Daughter Of A Rock Star Rule Book

Chapter One

Rules of Being Related To A Rockstar By Queen Travis.

1. Make sure he is actually your father

2. Ask many questions.

3 Days To Go

Briar Travis is my mom's name. Her lawyer called me a couple nights ago, saying that my father will be picking me and Abigail up after his concert here in San Diego. Abi isn't his kid, but I am.

"Mr. James?" I ask when he picks up.

"Queen, darling, it's 3 in the morning."

"I, I know. But I need to know, who is he...?"

"Who, your father?"

"Yes..."

He sighs for a moment, then speaks. "Queen, everything that has happeed the last 3 weeks, I thibk we should wait for a few more days until he picks you and your sister up. And I am not exactly obligated to tell you who he is. He requested it."

"Mr. James, I beg you!"

"Victor Fuentes, google him, I have to go now sweetheart." He says. I drop my phone on the black carpet in my black sealed room. I rip my Pierce The Veil shirt off and throw it at the wall. The lead singer, of the band, that I have met, various times, is my father. I slip on a Sleeping With Sirens shirt and lay in bed next to 6 month old Abigail. 3 days. I will see him in 3 days. I will be living with him in 3 days. But, I cn't help but think, that if he wanted me, he would have told me. 3 years ago, I was able to chose who I wanted to live with. I ponder the thought for a bit longer. Maybe he didn't know. Maybe he only found out when he got the call. I hope. I go onto my twitter and look him up. Unfollow. I know it might not be his fault, but I will never know. Will I? I am certainly not going to ask him. I struggle to fall asleep. Eventully, it is time for me to get up and get ready to teach Tots-In-TuTus, and go to my own classes. I do my make up, put Abi in her outfit, for Baby Ballet, and put on mine. Class passes really fast, but after, Mr. Donald calls me to his office.

"Yes, Mr. Donald?"

"We got a call from your mother's lawyer, he is on the phone." He says and gestures to the office phone. I walk in and pick up.

"Mr. James?" I ask

"Yes, Queen. Your father called me recently, well, 3 hours ago, saying he would be in San Diego in 4 hours. I hope you and your sister are packed and ready. I know I said not for 2 days, but they made a detour. A concert in LA was cancelled, so they are on their way now."

"Fine. I'll be ready." I say and hang up. "Thank you." I say to Mr. Donald, then walk into Abi's class and pick her up, leving after that. I am in no way ready. I walk up to my apartment, and feed Abi and mysel, leaving a enough for 10 people, even though probably only 5 will come. MAYBE. Then, my intercom goes off. "Travis."

"Fuentes."

"Fuck off." I say and deny access. I don't want him to come up, but he will end up getting in, because if he knows how to break into a building, he'll be here in no time. I pick up Abi, put her in her playpen, and start packing some toys of hers. And soon enough, someone walks in. "Don't fucking knock or anything!" I call, from the living room.

"Don't buzz me in or anything!" He calls back. He walks in, and I don't move, okay, well I do, but only to stand up and leave the room to go to my room and pack. What can I say? I am probably the most stuborn 15 year old you will ever meet. Once I pack all my clothes, and take my things to the door, they have already packed Abi's things. I sigh. "Come on, we are trying to get to San Francisco by morning. It takes 9 hours."

"Ew. Can I walk?"

"Queen, it takes 9 days."

"Fine by me."

"Get into the fucking bus NOW, Queen!" He shouts.

Fuck.Off.