Rebel Love Story ( A Christian Coma fanfic)

Always Keep Your Head Up

We were quickly approaching the dressing room and I could not stop glancing around. Knowing my father was in the same building was scaring me. Three years ago I ran from him. I know he looked for me but I made sure to stay under the radar. Not even the police were able to find me. Considering I was eighteen, they didn't put much effort into my search, there was plenty of clothes missing from my closet to prove I had left on my own.

I had run into Alex after a month of basically hitch hiking cross country. I ended up confiding in him and he promised to keep me safe and offered me a home. I stayed with Alex and he made sure to keep me out of the public eye. He kept his promise until recently, I decided I was ready to step out and face the world. I decided I could do it. I could handle it. But then tonight happened. I should've just stayed in my ivory tower.

"Hey, Nala," I looked up to Andy,  "Your father isn't around. He won't go against any orders I give him. You're okay."

I nodded and whispered a reply but I still took glances, I don't just hand over trust that easily.

Andy opened the dressing room door and motioned for me to come in. I slowly walked inside and looked around. There were four other guys there and they all looked up at me with face paint on.

"Andy, who is this."

"This is Nala guys she's-"

"Nala? Like the Lion King?" Andy nodded to the one with Diamonds painted around his eyes.

"She's got a cool name!" The one with painted tear drops jumped up.

"Well can we not talk about me like I'm not here?" I was a bit flustered and still taking glances at the door. The way they talked about me made me feel like he could come in and take me without them knowing.

"Sorry Nala," the one with Diamond eyes apologized, " I'm Jeremey but everyone calls me Jinxx." He waved his hand towards me and I waved back.

"I'm Ashley." the one with an outlaw tattoo approached me and shook my hand.

"I'm Jake." he gave a gentle smile.

"And I'm Christian but everyone calls me CC." He walked up and opened his arms for a hug.

I don't know what made me do it but I walked into his arms and hugged him. Call me crazy, but being in his arms made me feel safe. Safer than being with Alex does. I slowly let go and took a step back with blush crawling around my cheeks. CC took this opportunity to move my hair out of my face and lift my chin up.

"Hey beautiful, always keep your head up."

I nodded and smiled with even more blush and he stroked my cheek.

"So, why'd Andy bring you back here."

Andy answered for me "We need to talk. Can you guys give us a few minutes?"

"Uh," I made eye contact with CC and he stared back, " can CC stay?"

"If CC is fine with it, sure. I just want you to be comfortable." Andy sat on the couch pulling me down with him.

CC sat next to me and smiled as the rest of the guys said their goodbyes.

"So Nala, why were you running from your own dad?"

Well fuck. Let's just jump right into it why don't we.

"My father was a drunk. He'd come home from "work" as my mom called it, and would beat the shit out of her. I received a few blows over the years, but my mom's final straw was when he knocked me into the wall. I fell unconscious, I was just seven years old. Then we moved out and lived on our own. I graduated from high school the same day she died. Unfortunately he was still my mother's emergency contact. Three days later he was on my porch, forcing his way into the house.He kept me from continuing on to college, even though I had a full ride scholarship. He didn't want anyone to see the bruises he had started giving me. I was stuck for weeks, until a few years ago when I ran away and met Alex and the rest of All Time Low."

I heard CC's breathing increase next to me and I took a quick glance towards him.

"Your father is James?" I didn't answer. I could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. Instead he turned to Andy and repeated his question. Andy slowly nodded and CC turned back to me.

"We have been paying this man for the past seven years. Three years ago he took leave for a family emergency. When he returned he picked up heavily drinking again until we threatened to fire him. You ran away from home three years ago, right?"

"June 11th will make four years." He shook his head fiercely before gently kissing my forehead.

"I'll be back in a few." He mumbled as he stormed out of the door.

I think I knew where he was going. Once he was out the door I looked at Andy.

"He's going to find him, isn't he?"

"I- Honestly, I don't know. He's never reacted to someone like he has to you. I can't read him in the state he's in."

I shook my head and quickly rushed out the door. Backtracking the way Andy had led me, I heard yelling commotion coming from down the hall where I ran into Alex earlier. Approaching the door way I found CC standing over my Father.

"You're fired! The fact that you could do some shit like that to women! And then you went back to beat on her?! Are you fucking insane?! You're fucking fired!" CC threw another kick into his side.

I ran into Alex's arms and he brushed his fingers through my hair. That was the easiest way to calm me.

I heard a set of heavy boots walking out and another set walking to me.

"Nala?" CC's voice made me turn towards him. I met his gaze and he continued talking. "Will you still be here after the show?"

I looked to Alex and he shrugged telling me it was up to me.

"Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Uhm," CC rubbed the back of his neck and spoke rather quickly, "Would you mind if I took you guys out after the show?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that'd be cool!"

He smiled and hugged me. Damn, his hugs made me feel so secure. His hugs were perfection.

"I'll see you up there CC. We have to go take our seats."

"Oh, no you don't. You guys can watch from side stage." Andy smiled as he spoke. We all nodded and then followed them to the side of the stage.

CC kissed my forehead again before heading to his drum set while the fans screamed. Then Ashely, Jinxx, Jake, and Andy went up.

I watched as they performed some amazing songs. Jack and Alex were jumping around making their own small mosh pit and eventually pulled me in.

This has turned into a good night.