Remember Me?

I shake my head
. "I--- I thought you were dead! YOURE DEAD!"
"No. I went missing." He said calmly.
"No! Why are you back?! I have my dad! let me be! LEAVE! " "Alia! Don't talk to your father that way!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" I yelled at him. "My dad is a drummer! He's alive! Not you!"
"He left you remember?! You said it yourself! You said you were never going to forgive him! Remember?!"
"He came back! I have him now and I'm not going to leave him! Leave me alone."
"Alia!"
"NO! LEAVE!" The bus door slams open.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR HER?! LEAVE!" Dani said and threw a pan at him, but missed by a few feet. I sink to my knees and start crying. "KITTY GO CALL UNCLE MIKE!" Kitty nods and goes running.
"Sweetie.. I'm sorry I lied." He said.
"GEY AWAY!" I yelled. "YOURE DEAD! YOUR'RE DEAD!" I kept on screaming. I kept staring at him and he stared at me back. Our eyes making contact. "LEAVE!" He shakes his head and goes back to the venue.
"Ali? Are you okay?" My real dad wraps his arms around me. "You're okay."
"I'm not okay.. I'm not okay. He's dead. He can't be here. He's dead." My whole body was shacking, and my breathing was out of control. "She's panicking. What happened?" He asked and held my hands.
"OMM's new tech came by and started to say things to Alia. She kept on screaming at the guy."
"New tech.. Got it." He picks me up and gets inside the bus.

He can't be alive. They told my adoptive mother he was gone. Dead. In ashes. He can't be here. He's six feet under the ground. No. No. No.

"Alia.. Try to breath please." I shake my head. "Please." I stared at my father's eyes and his eyes had panic written all over them. "Please." Somehow, I found his eyes smoothing, it's like I could calm myself with his eyes. I felt his fast heartbeat, slowly decrease and felt mine do the same. "Good." I continued to stare at his eyes. Just like I did when I was a baby. His face suddenly lights up and he smiles. "That's my little shining star." He moves the hair from my face, and wipes the tears
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Eight month old, Alia was uncontrollably crying. She didn't want her bottle, she didn't want the toys. She needed to be carried, by her dad.
"Where's Mike?" Vic asked himself. desperately listening at the two crying babies in the room. He couldn't control his own son's crying either. He was going ballistic! "If Tris was here this would have been so different." He said to himself. When the door opens, he runs to it. He knew Mike was here at this time. "THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE!" Vic said to his younger brother. Mike started to laugh as he sees Vic's tired face. "Where is she?" Mike asked for his daughter. Vic goes to retrieve the crying baby and hands her to Mike. "Hey.. It's okay. Daddy's here." He puts his index finger on her palm and she quickly wraps her fingers around it. Mike begins to swing his arms softly from side to side. "It's okay.. Don't cry beautiful." The baby makes eye contact with Mike and her cry lessen. "That's right.. Daddy's right here." Mike wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead. She wouldn't detach her eyes from his. "That's my little shining star." He smiles.
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"You good?" He asks and I nod. He kisses my temple. "Want me to go talk to this guy." I quickly shake my head.
"Don't! He's going to do anything in power to take me away from you!" I said, quickly, and panicky.
"Hey. No one is going to take you from me okay? I won't let that happen, not anymore." He says.. His eyes still soft. "Okay."
"Don't go out. Stephan and the girls will stay here. I'll back when the set is over." I nod and he smiles and leaves.

Why does HE have to be here? I just had everything perfect.

Notes

DUN DUN DUN!!!!