answered her "Ah, yes, Mrs. Bass." I heard a little giggle in the background and then more talking.

"I'm calling about your daughter" and I cut her off. "What about her? Did she do something bad? Is she hurt?"

"No sir, she didn't do anything bad per say, she isn't hurt per say either." Wiggling my nose in confusion I asked my question again. "What happened?" She sighed. "She had an accident." She went on quickly before I could question or comment. "But it is not her fault entirely. I was talking to another teacher while Bandit was behind me. Bandit yelling 'Mrs. Bass' over and over again and I told her to wait a minute, that I was talking to a teacher. So, she stopped yelling my name and I got a little into the convocation." She paused for a second to get her words straight and went on. "She called my name one more time and I showed her with my finger to wait. About a minute later…well, her jeans were darker and she was standing in a puddle."

I shook my head through the phone, although she couldn't see it. I was quite pissed off. Her teacher was a dumbass for thinking a 4 year old was going to wait. She can't hold it for so long. "Ma'am, may I pick her up?" I asked. "Sure, but you'll have to come to her. Check her out and come to my room, she is in the bathroom crying, and I can't get her out."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." I said hanging up. The school wasn't far away from our home and I didn't have to do much. All I had to do was go to the school. So, I did.

Hopping into my black beetle and driving off quick. It took about 5 minutes to get there and I went straight in and checked her out. After that walking down the hallway, getting looks at because of my red dyed hair. I found Bandit's room, with Mrs. Bass in it smiling at me. She cocked her head to the side showing me where she was.

"Bandit, its Daddy." I said after knocking on the door. All I was hearing was tiny crying noises from my daughter. "Come out B, it's only me." I heard tiny little steps going to the door. She cracked it, being smart and not fooling for a trap. Crying and probably feeling disgusting, she only wanted her family; most of all her Daddy. I picked my crying child up, not caring about her bottom being wet. She kept crying into my shoulder as I was walking back to the car.

She was trying to talk through her tears, but she was very hard to understand. "I'm-Sorry-Daddy" she told me. I patted her back and kissed her cheek. "It's okay B, I know what happened and it's not your fault." Wiping her tears on her face, I put her in her car seat, bucketed her up tight and I was off to our home.

Once we got home and were in the house she stopped crying and held onto me. "You have to take a bath, baby girl." She wasn't one for loving baths, but she wasn't going to go all day sitting in her own waste. "I don't wanna take a bath, Daddy." She said in a wine.

"Baby girl, you got to." Walking up the stairs already she had no choice in it. I got to her little bathroom and turned the tub on. Bandit refusing to take a bath as most nights, she was still in my arms so it was easy to just take her shirt off. Usually Lindsey would be the one to give her a bath, but with her being on tour, I had to do it. She was my daughter so there was nothing wrong with it. Well, she was my daughter and she was 4. If was a lot older it'd be really wrong.

I took her wet pants off along with her underwear, socks, and shoes; placing her in the tub. "Is it warm enough?" She nodded. I grabbed a cup and pour water on her head to get her hair wet. "I don't like this part." I smirked at her and she looked at me like she was saying 'that's not funny.' I went ahead and shampooed her hair; I was going to do that, that night anyway. After pouring more water on her head to get the shampoo out I handed her the soap, because she hated me doing it. "Did I get it all?" Bandit asked me. "No." I replied. In confusion she asked "Where'd I miss?"

"You missed right here." I said kissing her cheek, smiling. She giggled and splashed me with water, giving me a face. "No, you missed a spot, Daddy!" I laughed. "Where's that?"

"It's right here!" She said kissing me on the cheek and splashing me again. We both laughed and she got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around her and walked with her to her room. She got her PJ's on like usual, which I was fine with. It wasn't like we were going anywhere. I let her stay in her room for a bit while I got to my room. Figuring I needed to call Lindsey I picked my cell phone up. "Hello?" I hear in my ear. "Hey Baby! How are you?"

"I'm fine, honey. Touring is tough work though, but a ton of fun. You know that. Anyway, what are you doing?" She didn't want to mention my band, it made me rather sad. So she asked me a question. "Oh, B and I are just chilling at home."

"What? Why is Bandit at home, Gerard?" I sighed. "Bandit had an accident at school, but it wasn't her fault."

"Gerard, how is that not her fault?" She asked in a mad confusion. "She was asking the teacher and the teacher was talking to another and she wet herself there."

"Oh, my poor baby girl. Can I talk to her?" I looked around and walked to her room where I saw little Bandit. "Sure." Putting my hand over the phone I said "Bandit, here's the phone. It's Mommy." Bandit almost ran into me getting the phone from me and yelling "Mommy!"

Looking down at my baby girl talking to her Mother had me smile but as soon as I saw her eyes turn that red tint, I knew this was going to be a long 3 weeks.