My Life Is Different

Chapter Six

*4 months later*

I'm in my hotel room in California. The scars are slowly healing but new damages are forming. My throat is sore and a doctors visit is not in my view. Make-up can only cover so much, I haven't talked to anyone from home since last month. I'm only allowed one phone call a month and it's always my dad. I haven't slept in weeks and I only eat when I'm not busy. My performances aren't as great as I want them to be. I'm sitting on my bed running my fingertips down my arms skimming the cuts when my door opened Robert walked in him and I are becoming close. I look out for him and he looks out for me,

"Hey do you have the make-up?"

I nodded "yeah"

He came in and shut the door behind him and we went into my bathroom I got out my make up bag,

"Where'd he hit you?" I managed to say

"Right cheek and you should calm down on the talking you're going to hurt your voice more than it already is"

I rolled my eyes and he's a little darker than me but I manage to make his shade. He turned so I could see. A bruise in the shape of Robbie's hand is imprinted on the side of his face as I fixed it he would wince and I felt so bad,

"We need to get out of here" he said

"We signed a contract"

"There has to be a way around it"

"I'll figure it out"

He smiled at me. I heard the hotel door slam against the wall I walked out of the bathroom and saw Robbie and Rose,

"She's right here" Rose said sweetly

She handed me the phone,

"Hello?"

"Payton"

"Who is this?"

"Your father"

I didn't even recognize my own fathers voice

"daddy"

"Is everything ok?" he asked with worry

I looked at Rose "y-yeah everything's great"

"Your voice sounds scratchy"

I cleared my throat and tried to make it sound normal "just a dry throat"

"Ok so I saw your twitter post"

"Which one"

Rose controls my twitter. He told me that Jake is performing close by and he wants me to come as I was about to answer but Rose grabbed the phone from my hand and told him that I couldn't because I have to go work in the studio then she hung up the phone,

"Why can't I go see my boyfriend and dad?"

"Because who would want to see you? You're nothing to him or your father you killed his wife your own mother!"

"Stop holding that over my head!" I yelled

I felt a sharp pain on the side of my face small trails of blood came down my cheeks I noticed her nails have blood on them. Robert came out of the bathroom and over to me,

"You're a bitch!" he exclaimed

Robbie dragged Robert out of the room. Rose just watched, screams of pain of heard,

"You go to that concert that will be you" she warned.

It's 8:30pm I'm laying in Roberts arms holding a small picture of Jake and I when the door opened it's Rose. I put the picture underneath the pillow,