The Rockstar's Daughter

Chapter One

I awkwardly sat in the middle of my parents. I wish Ezra was here. He would make the tension in the room disappear.

The maids placed the white glass dishes in front of us. I chose a vegetarian salad because I am a proud vegetarian.

"So, did you hear about the UK fling?" Dad asked mom. Her perfect eyebrow rose in a questioning matter.

"What do you mean? Who?" she asked.

"Y'know? Our son, Ezra." Dad said, slightly raising his voice; challenging her.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm sorry I don't get to see my kids!" she said. She slammed her hands on the table and stood up.

"Maybe you should've actually fought for 'em! Maybe you shouldn't have hit your only daughter!" he yelled back and stood up. I didn't know what to do but look down at my lap.

I was terrified, absolutely fucking terrified. I didn't understand. Did I cause their misery? Did I really do this?

Mom said, "I don't need to stand here and take this!"

Dad replied angrily, "but you can dish it out to a seven year old! Can't ya, Love?"

"That was a cheap shot, you son of a bitch!" she yelled.

It was then that, I suddenly felt a hot pain in my face and I heard more shouting from my mom.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yelled and rushed over to me, he grabbed a napkin on the way over to me.

He dabbed the napkin in water and placed it on my cheek. "This will have to do until we get to the hospital." He weakly smiled to me.

He turned to my mom; she had a look of disgust plastered on her face. "Out," he growled.

"What?" she asked.

"I said get the fuck out of my house! I invited you to dinner and then you hurt your own daughter. You disgust me!" he yelled and hugged me close to him.

"I am not leaving! She's my daughter too!" she argued.

"Too fucking bad! You might've gave birth to her, Love, But you're no where near to be her mother or Ezra's!" he said.

"I won't leave!" she yelled and pathetically stomped her foot on the marble floor.

"Security!" he yelled. My father is so big that he has his own security gaurds. They know better than to interrupt drama. One of them have tried, long story short, he got fired.

"Hold the napkin, 'kay?"

Tyler grabbed her forearm and dragged her out. My dad rushed me out and outside. He lift me up into his candy apple red Jeep Wrangler.

He put on my seatbelt and got in the driver's side. He drove away from our big mansion and kept driving towards the hospital.

"We're pressing charges. If you like it or not." he said and sighed.

"I understand." I said and turned the radio on. I went to the rock station and turned it up, only using one hand because my other hand is holding the napkin.

My dad's band came on and he changed it right away. I huffed and turned it back. He changed it and I turned it back, this went on for a minute until . . .

"Bleeding Hell, Elora!" he yelled and gave up. I smirked in victory and sang along to the song.

I hissed in pain after I stopped singing. I guess I was on an adrenaline.

Once we got there, a nurse took me somewhere. I purposely fell asleep, not wanting to see blood.

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"Elora, darling! Time to go home!" I heard a voice call.

"Kalem!" I shrieked and opened my eyes. Kalem is the drummer in my dad's band.

"Cookie!" he squealed. He pulled me close and hugged me. After he pulled away, I jumped off the metal bed that you sit on when you gets shots.

"Your dad is signing papers," he said. He picked me up and tossed me on his shoulder, I squealed and hit his back. Thank God, I have my clothes on, Nirvana shirt with skinny jeans.

I didn't dress up for the dinner. I never dress up so I won't be dressing up for my mother. Well, I do dress up for parties and stuff like that.

"Nickey!" he yelled while running down the hospital's corridor.

"Put my daughter down!" he playfully yelled and laughed. Kalem swung me so I was upside down. He stands at 6'3 and I stand at 5'6 so my head isn't touching the ground. He swings me upward and lightly puts me down.

"Thank God. I felt like I was going to die." I said and clutched to my dad's arm. He patted my head and we walked out of the hospital. Kalem jumped in the back where there was no shade thing.

I jumped in and so did Dad. We started driving back home. I put on some music; we jammed to Green Day and The All-American Rejects.

We pulled in the driveway and he parked. I rushed out of the Jeep and into the house. Geeky placed her paws on my thighs and was barking while rubbing her snout on my thigh.

"Who's a good girl?!" I asked and scratched her ears.

"I'm so tired, mate. Can I sleep in the extra person holder?" Kalem asked.

"Kalem, I love you, I really do, but it's called a bedroom." I said and spelt it out for him.

He scoffed and stormed up the stairs like a little kid when they just got scolded and was told to go to their room.

"Well, I'm going to bed," I said and walked up the stairs.

"Goodnight, Dork!" he called from downstairs.

"'Night!" I yelled. He must've went to his room, which is downstairs. He always says he wants to be closer to the door in case anything happens.

I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I could feel the bandage on my cheek as my head hit the pillow.

After three hours, darkness consumed me.