The Life Of Mitch Lucker's Daughter

I Dont Like The Me I Am

I finish watching the youtube videos. I walk downstairs to havensome pizza. "What happened to you? Do you have some hair stylist up there?" He asks. I shake my head. I want to tell him but I just cant. Maybe when he isnt so busy with work. "Hey, uh, by the way, we go on tour in two days.." He says. "What?! Two days!?" I say. He could have told me sooner. I call Brendon and tell him the news. 

I pack up my stuff for tour. I go to my computer when Im done and find a flyer for a testosterone shot in my local hospital. I print it and lay it on my desk. 

The next day

I put my bags in the car and run back inside and my dad is standing in the doorway of my room with the flyer in his hand. "Were you going to tell me...?" He asks. "I tried! I just never could and I wanted to when you werent so caught up in your career..." I say. "Ill always make time for you Sky...just tell me when you need it.." He says and hugs me.

We drive to the airport and carry our bags inside and sit and wait for the plane.