"GENEVIEVE!!" Daddy says about to cry with a voice crack .
Uncle Angus was shaking in fear , Uncle Brian tearing up , Uncle Cliff trying to clean me off from the broken wall pieces , Uncle Mal panicking . I was bleeding heavily from my head from the amount of times I got thrown on the floor . "We should call a ambulance" Uncle Mal says .
Daddy shook his head as Uncle Mal called 911.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hello , I'm not from around here but my nephew was abused by something unknown and is bleeding heavily and we need a ambulance asap"
"*typing noises* alright sir , can you tell me what street your on?"
"Uhhhhh *looks out the window* im not sure , I came from Australia so I'm not familiar with these places yet but were in a hotel called the Holiday Inn"
"Alright sir , what's the room number?"
"245"
"Alright sir , ambulance is on the way , I'm gonna need you to stay on the phone until the paramedics arrive, how is the child?"
"Not well , heavily bleeding , pinpoint eyes , can only see the iris , weak , im not sure"
"It's all my fault ." Daddy says softly.
"No no it's not your fault Phil , it was probably something related to that Ronnie guy or something." Uncle Angus says .
"That son of a bitch hurt my kid" Daddy says angrily.
"N-no.. it wasn't, he was protecting me but couldn't help , someone over took him.." I say just barely from so much pain .
"He was protecting you? From who?"
"Heaven and Hell..but *yelp* Hell overtook" I say in crucial pain.
The sirens were close by , I could hear them .
[About 10 minutes later in the hospital]
I was in a stretcher on my way to the emergency room, I got stitches and staples in my head . I screamed in pain but it felt good to not have my head cracked open. They put a bandage on my arm cause it was broken , I hated it but I thought it looked cool it matched with my clothes. It was black , on black on black. Then next thing yknow , I'm out of the hospital. I didn't have a concussion! Surprisingly, but I felt, healed , like someone healed me . I saw Ronnie and ran to him , hugging him tightly.
"Hey kiddo🥺❤" he says happily finally getting to hug me.
"Hi Ronnie! Thank you for saving me , I honestly don't know why they were fighting over me."
"Its just war between me and you , I didn't mean for it to cause you , I just barely saved you as you got stroked to the wall I couldn't control the beating against your head" he says.
"I'm just glad your alright and that I'm alright too , so , are you related to me? I mean , you are spiritually in contact with me"
"Yes but only in this manner, the spiritual nature" he says .
"Well.. yes , in your past life I was your full on father" he says
"Interesting , you should leave , my father will be arriving and might attack you" i say nervously traumatized.
"Dont worry , I'll be around , ill just act like I work here , dont worry kid" he says to me kissing my head.
The gang arrives and is shocked to see me , I sat in the hallway on the bench.
"GENEVIEVE OH THANK GOD🥺" Daddy says happily .
I smiled and hugged him but I was nervous . I was nervous about Ronnie , and my dad exploding in anger like at the Twin Towers.
I was older somehow, it was the same time but I was now 12 , not 9. It was so interesting.
"I'm alright, just a broken arm , staples and stitches in my head and some bruises and cuts on my back"
"What c u t s on your back?!" Uncle Brian says nervously .
"Oh ... 😳"
I hid in my hands . I knew I had been cut by something but it looked like a claw , it was healed now by Ronnie but I still got cut .
I take my shirt off showing them.
"WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?!"
"No one did , Satan did".
There was an unearthly silence swarmin around the hallway .
"S-satan?!" A woman says .
Ronnie came in to tell them what was going on . Daddy understood , finally , and now I felt more comfortable but still nervous . The others did too and smiled .
"Welcome to Casa de AC/DC!" Uncle Brian says shaking his hand. Ronnie felt welcomed.
"So , how are you related to Gen again"
"A spiritual experience"
"Ahh okie . That makes more sense , he's been telling me a lot about his spiritual ways and *whispers* satanism in which I support him" Daddy says.
"I'm not the person to judge my kid or future kids into what they like nor whatever they want to do unless it's relating to suicide, going to jail or anything else"
"Good father *Pat's him on the back*" Ronnie smiles.
I was trembling nervously for some reason , it was unknown .
"Genevieve? Are you alright?" Uncle Angus asks.
I just kept trembling.
"I- i got injected with a syringe of something" I say nervously .
Ronnie takes the fluid of whatever was in my body and transports it to the nurse who gave me the fluid without her knowing .
I stopped trembling and my eyes began to shrink , my pupils actually.
"GENEVIEVE!"
I didnt have any pupils anymore their was just a iris. My beautiful sea aqua blue eyes . Ronnie hissed .
"God no , why did you do that *speaking a different language*" he says tiredly and sad for me.
I could still see , it just didn't look right without any pupils .
"Dont worry, Daddy , I can still see!" I say happily .
"I feel so much better! I'm so happy!" I say happily and loud in the hallway.
"I'm glad you do , and so do we all. Let's go" he says giving me a hand.
I smile and take his hand .
"Is Ronnie coming?" I ask .
"If you want him too" he says smiling.
"RONNIE! YOU CAN COME!" I say happily with my devil tail wagging in excitement .
"Great! I'll be there in a moment" he says catching up .
"Daddy , is it alright if I walk with Ronnie?"
"Of course my love" he smiles .
I walk with Ronnie, I shrink back to being 9 years old again , about 4'6, holding the famous Ronnie James Dio's hand. There was tons of people with cameras following us . Paparazzi , fans , the press etc. The gang (daddy and uncles) didn't mind it and signed autographs and posted for pictures. We went to the studio , it was a beautiful place. It was small but big and beautiful to record the rest of the album my daddy and uncles were working on last year and now . I sat in the booth where you could mix and make the instruments and sound better . Mike was here... no one liked Mike but he got us through the job of the record. I just sat around , Ronnie left , he had to go back with his own group . I just listened to the albums I bought on my way to the Twin Towers . I listened to a group called Rage Against the Machine, I guess it was a demo?? I'm not sure , it was a cover of a song called "How Could I Just Kill a Man" , it blasted in my ears and I was in total shock . It was a amazing feeling . It felt like thousands of grained pieces of metallic material grinding together but as a sound . It was fantastic , whether or not it was a full release (which would be released in 2000) it was still a fantastic piece . I overlooked my photos I was developing which came out great . I was .. happy !
[About a few hours later of me watching my uncles and father combine their ideas and pieces together]
"You did great daddy!" I say happily . Mike was looking at me in a weird uncomfortable way.. I didn't like that .
"Thank ya baby" he says kissing my head .
I look at him seriously that I was uncomfortable with Mike looking at me .
"What is it?" He says crouching down to look at me face to face.
I whisper "Can we talk , privately?"
"Of course."
Me and Daddy go outside the room and talk with the door closed.
"What is it my love"
"Mike seems a little.. weird . He's been staring at me and it's making me very uncomfortable and he grins everytime I turn away" I say nervously .
"Why , has he done anything suspicious? Or does he just stare at you" he asks concerned.
"No he hasn't done anything suspicious but he just stares at me and it makes me feel uncomfortable" I say nervously sweating.
"It's alright love , I'll stay close with you or you can stay close with me ,I'll be checking my eye on him to see if anything happens. Don't worry lovie" he says hugging me .
"Daddy's always gonna be here for you" he says rubbing my back .
I hug him tight in nervousness. He notices that I'm really nervous .
"How about you try my drums out to make you feel better" he says happily .
"Really! I'd love too!"
"Have at it kid" he smiles .
I squeal and go over to his drums and remember the position he told me to do and the things he told me to say in my head . He stands near Mike looking at him seriously with a side eye .
"Well look at big boy on the drums!" Uncle Brian smiles .
I smile big and Uncle Mal snaps a photo of me on the drums.
"Let's see whatcha got kid" Uncle Angus says giggling .
I heard daddys voice at the booth
"Remember what I said love , 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and , repeat , 2 and 4 for snare and hihat and 3 for the bass" he smiles.
I nod and he counts for me . I play along with him counting and make a basic fill . The boys were smiling at him and Phil.
After a bit I stopped and they cheered. Daddy smiled and noticed something suspicious about Mike . (Fyi this isnt real , its just my opinion on Mike)
Mike was staring at me , he was .. in his pants🥴🥴 .
"MIKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! 🥴😳" Daddy says surprised but angrily .
He jumps in getting startled and stops what he's doing . Daddy goes over to him , pulling him by his collar .
"What do you fucking want to do with my kid you freaky bastard"
Mike gazes into Daddy's angry face for a couple moments .
"ARE YOU GONNA TELL ME OR WHAT?!" he says really angry . I hid behind the exit door in nervousness from him . Uncle Cliff came to me , he always knew my places I'd hide if Daddy was angry or some kind of commotion was going on.
"Don't worry Gen , it'll be alright. What have you been noticing about Mike?" Cliff asks me in a comforting way.
"He stares at me in a uncomfortable way and grins when he thinks I'm not looking" I say shaky cause I didn't like Mike.
"Shhh" he says coming closer to me and hugging me .
I felt alot more safer that someone was with me . I relaxed my body on him and told him how I felt . He wasn't surprised . He held me tight .
"I-I like kids😅" Mike says at him stuttering .
"In what manner" he says more serious and gripping tighter.
"In-in-in a deep way" he says being honest and nervously .
"do not , and I REPEAT DO. NOT. GO. AROUND. MY. CHILD. OR. LAY. ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. FINGER. ON. MY. CHILD. DO. YOU. UNDER. S T A N D." Daddy says very seriously grabbing his throat .
"YES! YES!" he says choking , gasping for air.
"Good." Daddy says throwing him on the floor.
See, my dad may be a short and small guy but hell he's badass .
I liked that he was protective even if he wasn't tall enough to defeat his opponent.
Mike was gasping for air and Uncles , me and Daddy left him and locked him up in a closet .
"Let's go home" Daddy says calmed down .
We all go home to the hotel . It was repaired .. and now for the past of the present
