Because of the content at the beginning of this chapter, this chapter IS Rated T. However, overall this story is Rated K+. Enjoy!
-Flashback, Late October, 1998, Phil's POV-
"I seriously can't believe you're getting that tattoo," My friend Scott said to me, though he liked being called Colt.
"Neither can I," I said, wincing with pain as I was getting one of my first tattoos on my left shoulder. I used my right arm to move my hair back. It was blonde and pretty long, my mom's been begging for me to cut it. MAYBE I'll get it trimmed after this, but it's past midnight, I doubt any hair shops are open at this time.
"And I thought training with Ace for wrestling was painful…" Colt said, trying not to snicker.
"Compared to what Ace puts us through, this is nothing," I said, but this seriously did hurt like hell.
"What a life you boys have," My tattoo artist commented as he was finishing my tattoo. "Night before Halloween and you're getting a tattoo, way to scare the trick-or-treaters away."
"We won't be at our places, we'll be at the gym," Colt said.
"Really?" He commented again, finishing up details of my tattoo. "That's stupid, life's short, enjoy the time you have."
"It' October of '98, we still have like, a year until we need to start worrying about the end of the world," I rolled my eyes, as did my tattoo artist.
"You two boys seem fun," He began. "The Friday Night before Halloween and you two are spending it in a Tattoo Shop…very fun."
"Hey, it's my 20th birthday, sorry for wanting to get a tattoo on it," I rolled my eyes.
"It's you're birthday?" He asked. "Well happy birthday, man."
"You can wish me happy birthday by giving me 20% off my next tat," I said, with a laugh. It was funny because after this, there is no way in hell I'm getting another tattoo.
"Eh, I'll say happy birthday by giving you that tat," He said, getting up as he was finished. I looked at it.
"Damn, you're the only person I know who'd get a tattoo of the Pepsi logo," Colt said, looking at my tattoo as well.
"I swear, this is the last tattoo I'm getting in my life," I sighed, still wincing in pain.
I pulled my wallet out of the back pocket of my jean shorts, adjusted my hair again then starting to pay the man.
"Alright," I began, looking through my wallet. "I think the total comes out to be-"
"YOU STUPID JACKASS!" A female voice SCREAMED from outside. Mine, Colt's and the Tattoo's artist attention quickly turned to the entrance, where we saw a thin, BEAUTIFUL women with long brunette hair, running across the street, her face red and filled with tears.
"Uh-Oh…Someone just got dumped," Colt smirked, looking at her, followed by me.
"Looks like the birthday boy's gonna go pick up the pieces," I said, turning back to Colt real quick and winking. "Finish this up for me," I said, handing him my wallet, then once again fixing my hair.
After I was done, I ran out of the shop and across the street, after the women.
"Hold up!" I yelled after her, causing her to stop and turn around.
"Can I help you or something?" She said, sniffling afterward.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but notice, it's after midnight and you're just wandering around the streets of Chicago, that's not safe," I said.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what's safe?" She questioned me. I just smirked.
"Someone's feisty…" I smirked. She rolled her eyes, walking away, but I just followed after. "YOU KNOW…" I yelled, to grab her attention, which it did. She paused in her tracks, and turned around. "I don't know who that stupid jackass that you were referring to was, but, it was a man, wasn't it?" She just sniffled again.
"Yeah, your point?" She asked.
"Not all guys are stupid jackasses," I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, of course not. Name ONE guy who isn't a total jackass," She said, crossing her arms.
"Me," I said to her.
She wiped away the tears, then smirked at me.
"You have any experience?" She asked me, with a wink.
"Um….yeah!" I said, having no idea what she met by experience.
"Perfect!" The women said, taking my hand, then starting to drag me down the street with her. "I live down the block."
"WHOA" I Said, as we were running down the block together, but she didn't stop. "What's your name!"
"Charlotte Evans!" She shouted, still dragging me, this time down the sidewalk.
"Oh, well, uh, Phil Brooks!" I shouted, as we ran through the entrance of her apartment building, I believe. Then, we went on an elevator.
"It's past midnight, so no one should be up," Charlotte said. Then, she started taking her clothes off and handing them to me.
"WHOA!" I shouted, after she took her top off. "What the hell?"
"Relax! You can get your shirt and shorts off, too, if you want," She said.
"What the hell!" I just asked again. "Why are you taking your clothes off!"
"So that way we can get to my bed faster!" Charlotte said.
"Why are we going to your bed!" I asked.
"To have sex!" She said, causing my to stop breathing for a moment.
"Have sex…?" I asked. "THAT'S how you want to get over that jackass?"
"Sex is the best medicine for everything!" She said. God, she is such a slut, yet an attractive one. "Besides, you said you had experience."
"Oh um…yeah, yeah I do!" I said as the elevator stopped at her floor. She grabbed my hand again and we ran across the hall and she unlocked her door real quick, then ran in.
Truth being said, I'm still a virgin. But hey, first time for everything, right? We ran into her room and got completely naked, then got under the sheets. I didn't know what to do exactly, but I've seen sex scenes in movies, this can't be too hard.
We went on for about…I don't even know how long, but it was EVERYTHING I expected it to be. Then I realized something- I forgot to wear protection. But, this Charlotte chick seems like she's experienced. She's probably on the pill, so no big deal.
-Present day, No POV-
"If only I wore protection…" Phil said, then sighed, reminiscing about his one-night stand with Charlotte, also known as the night Emma was concived.
Phil was still downstairs, figuring out exactly what to do. He just yelled at Emma for her poor school grades and for ditching math class all week. What the hell does he do now?
"She's twelve…maybe ground her for twelve days?" He asked himself. Earlier this week when he got full custody of Emma, this parenting thing seemed easy, now, it's not. Not one bit.
"What if I-" he began, but was taken out of his thoughts by his cell phone ringing. He picked it up and the number was familiar, but he STILL couldn't figure out who it was, but he answered it anyway. "Hello?"
"What the hell did you do to my daughter!" Charlotte yelled over the phone to him. He sighed.
"Well if it isn't my wonderful baby mama," Phil said, with a sly smirk on his face, but then he felt a pain shoot up in his injured left shoulder, so he tried adjusting his sling again, but it didn't help, so he just sighed. "What do you want?"
"Why is Emma calling me in tears asking me to let her move back in with me?" Charlotte asked.
"She's WHAT?" Phil asked, rather shocked.
"She just called me asking to move back in," Charlotte explained, then sighed heavily. "What happened?"
"She's been ditching Math class, so I yelled at her about it, she started getting pissed off and talking back, I sent her to her room…yeah," Phil explained.
"It's your first time disciplining her, you shouldn't have yelled," Charlotte sighed. "You probably scared her. It's only been a week she's been living with you, she doesn't know you that well."
"You seriously think I scared her?" Phil asked.
"Maybe, but if I were you, you gotta fix this, keep her disciplined, but don't let her get scared of you," Charlotte said.
"Alright, thanks for the advice, I guess," Phil said, shrugging his right shoulder.
"Trust me, you need it," Charlotte said to him, before hanging up.
Phil leaned back onto his couch, thinking of what to do. The problem was he couldn't think what to do, so instead, he called up his friend, Colt.
"Hello…." Colt said on the other line, clearly out of breath.
"This a bad time?" Phil asked.
"Nah, I just got done with a run, still catching my breath," Colt said.
"Alright, well, I need help," Phil said.
"With what?" Colt said, starting to catch his breath.
"How the hell do I discipline a child?" Phil asked, with a sigh.
"What happened?" Colt asked, curiously.
"Emma's been ditching 9th period all week," Phil said.
"Oh, that's no big deal," Colt said. "I used to ditch ALL the time"
"Well I think it's a big deal, since I want her to turn out better then you did," Phil said, hearing a gasp from the other side of the phone.
"That comment was un-called for," Colt said.
"ANYWAY," Phil said, trying to get on with what he was originally saying. "We both said some stuff…she got mad, told me she hated me, went to her room, and I just got a call from Charlotte saying Emma called her and wants to move back with her."
"Wow…" Colt said, "You got THAT mad at her?"
"I raised my voice…" Phil sighed. "The worst part was she said she hated me."
"She did?" Colt asked.
"Yep," Phil said. "Like, lots of people hate me and tell me that DAILY, but this…this feels different. Like, when they do it, I really don't care, but this is coming from my own daughter."
"If it helps, lots of daughters grow up hating their dad's as pre-teens and teenagers, she probably doesn't even mean it," Colt said, reassuring his friend.
"Still, it just hurts more than someone else saying they hate me," Phil said, sighing.
"How long has it been since you two last spoke?" Colt asked.
"Um…I think, about, 35 minutes? I don't remember, exactly," Phil said, shrugging his left shoulder.
"I think you've both cooled off, just go upstairs and talk to her before she runs away, WITHOUT YELLING," Colt said to him.
"You really think she would run away?" Phil asked, a little surprised.
"You'd be surprised," Colt said, getting a sigh out of Phil.
"Alright, I'll call you later…maybe, we'll see how things go," Phil said.
"Alright, later man," Colt said.
Phil then hung up on his best friend, then sighed and adjusted his sling. He hated having to wear this. He hated being injured. He just wished he was back on the road with the WWE, wrestling, defending his former WWE championship, he didn't want to have to take a backseat, but nothing he could do about it.
Phil then stood up and started walking upstairs to go and talk to Emma.
-Emma's POV-
"Maybe if I go out the window and jump far enough, I can land into the hot tub in his back yard…" I thought out loud, looking outside my window, but I became startled when I heard a knock at the door. "Ugh…"
I knew it was Phil. I don't even wanna deal with him. I just wanna leave. I regret even wanting to live with him. This was all a mistake, just like I was, right?
I just flopped onto my bed and laid down, covering my face with a pillow. He just continued knocking.
"Can I come in?" Phil asked.
"No," I grumbled through my pillow, yet I heard him open the door and walk in anyway.
"Too bad, my house, I'll do whatever I want," He said, walking in then sitting on the edge of my bed. I just growled. "You know, I'm you're father-"
"Just because you donated your sperm to make me doesn't mean you've done ANYTHING to make you a dad to me," I said furiously, sitting up right after he said that. He just sighed.
"Look, you can't ignore me forever," He said to me.
"I ignored you the first twelve years of my life, didn't I?" I asked him, as he sighed.
"Alright, what's this about?" He asked, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"This whole attitude you got, ditching classes, not doing work, what's been going on?" He asked as I rolled my eyes.
"As if you'd care…" I mumbled, before laying back down, back turned to him.
"I do," He said. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't be here talking to you now."
"If you care you also wouldn't have yelled at me earlier…" I mumbled out again.
"Alright, look," He said. Then, he actually grabbed me and picked me up so I was looking at him. How rude. "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just was mad at what you were doing at school and didn't know how to handle it. I should have been more calmer."
"Yeah, you should have," I said, agreeing.
"Anyway," He began. "You're my daughter, my only daughter. If something's wrong, I wanna know so I can try and help. Now be honest, why are you having trouble in school?"
I just looked at him, then rolled my eyes and looked away, and he just sighed.
"I know you're still getting to know me, but I promise, you can trust me, I promise," He said. I looked back at him and took one hard look at him, he did look pretty convincing.
"I just don't get it…" I shrugged. "I haven't gotten anything she's been teaching us. I've been spending HOURS studying and trying to figure it out, nothing. So, I just stopped trying."
"That's it? You don't get it?" He asked. "Why didn't you ask for help?"
"No one has the patience to deal with me," I shrugged. "I've asked before, they end up getting mad and yelling, it's just not worth it to me…"
"So, you just give up?" He asked me.
"It's not like this is gonna do anything for me in life anyway…" I mumbled, shrugging again.
"It's gonna get you that diploma," Phil said to me.
"It's called a GED," I responded back.
"You need to pass math on your GED, though," He said, as I sighed. "Look, I DO have a temper, but…maybe…you know…I could help you out, you know, if you want."
I just looked at him again for a hard moment, before he started talking again.
"Okay, look," He began again, then sighed. "I'm sorry I yelled, I really am, we're both new to this, it's just gonna be hard for a while, but we'll get through it and get back to normal."
"But you aren't normal, I've seen videos of you online," I said, getting a quick little snicker out of him. "Seriously, I don't even know what normal is anymore."
"Neither do I, kid," Phil said to me, as I frowned.
"I'm not a kid…" I grumbled out.
"Only kids say that," Phil said, I just rolled my eyes.
"Can you make dinner?" I asked him. He looked like he was about to say something, then changed his mind.
"Actually, how about we go out to eat?" He asked.
"Really!" I asked, with a smile on my face.
"Yep! Any place you want!" Phil said to me, as we got up.
"Wait, why?" I asked. "I just got caught ditching school and not doing my work and you're rewarding me with dinner?"
"It's the least I can do," He said as we started jogging downstairs. Then when we did, he handed me my jacket. "Since other than school, you won't be going out of this house for the next week."
I froze as he smirked, grabbing his car keys, then I sighed. I KNEW there was a catch…
"You know I love you, though," Phil said, opening the door.
"Yeah yeah, I know," I said, rolling my eyes and walking out of the house.