Unpredictable • cth

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Ella

Truthfully, I can't tell you how we ended up here.

I am currently standing in between the barricade of the stage and the swelling crowd of fans, pushing forward against my back. Ryder was holding me tightly against his chest but Uncle Luke called him back a few minutes ago so now Mia and I are currently being yelled at from all directions, as well as being grabbed and tossed around by the fans in arms reach.

It was like the big show stopper to my fathers birthday, they play a massive as all hell show for one night only in LA and off they go to New York. So everyone excerpt for Aunt Crystal -who has month old twins at home- are here, cheering and anticipating the arrival of our fathers on stage.

I was probably the only out one out as far as the rock scene went, not really feeling the same rush that my father and his beat friends felt when they heard the screams of millions of fans. I used to love it, in fact I would beg to just creep out to the edge of the stage to see the massive crowds yell my fathers name. Now I felt extra paranoid just the sounds of the shouts coming from behind me, though it was my fathers felt that I overthought the entire thing.

When I hit the rip age of 13, without my mom around Calum Thomas Hood thought that it was the right time to have a "talk" with his very susceptible daughter. That same night he had a very large show at the Staples Center for an award show which of course the children were going to like we always did, and I had an awful night thinking every stranger who was of the male sex was going to try and use his "uncontrollable urges" -as my father said- on me.

Aunt Sierra had to come back in and fix all the wrong my father explained, telling me that not everyman that is unfamiliar to me will try and throw himself in my direction. Along with the fact that my father was just trying to scare me out of dating boys by making me think I'll get pregnant by the near sight of them. Which didn't work when he said it obviously but he tried.

So even though I'm fully aware I'm safe with many, many security guards around me and my father standing just above me on the stage, I still get very nervous. I do better in smaller venues, in places were  I know where everything is or can see the back of the row of fans. I sound paranoid, I'm fully aware but especially after the December incident- the one where Mia snuck the four of us into a sketchy as hell venue- I have been on extra edge even if my father knows i'm here.

So moral of the story is my father freaked out a prepubescent teenage girl about the men of the world and now he questions why she's so scared of everyman who grabs at her coat tails when she's walking the barricade. Though he shouldn't be talking since the last time someone tried to grab my hoodie because he thought it was his own daughter who had jumped the barrier, my father beat his face to pulp until Uncle Ash stopped him.

I shook my head back into reality as I stared aimlessly at the dark stage, the only instrument in sight being Uncle Ash's drums which were glowing red. I titled my head farther to the side looking over at Mia who was talking the ear off an uninterested security guard, most likely about her love life due to his odd facial expressions being made.

Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, her body covered in some silk like dress that Aunt Crystal bought either of us, with her normal high top converse gracing the entirety of the grunge chic look. Her green eyes flicked to mine briefly before the security guard said something that caught her full attention and she continued to drone on over something.

My eyes started to the scan the room now, never turning around as the sea of fans scared the living life out of me and if they saw that Calum Hood's daughter was standing in arms reach they simply would not back down. So I looked around until a very tall and muscular body caught my attention, one belonging to no one other than Caleb Irwin sitting peacefully at the edge of the stage.