Microphone - Luke Hemmings

5. Ugly

Strong loud voices were coming from outside and I groaned. Can't I just get a little bit of sleep? This is way past my bed time and I really wanted to go home and snooze. I checked my phone for the time and was taken aback that it was still only 9, which meant that I only slept for 30 minutes.

Maybe sleeping here wasn't such a bright idea, especially since all the people in this place looked like they despised me. The door to the room opened suddenly and I saw my father walk in with a man in his late thirties.

"I am going to sue Mister, there is no discussion on this matter." My dad argued with the man.

I immediately got up and walked to the arms of my father who looked really concerned.

"I'm sure we can reach an agreement that would please both parties Mr.Simmons." The man tried to reason.

"You know what would please me? It's seeing you pay the repercussions for harassing my daughter. She suffers from a concussion mister." My dad said in a stern voice looking down to me.

"Only a minor concussion and it was an accident, sir."

"Don't try to fool me. I saw the video. It's all over the internet." He uttered pushing me to the door to exit the place.

"See you in court sir." He added to the distraught man.

After pushing my sister who was complaining about me and my dad embarrassing her in front of her favorite band and her getting some severe remarks from my dad about being spoiled, we left the building without saying a word.

Let's just say that the three of us did not expect what we found in the back door of the arena, more than 50 people were flashing cameras in our faces and screaming at us to give them information. Some even called me by my name and if I wasn't being harassed and almost blinded with the flashes coming out of their cameras I would have asked where the fuck they got that information. After getting mobbed for 5 minutes and my dad refusing to say anything we finally made it to the car and drove off not daring to say a word for several reasons, mine being the pain in my head that was driving me insane.

My sister in the back seat looked quite pleased with herself, she got to meet and have a proper conversation with the boys of her dreams. Who cares about me having a concussion? Well, not her.

We got to the house and my dad forced me to get some medication recommended by the doctor and I immediately went to bed after texting Sammy to come to my house tomorrow morning as soon as he can. My dad looked furious and extremely worried, that's why I didn't want to open a conversation with him about the incident just yet because I was worried he would explode on my face and reprimand me for something I had no hand in. I felt like I was not acting or thinking like my normal self and that worried me a bit. So I just decided to call it a night and try to forget about everything that has happened. I had a feeling this would be the worst day and I was not disappointed.

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Waking up the next morning I felt a lot better. My head was not pounding anymore and I didn't feel like throwing up all my internal organs. I decided to skip my morning run for today so I just got up and started to make breakfast. It was only seven in a Saturday morning so everyone was fast asleep. That last thought was wrong of me to assume because immediately after someone knocked on the door and I frowned. Who the heck would come to the house at 7 in the morning on a week-end? I know no one who wakes up at this hour other than me.

I walked slowly towards the door and put my ear on the door waiting for someone to knock again. But I couldn't hear anything.

"Open the door Sal. It's me." someone whispered.