***Kayla's POV***
After a few weeks on tour I'm getting sick of girls flashing Ben or being sexy or giving them their numbers. I swear Ben has gotten boners a few times. What if I'm not enough for him? What if he's been cheating oh god. What if he doesn't love me anymore.
I sit up in the balcony and see another girl flash him and Ben wink. Why... I feel tears forming and I run outside into the fucking rain fantastic. I throw up my hoodie on my black sweatshirt and begin walking down the dimly lit alley. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket the screen read 'that whore' I growled, my mom is calling. I press ignore. She calls again. What the hell we hate eachother. Silent agreement not to talk. Ignore. I find a wall and take out a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette. Mom again.
"What" I scream angrily into the phone then take another hit.
"Honey are you smoking?" She says
"Why the fuck do you care?" I say taking a sip of my bottle.
"That's not why I called...I called because your father just died of Cancer"
I hung up immediately. No,nonono I just saw him a few weeks ago... he would've told me what kinda cruel joke is this?
***Ben's POV***
I see Kayla leaving the balcony. Oh god why did I do that?
"How many more songs?" I ask Danny
"5ish why?"
"Somethings wrong with Kayla"
"Why?"
"She just ran out. She normally signals me when she is"
The crowd begins to rant about how we aren't playing.
"I got an idea that won't piss off our fans. Pass out. Do it now" Danny says then falls to the ground giving me a wink. I shrug and fall right on top of his puffy belly. Medics and the band run up. I pretend rub my head.
"We gotta get you boys out of here" Medics say I sling my arm around them and they carry Danny's lazy ass off. The boys will figure something out.
"Thanks guys" We say running away leaving them astonished.
"Where is she?" Danny asks
"I'll call her...." I say pulling out my phone.
I hear her phone ring from outside the door.
"Kayla?" Danny calls out.
We see Kayla hunched behind the dumpster crying hysterically and drinking Jack Daniels.
"Kayla?" I ask running over to her almost in tears myself.
"What's going on?" Danny asked crouching next to her
"My dad..." she sobs "he's....he's not answering his phone and everyone says he's dead..."
Oh god. It was true. He wasn't just scaring me. We both settle in on both sides of her and finally realize it's raining. Danny took a swig of Kayla's bottle and I did the same. Kayla finishes the bottle and throws it against the wall parallel from us, causing it to shatter, then goes and cries on Danny's shoulder. I should've given her more time with him. I'm an idiot. I stroke her stringy wet hair.
"That bastard" She sobs over and over again. Danny looks at me with puppy dog eyes....almost like he felt sorry. I've met Danny's parents before but only a few times. I know mine were shit but never as bad as Kayla's. My parents didn't give a fuck about me then they got a divorce when I was in high school. Kayla's were just bad, abusive, controlling everything a parent shouldn't be. I don't know, she came from a very wealthy family so maybe things are supposed to be different. Danny picks a soundless, motionless Kayla up.
