Dad?

I wasn't just crying because I possibly broke my hand. I was crying because I let my mom down and now I was alone. Pathetic, right?

I sat there for hours just crying until I heard footsteps followed by laughter . I quickly quieted down and tried to not be noticed, which seemed easy, but it wasn't.

”That was probably the best show we've ever done.”

”I totally agree especially when- whoa guys, look.” I looked up to see 4 men standing not too far away, staring right at me. Oh no.

"What are you doing out here?" The shortest one asked with concern fully evident in his voice. When I didn't answer, they came closer. I tried to move back but failed when I felt my back hit the brick wall.

”Hey, it’s okay. We aren't going to hurt you.” The one with spiky hair said before squatting in front of me. "My name is Jaime, what's yours?" Jaime, that name it’s so familiar, but from where.

"Daniella" I whispered hoping they wouldn't hear me, but they did.

"That's a beautiful name. These are my friends Mike, Tony, and Vic." He smiled and pointed to the other three..

"Hi." I said quietly. I was never one to really talk to people unless they were very close to me.

"Well Daniella, your hand looks pretty beat up, mind if I take a look at it?" Mike asked.

I slowly nodded since I was slowly becoming aware of the pain radiating from my hand and to say the least, it hurt like a motherfucker.

He slowly walked over and looked at my hand.

"Well, Im pretty sure you broke or at least fractured it." He sighed and let go of my hand.Oh joy.

"If you want I can wrap it up for you." I nodded and slowly stood up. They grabbed my bags, and I followed them to their tour bus? Wait a second. Jaime......Mike.....Vic...and Tony.....oh shit.

"You can sit right there." Mike said as he pointed to the couch I sat down and watched as he got a first aid kit out of the cabinet and sat in front of me
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As he wrapped my hand the others asked me questions.

"So Daniella were you at the show tonight?" Tony asked

I shook my head.

"Then why were you sitting outside the arena?"

"I lost my ticket and backstage passes" I said quietly.

"Then why didn't you call your parents to come get you." Vic asked

I debated on lying but knew it would only come back to bite me in the ass later on.

"Well uhmm, my mum actually gave me the tickets, and she's still in London. And well my dad, he's not in the picture." I said looking at Jaime.

"Oh"

"Yeah….."

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