Daddy Horror (Ricky Horror Fanfic)

Ch.10

Today was the day they were going to ACTUALLY play. Yesterday was just driving to the place.
I was excited to see them play.
I haven't seen them play live in a while.
I hope their as good as they were before.
Who am I kidding? They'll always be good.
As they were starting to go on stage, I started feeling sick.
Maybe it was the food I had before?
I don't know, but what ever it was, it sure didn't agree with my body. Or my tummy.
Eventually I was starting to feel better.
That was until I started jumping and dancing while they played "Rats".
I ran into the bathroom, puking my guts out.
Auntie Ashley followed quick behind me, holding up my hair.
"Oh honey. Are you okay?" She asked very worryingly.
I shook my head no. And I was being honest.
"Awe. Come here sweetie."
She picked me up, not caring I had literally just puked all over the place.
She wiped my mouth with a wet paper towel.
After she was done cleaning up my mess, she took me to the bus and laid me down in my bunk.
"I'm gonna go in the front area of the bus, okay sweetie. You need to get some rest."
I nodded my head and closed my eyes.
She kissed my forehead and then left.
Sleep was the last thing I remembered.
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Eventually, I did wake up.
But not in my bunk.
No.
I woke up in someone's lap.
Someone I didn't know.
But it was someone that looked familiar.
It was my mother.
I tried getting up but she forced me back down.
"Stay there little baby." She sweetly said.
Was I dreaming?
She was never this sweet.
I want my daddy!
Now!
No pleases or thank yous.
JUST NOW!
Mommy laid me down on the couch.
Not the tour bus couch.
No.
Her couch.
It was covered in cigarette ashes.
The whole room smelt like smoke and drugs.
My daddy did smoke, but outside. So the house never smelled like smoke.
It always smelled like pumpkins or vanilla.
After my mom had left the room, I got up.
I tried running to the door, only to be greeted by a strange man.
"Move kid." He said, not showing any kindness what so ever.
Asshole.
"Oh honey. This is my daughter, Crimson." Mommy said the creepy and scary looking man.
Not gonna lie, he looked high. And so did my mom.
"Oh. That's her?" He asked.
She shook her head with a smile.
"Come here, princess. Get to know your step daddy." He said and patted his lap.
I backed up into the wall and shook my head no.
"Come on sweetie. He's nice." My mom said, pushing me forward.
"Get the hell over here already will you?!" He screamed, making me jump and forming tears in my eyes.
"Greg. Don't yell at her. We wouldn't wanna scare her, would we?"
"I guess not."
Oh god when will this torture end?
I want my daddy.
My actual one.
Now!