Is This What You Call A Family

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Lylah's POV

The day of Warped

Well, today's the day. The day I'll get to see Sleeping With Sirens and my other favorite bands in person, and hopefully even meet them. I looked up the setlist for Sleeping With Sirens, since they meant the most to me. I discovered they were going to play "A Trophy Father's Trophy Son," and I honestly wasn't sure how I felt about that. I related so much to the song, so it would be amazing to see it live. On the other hand, I really didn't want to cry my eyes out in front of the only band who kept me alive when I thought about my father.

I was broken from my thoughts when I made the turn onto the street with the venue. This is it. I'm here. In just a few short minutes, I will be in that line (and whoa, it was long already. It was only 9:00, and doors didn't open until 11:30, but I swear there were a good 200-300 people already). In 2 and a half hours, I will be staring at the blow-up schedule telling me when my favorite people in the world will be on what stages. I can't believe it. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was half-expecting to be woken up, upset that it wasn't actually the day of Warped Tour. Nope, I wasn't transported back to my bed. I was still in the car, about to park, and walk out to the line and mentally prepare myself for this. I can't believe it.

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2 1/2 hours later

Here it is. The blow-up schedule. I immediately searched for Sleeping With Sirens. They will be playing on main stage at 3:30. Perfect. I have four hours to walk around, get wristbands, do whatever until their set. Of course, I head straight for their tent so I can see where their signing will be. There's already a line formed at their tent. Uh oh. I'm too late. I guess I won't be seeing them after all. I had to hold back a tear that was struggling to escape my eye when I saw a familiar looking person about three people in front of me.

No, it couldn't be. Why would he be here? But everything seemed to add up. The same dark brown hair, around the same height, same body structure. Just as mom described...

But why would my father come to Warped Tour?

I suppose we're telepathic, because just then, the man turned around. He glanced at me, held the eye-contact with a sharp look on his face, and turned back around. He got to the front, got whatever he needed, and stepped back out of line and walked behind me somewhere. Just as I got to the front to ask for a wristband. The man at the tent informed that none were left (oh my god, no) just as  I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and there he was. He handed me a wristband. I gave him a questioning look.

"May.. May I ask your name?" The man asked.

"Lylah," I replied.

He had a schocked look on his face. "Uhm, would you mind if I asked for your last name, as well?"

"... Halson." I choked out.

He paused. His leg moved like he was going to walk away, but I guess he thought better. "You're... you're my daughter," he said quietly.

"I know. Now, can I please go? I don't want to miss seeing my favorite bands." I looked around, searching for a break in the crowd so I could walk away. Unfortunately, no one decided to let me though.

"Please don't. I need to speak to you."

"About what?" I asked, admittedly rather coldly. But he deserved it.

"About.. everything. I'm sorry, Lylah. I really am. I just need you to understand some things."

"Like what? Like the fact that you abandoned Mom and I before I was even born so you could 'enjoy life' or whatever?! Like the fact that the only other time I've ever talked to you you called me worthless and that I would never amount to anything?! For your information, I'm doing pretty well for myself. And so is Mom." I said through tears. "Is that how you think a family should be? Because if so, I want nothing to do with you." I finally gathered the courage to walk off, even with tears streaming down my face. I didn't have time for this, I had to get to the stage before I missed Sleeping With Sirens' set.

I guess he followed me, I don't know. But I know as soon as the band before Sleeping With Sirens went off and I pushed through the crowd to get to the front, he was right there next to me.

Great. The day that was supposed to be the best day of my life is ruined. This is just wonderful.

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