Wait...Bam Margera is my Father?!

“I thought that you would have grown up around skateboarding,” he said.

“I grew up in the ghetto around drugs. My parents were drug dealers,” I said.

“I thought Bam and Missy are your parents,” he said.

“I mean my real mom and step dad. Bam is my real dad and Missy is my step-mom,” I said.

“How did you come to live with Bam and Missy?” he asked.

“My parents were killed. They had double crossed somebody. They sent a hit man and he killed them and my fiancé right in front of my eyes,” I told him.

“Damn, so how do you like it here with them?” he asked.

“It’s pretty awesome, but can we stop with the twenty questions. You know what I really want to go swimming. Let’s go back to the castle and I can show you my many animals,” I said.

“I don’t have any thing to swim in,” Riley said.

“Neither do I, which is why we are going to go back to town and go shopping at the mall,” I said.

“Do you have money cause I don’t,” he said.

I pulled out Bam’s credit card that I had taken. What can I say? If you live on the streets, you gotta know how to make money easily.

“So now you’re a pick pocket?” he asked.

“You would be amazed at the many arts I know,” I said whilst smirking.

“Which is why I would like to get to know you a lot more,” he said as he placed his hand on my knee.

I slammed on the breaks causing Riley to be slammed back in the seat.

“Get your ass out and fucking walk home before I kill you,” I said sternly with fire in my eyes.