Just a fan// why don't we

8

"EMMA, GET DOWN HERE!" I hear as I wake up. I open my eyes and see that I'm in my room. I get out of my bed and walk downstairs. "EMMA!" I hear again. "I'm right here." I said. I see my dad in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Tell your mother I'm right." He said. He's 100% drunk. He always is. "Right about what?" I asked. "That she's too needy. She always asks me to get off the couch and help her cook or clean when that's a woman's job, not a mans." He said. I look at the clock. It's 4:00AM. I roll my eyes. "Maybe you should help once in a while. It pisses me off when you don't do anything cause then I have to clean up after you've passed out on the couch or just anywhere really." I said. He runs over to me and grabs me by the neck. "I DONT NEED YOUR ATTITUDE! GOD, SOMETIMES I WISH I NEVER HAD YOU!" He yells in my face. "FUCK YOU!" I yell as much as I can because he's still choking me. He takes the bottle of whiskey that he has in his hands and smashes it on my head, letting me fall to the floor.

I jump awake and sit up right away with my hand on my heart. It's beating so fast. I put my hand on my head. I know how it feels because that actually happened to me. That wasn't a dream, it was a memory. I almost died. I went into emergency surgery. I got out of the hospital a month later. I'm fine now, 11 months later, but nobody knows it was my father. They think I tried to pull something off the shelf and that came down with it and hit me on top of the head. I couldn't tell them it was my father cause I didn't remember. I remember now. My mom didn't tell them because she just didn't want to deal with all this court stuff. Especially since she had cancer and everything. I told her not to anyways. I never wanted to see my father again, after that. And I never have. I want it to stay that way.

I get out of bed and walk to the fridge to get a drink. I don't feel dizzy or sick anymore. I look outside the window and see fans talking to each other and stuff with signs. We're parked outside the venue. The boys and Olivia must be inside. I'm pretty sure Eben is on stage right now. I look at the time. It's 8:00. It's not fully dark but the sun is setting. I open my bag and put on a pair of black jean shorts and a plain black t-shirt. Nothing special. I look in the mirror and see that my hair is a mess. I brush it out and don't even bother putting on makeup even though I look really ugly. I walk out of the bus and all the fans start to scream. "Emma, can I get a picture with you?!" A girl asked. I smile. "Of coarse." I said. I take the picture with her and she gives me a hug. I don't know why she would want a picture with me. I'm not that special. "What's it like hanging out with the boys?!" One girls asked. "It's incredible." I said with a smile as I kept walking. "Bye!" All the girls yell as I walk in. I smile and wave as the door shuts. I hear them screaming when I'm gone. I smile as I see the boys run on the stage and Eben walks off. "Hey, Emma. Feeling better?" He asked. "Much better." I said with a smile. He smiles. "That's great. Glad to see you." He said. I smile. "You too." I said as he walks into his dressing room, sweaty from performing. After that "dream" I had, I feel so blessed to be here with the only people who make me happy, besides Olivia, Jake, And my mom. "Hey, Emma. You feeling better?" Olivia asked. I nod and give her a hug. "Why are you hugging me?" She asked with a laugh. "I don't know. Just cause." I said.  "Well, okay." She said laughing. I look at the stage and smile as the boys dance and sing their hearts out. I shed a tear as they sing 8 letters. I'm just remembering the times I was in the hospital and them and their music where the only things to get me through it all. I wipe my tear, trying not to let anyone see. I know when they get off stage, I'm gonna loose it. I just know it.

         When the show's over, the boys run off stage all pumped and energized. "Hey, what's up Emma?! Feeling better I see?" Daniel said. I nod. "Awww amazing! Now we can party tonight! We have a day off tomorrow!" Zach said. "Now don't get too crazy. You're 18." Olivia said, jokingly. "And you're 16!" He said, also joking. She laughs and pushes him. I see that they're both flirting. I smile. I look at corbyn and he looks at me. "Great show tonight." I said, trying to be confident like Olivia. "Thank you! Glad you're feeling better to see it." He said. I smile. "I just needed to rest." I said. He nods. "You ready to party?" He asked. I laugh. "I don't do parties." I said. "You don't party?! Everyone parties!" Zach said. "Not everyone's an alcoholic like you." Jonah said. Zach pushes him and they start play fighting. Everyone laughs. "Well, lets get ready for the party! It's at Logan's house." Jack said. "Logan Paul?!" Olivia asked, excitedly. She loves him. "No Logan Henderson from Big Time Rush, YES Logan Paul." Zach said, jokingly. "You're really testing me today, Zach." Olivia said, laughing. He laughs. "Let's go! The party's already happening." Jonah said. We all get into the bus. "Let's go get changed and look cute." Olivia said. We go into the back room of the bus and change. I put on a short black dress and black and white vans. I don't wanna over dress. Olivia wears the same but a different color dress. I put on mascara and that's it. Olivia does the same. We walk out and the boys are all ready. Corbyn stares at me with a grin as I walk out. I start to feel self conscious. "Was this dress a bad idea?" I asked him as he just stares at it. "No. Definitely not." He said. All the boys look at him. He looks at them. "I mean, you look cool." He said. We all laugh. "No drinking tonight, guys." Tyler said. "We won't." Jack said. "Alright. Let's hit the road." Tyler said to the bus driver.