Slipknot's Daughter

Chapter 14

After the concert, we slowly head back to our hotel. I was weary beyond belief, and I was more than ready to take a nice cool shower and text Rick. I felt bad for not texting him; I hadn't been able to because I had been insanely busy. I missed him terribly.
When I got back to my hotel room, I pull off my mask, wipe off my face makeup, then eagerly grab my phone off my desk. I click it on....
And then wish I hadn't.
It was a text from Rick.
Not a good text, mind you... A break up text.
A mother. Fucking. Break up text.
I slowly read it:
Hey Colleen.
I didn't come to see you after school on the last day because I didn't have the guts to tell you this face to face, but...
I'm moving. To New Mexico. And I think it would be really difficult to keep a long distance relationship, so... I'm breaking up with you.
I know I'm pulling a dick move, breaking up with you over text, but you're in Germany, and, well...
Anyway.
Goodbye, Colleen Taylor.
Richard Gosse
I just stare at my phone, my heart slowly crumbling to shards. I think tears had started coming down my face, but I couldn't tell; I had gone numb.
My fingers move on their own, first clicking my phone off, then setting it back down on the desk. I stand there for a second, then sink to my knees with a thump.
I keep staring ahead of me, emotions fluttering through my mind; first pain, then anger, then an overwhelming sadness that drowns me in its depths.
I clutch my stomach and lie down, the tears flowing thicker and faster now. A whimper rises in my throat. I let it out, choking on it. The whimpering turns into full-out sobbing, and I sit up to bury my face in my hands, the volume increasing.
I whisper Rick's name, then say it, then scream it, pain and sorrow breaking my voice.
*COREY'S P.O.V*
I was in my room, washing my face, when I hear a thump from Colleen's room. I guess it must have been Colleen flopping down on her bed, but then I hear her start to cry.
I set down my towel and start for the door.
Chris, who was bunking with me, glances up at me and pulls out one of his earbuds. "What's the matter?" he asks.
I reply, "I think Colleen's crying..." I hear him stand up and toss his earbuds on the bed, ready to follow me.
Suddenly, Colleen screams something unintelligible, and I quickly glance to Chris. He looks shocked, and then I turn to run to Colleen's room, Chris right behind me.
I shove her door open and find my daughter sitting on the floor with her face in her hands, sobbing and screaming.
I hurry to her side, kneel, and gather her in my arms. I whisper, "Shhh, hush, baby girl, shh, shhh..." I stroke and kiss her hair, holding her tightly.
She buries her face in my chest, her tears staining my shirt. "Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter, honey? Colleen? Colleen, what's wrong, baby?" I ask worriedly.
She lifts her tearstained face to me and whimpers, "R-Rick broke up w-wi-with me... Over t-text..." She wipes her face, then reaches for her phone.
Chris comes to sit on the other side of her. He gently rubs her back while she leans into me and pulls up a text message. She then hands her phone to Chris and pushes her head under my chin.
I wrap my arms around her again, and rock her back and forth while Chris reads the text out loud.
As he read, my eyes narrow and I feel anger building up inside of me. How dare he hurt my little girl like this. I knew he was no good for her.
"That low-down, no-good, motherfucking son of a bitch..." I growl, my hands balling into fists.
Then I remember that I was holding Colleen, and relax my grip.
I hear someone at the door, and Chris glances up. "Hey, Mick," he murmurs. "Why's Colleen crying??" Mick asks worriedly.
I turn a little to reply angrily, "Rick broke up with her."
Mick's face twists into a scowl, and he cracks his knuckles. "Figures," he rumbles. "I knew that little weasel was up to no good."
I nod, then turn back to my original position.
Chris was rubbing her back again, but he gives me an evil little smile. "We could get revenge, y'know," he says sweetly.
Colleen looks up, as do I. "What kind of revenge?" I ask.
Chris's smile grows bigger. "Just lemme handle it," he says, then starts typing into Colleen's phone.
Colleen strains to get a look at what Chris was typing, but he holds her phone away from her and keeps typing. "Oh, come on," she says, sniffling a little. "Almost done," he murmurs, quickly typing a few more sentences, then hands her phone back. I read over her shoulder:
Good evening, Richard;
This is Chris Fehn, percussionist for Slipknot and Colleen's uncle. I have received news that you have broken up with my niece. My response to that, should you choose to accept it, is FUCK YOU.
Do you know what you did to her? Her father, Corey Taylor, is currently holding her and comforting her better than you ever could. He's holding her because you BROKE HER HEART, you selfish prick. You say you can't handle a long distance relationship? You lazy bitch.
Colleen would have been able to 'handle' it. She would have walked entire states for you. She cared about you more than you could even imagine. She's a sweet, kind, beautiful girl with a heart bigger than any I've ever seen. You gave her up because you're too lazy to hold on?
You're right. You did pull a dick move.
Don't bother to contact her again. Try, and you'll have all nine of us on your sorry ass.
Good night,
Chris Fehn and Slipknot
I smirk proudly. Colleen giggles a little in my arms, and presses 'send'. She looks up at Chris and I, smiling weakly. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Chris stands up and offers her his hand. "No problem," he says gently. She takes his hand and he pulls her up and out of my arms. I stand up and adjust my shirt. Colleen throws her arms around Chris's waist in a hug, and he squeezes her tightly.
Then she let go, turns to me, and nuzzles back into my chest. I rub her back and kiss the top of her hair. I could tell she was getting tired; she lets out a small yawn. I carefully pick her up, bridal style, and carry her over to her bed.
Gently setting her down, I tuck the blankets around Colleen's slim frame. I lean down to kiss her forehead, then turn off her bedside lamp. "Good night, baby girl," I murmur.
"'Night, Dad," she whispers in return. Her dark eyes slowly flutter shut. I quietly walk to the door, where Mick and Chris were waiting patiently. "You're a good dad, Corey," Mick mumbles, moving into the hallway with Chris beside him.
I join them after shutting Colleen's door. "Thanks... You guys aren't doing too bad as uncles, either," I joke.
Mick smirks and Chris smiles. "Never thought I would have an adopted niece," Chris murmurs.
Mick yawns and stretches. "Well, this uncle is really fucking tired... I'm going to bed. G'night." Mick says softly, heading to his and Shawn's room.
"Good night," Chris and I call after him. Turning, Chris leads the way back to our room.
I flop down on my bed, and Chris lies down on his. "'Night, Corey," he says before shutting off his light.
"'Night," I reply, and turn off my light as well. I then fall asleep, thinking about my little girl and my friends and how lucky I was to have them.

(A/N: Trigger warning! Next chapter will have s3lf-h@rm)