That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 17

It was time for the show to start, Tristan was helping Brett back stage, so I went to help at the merch booth. There weren't a lot of people right now but a few every couple minutes. The guy who was tending the merch booth left to grab more shirts, so it was just me, then I saw to guys walk up in black hoodies.

"Hello, Porcelain," one of the guys said, I recognized the voice but couldn't place it.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"Because, we're after you," the other guy said.

I looked at them confused until they pulled off their hoods, then I saw in full light Jake and Justin. My eyes bugged out of my head and I backed off. Luckily the merch guy came back just in time.

"H-how may I help you gentilmen?" I asked.

"We're good," Jake said and they walked off.

I closed my eyes and dropped to the floor crying. The merch guy tried to calm me but to no avail. He closed shop and went to find Tristan, he returned with a paniced Tristan a few minutes later.

"Porce, what's wrong?" he asked.

"J-Jake... J-Justin... here," I cried.

Tristan quickly picked me up carried me backstage. He sat on the couch and held me tightly in his lap. I could hear my dad going off on a story about me and was cut off mid-story. In the same second my dad was at my side, and I could hear Brett explaining vaugely what happened to the crowd.

"Baby girl, what happened? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Jake and Justin... merch booth... threat," I stuttered.

"Baby girl, come here," he said and pulled me into a hug.

"Go back onstage... your fans came for you," I reasoned.

He kissed my forehead, and before he went back onstage he told Tristan to take me back to the bus. I instently protested, I didn't want to go to the bus without someone else, other then Tristan. They agreed with my reasoning and I stayed with Tristan on the couch. After about fifteen minutes I calmed down and snuggeled into Tristan. Somehow I fell asleep backstage of a loud concert, guess that's normal for a rockstar's daughter.

For the next two weeks it was similar to the first night, exept Jake and Justin didn't show up to any of the shows. Tristan and I met the fans, listened to the sound check, I gradually became more comfortable on stage and at the sound check I played one song on piano. I helped with the merch boot, but was never left alone, and when I got groggy I met Tristan backstage and fell asleep backstage in his lap. Finally it was November 15th my birthday and my moms birthday, we always did something special in memory of my mom. For today I was going to play Skin and Bones with my dad onstage.

It was showtime and I was getting nervous but Tristan was keeping me relaxed by reminding me it was for my mom. My dad introduced me to the crowd and I shakily walked onstage. Matt helped me because I was about to fall over, I sat on the bench of my dads white piano.

"This is dedicated to my late wife Katy, and this was her favourite song, Skin and Bones," my dad said and I began to play.

About halfway through the song I heard my dad get choked up and I surprizingly took over the vocals. I saw my dad turn to me with tears streaming down his face and he smiled at me. I finished the song but continued to play, I went into one of the songs my parents did as a duet and my dad understood what I was doing and sang. I finished the song and I knew both my dad and I had tears falling from our eyes. I turned on the bench and my dad wrapped me into a hug.

"I really miss her," I whispered.

"I miss her too," my dad replied, he released me from the hug and we wallked up to center stage; "Give a big hand for my daughter Porcelain. Now, lucky for us, and her it's her birthday today so help me in singing happy birthday."

"Dad, please don't," I begged.

"Too late," he replied.

He and the fans began to sing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR PRINCESS PORCELAIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU!"

I smiled as I was wrapped into a hug by Tristan, then he leaned down and kissed me. Right in center stage. I felt the blush in my cheeks but for once I didn't care. Then Tristan picked me up and carried me backstage. He sat down on the couch with me in his lap, we continued to kiss and I began to trace his muscles.

"Not back here," Brett wined as he walked by with my dads see-through guitar.

I groaned and rested my head on Tristan's shoulder. He held me into his chest like usual and I fell asleep in his lap like usual. The next morning when I woke up I felt nausious, I ran to the bathroom and was sick. Alice began rubbing my back and I was sick again. Alice went to get Tristan, he was groggy but he sat on the floor next to me.

"Are you okay Porcelain?" Tristan asked when I leaned into him.

"No, I feel like crap," I replied.

'Do you think that-" Tristan asked.

"Maybe, but next day off we get..." I trailed off.

"We have a day off today, and a hotel room. We should be there shortly," Alice said.

"I'm taking you back to bed," Tristan said and lifted me from the floor.

I quickly fell back to sleep, when I reawoke I was in a hotel room and I could hear Tristan talking to my dad. Then my dad walked over and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Where's Tristan going?" I asked

"He's going to the drug store," my dad replied.

"Oh okay," I said and lay my head back down; "I'm sorry daddy."

"For what?" he asked.

"For getting pregnant at 18," I replied.

"Well now you're 19, and don't worry about it. I know you're mature enough to handle it," my dad said and rubbed my arm.

"I'm not as mature as you think. I started again," I said.

"Why baby girl?" he asked.

"I'm scared and I don't know what else to do," I replied.

"Firstly, you can talk to me, or Tristan or anyone else, secondly, you have to stop, it can't be good for your baby," he replied.

"I know and I haven't done it in a few days," I said and turned away from my dad.

"Baby girl, don't 'I know' me, and please look at me," he begged.

I rolled back; "I'm sorry daddy, please forgive me."

"I do but promise me you'll talk before you do anymore and try not to do anymore," my dad said.

"Deal," I agreed and I heard the door open.

Tristan walked in with a bag from the durg store, I hopped off the bed and took it from him. I slowly walked into the bathroom. I just sat on the edge of the bathtub while I waited, but I still couldn't look at the tests.

"Porce, can I come in?" Tristan asked.

"Ya," I replied softly.

He walked in and I pointed to the counter. He looked at the tests, walked over to me and hugged me tightly.

"So?" I asked slightly afraid.

"Yes," he replied and I hugged him tighter.