Moving Mountains(Book two/Silver's Story)

Ch. 6: An avalanche of Secrets

Ch 6: An avalanche of Secrets

We were finally back in our home town of Chicago, but again we were staying at a hotel. It was the end of the tour and we had multiple things lines up. Last minute interviews, studio time for the next album and a photoshoot for the next album cover; but all I was concerned for was my dad. I had been trying to contact him nonstop since we landed, but it was proving to be pointless. Dialing the number again I sighed as it once again went to voicemail.

"Um...Dad it's me. It's Silver. I've been worried about you and I wish you would just answer the phone. I don't know if you know, but this past month as been hell. Matt is back, and he tried to kill us. Noel and I can't stop fighting. One second everything is okay and the next were screaming and blaming each other. I mean... I- I understand that we each have our own ways of dealing with things, but that doesn't mean that she has to cut me out completely. Things are different now that others are in the picture. At first, I was happy about being able to open up to others, but now I'm not so sure. Daddy I...I'm not too sure who we can trust anymore. Joe was the last to know about it all, but I watched him as we explained. His facial emotions and what his eyes read were two different things. It was like we were telling him things that he already knew, and I don't want to think the worst of someone I came to love and trust with as much as I could give, but lately things aren't adding up with him. I mean... I don't know any more dad. I love you, but I feel like I've been nothing more than this gigantic burden on you since mom died. I mean the minute Mr. Passenger heard about what happened with Noel he called, and he kept calling. He wanted to make sure she was alright, still alive, but I only get radio silence with you. How is that fair to me dad? What have I done to make you hate so much? I get it you lost your wife, but I also lost my mom. We were supposed to have come together, and you were supposed to protect me. Dad you completely blocked me out and left me to deal with the shit on my own. You rushed me off the moment we were given contracts. I feel like no matter how much I accomplish I will always be a disappointment to you. Look dad, I don't want to put you down, just call me back. I want to see you and as you can tell we have a lot to talk about. I'm tired of pretending like nothing is wrong when I'm barely being held together by glue that's still wet."

I sighed as I ended the call and tried not to let the tears spill over. All I had been doing lately was crying and I was beyond tired of doing so; then again there were no words to describe what it was like to feel like your own father hated you over something you had no control over. It wasn't my fault that she died, yet he treated me endlessly like it was. Before I could stop it my knees were giving out as I cried, but I was caught by a pair of arms before I could hit the ground.

"I got you baby. I got you." He said sitting down on the pavement with me.

"I just want to know why he hates me so much. What have I done to him to deserve this?" I cried. "I try to be a good girl. He always told me good girls don't get punish and it's like no matter how good I've been the punishments only gets worse. A month ago, a gun was aimed at me and killed four little girls and wounded many others before my very eyes and not once do I get a text or call from the one person who's suppose to care the most. Why does he hate me?" I cried. I truly didn't understand it and the more I thought about it the more it hurt. I couldn't stop the tears as Steve sat and rocked me back and forth. Images of before and after my mom's death kept playing in my head. One minute he was tucking into bed and kissing me goodnight. The next he was going straight into his study not even bothering to ask me about anything that happened while he was away. He put up a good front in front of others, but behind closed doors I was less than invisible to him.

"Silver he doesn't hate you." He whispered.

"Yeah. He just wishes I was the one that died instead of her. Better yet, if she hadn't of had me then she wouldn't have gotten sick." I cried.