The Rockstar's Daughter

Prologue

"Elora! Elora! Over here!" one of the paparazzi/press called. I looked over and smiled.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

"Where's your father?"

"At the moment, he's trying to find my puppy. I'm going to the car to get my dog's leash." I said and put up my hand. "No more questions,"

I walked to the car and got the neon green leash. I walked back in and shut the door. I locked it in case they try coming in, trust me, they have tried.

"I got her! I have Geeky!" my dad yelled. I ran up the stairs and into my room, I walked over to him and attached the leash to her neon green collar.

"Where was she?" I asked petting and scratching her head.

"Under your bed. I'm surprised she can even fit," he said and chuckled.

Geeky is a pitbull with another breed that I don't know of. We found her on the streets.  I'm so happy we stopped that day, which was only five days ago.

"Well, lets go to the dog park now." I said.

"Let me go get Bruiser," Bruiser is his dog. Bruiser is a pitbull mixed with a lab. His name is Bruiser because one time me and Dad were walking, some kid pushed me and Bruiser protected me.

But he likes Dad more than me. I'm okay with that. My family rescues dogs. My mom has a Chihuahua and a Puggle.

My mom is a model and my Dad is a rockstar. They were never together but my mom has me on weekends.

Next thing I know; Bruiser barking at Geeky. Geeky barked and growled.

"Well, lets go." I said and walked downstairs with Geeky in front of me. She is always happy to go on walks and out to the park.

There were lingering paparazzi/press. But we ignored them and walked to the park that is only five minutes away.

Once we arrived, dogs started barking and trying to play with the dogs. I closed the gate and took the leash off Geeky.

My dad took the leash off of Bruiser. I'm seventeen and my Dad is thirty five. So, if you didn't notice, my dad was eighteen when my mom had me and Ezra.

Ezra is a singer and he's on tour. He's in the UK and then he'll be going to Canada, then will play a few shows on the way back home. We live in Texas, I go to private school so I don't have to get bothered by fans and such.

Dad goes on tour next week. Dad is taking me with him to help sell merch. I don't have anything to do in the summer so that's why.

We walked around the park while Bruiser and Geeky played with the other dogs.

"So, your mother is coming to dinner tomorrow tonight. I'm hoping it's alright with you," he said. I looked down at my feet.

Me and my mom never got along. She'd hit me as a kid but she stopped when Dad got custody. He was nice enough to let her have me on weekends.

"I guess," I muttered.

"Cheer up, lad. She changed, right? She can't hurt you in front of my eyes. I'll make sure you're in my eyes at all times." he said in his British and countryside accent.

"Thanks Dad. So, I heard Ezra had a fling in the UK." I said, trying to get Ezra in trouble.

"A what?!" he yelled in fury. In my dad's eyes we're still his little Ezra and Elora. We are innocent and pure in his eyes.

"Yeah. It was all over social media-"

"Darling, don't believe what you see on-"

This time I cut him off, "then I called him and he said it's true and he said some very descriptive details of how good she was in-"

"Oh my goodness!" he yelled and got out his phone from his pocket. "What the hell? You're seventeen! How old was she? Twenty five?! Are you fucking with me? I swear to God if you- you're being serious? I am so pissed right now!" he said and inhaled a deep breath.

"You want to talk to E? Yeah, fine. BUT you're getting grounded right once you get home." he said and handed me the phone.

"Yes?" I asked in a sing-song voice.

"You've told him?" he asked in his thick British accent. "It's pretty fucking blatant!" Fucking always sounds like focking. I find it absolutely funny.

"Well, yeah."

"Bloody fucking Hell! Elora, now I'm going to be in the gutters when I get home!"

"That's not my problem! Now is it?" I yelled and hanged up. I handed the phone to a very surprised dad.

"What've happened?" he asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I said. I don't have a British accent like dad and Ezra. My voice is very . . . blended? and quiet, unless I'm mad or super hyper.

"You kids are a pain in my arse!" he said.

"And you know it!" I yelled and ran into his shoulder.

Song: Push 'Em by Yelawolf featuring Travis Barker.