Daughter of A Rockstar

As soon as we heard my dad talking we headed towards the side of the stage to see what was going on.
“This next song is called Warmness On The Soul and I would like to dedicate it to someone who means the world to me, Paris Jacobs this is for you baby.” Just as those words slipped from my dad's lips I literally felt my heart shatter into a million and one pieces.
"I guess I know who he picked now," I barely spoke in a whisper as tears began to gently slip from my overly glossy eyes. Just before I hit hysterics my mood was raised just a little.
“Well, the rest of the band would like to dedicate this song to one special little girl who is our world and more” Matt smiled into the microphone slipping a small little wink my way. I couldn't help but crack a big smile as Matt called me onto the stage.
“Besides you too Kimmy baby” Johnny added in and we couldn't help but start laughing. The fact that Johnny really loves Kimmy just like how Zacky really loves my Auntie added on to my smile even more.
“We don’t know about Gates here, but you are our world, we love you just as much as we love seeing that little glint in your eyes every time we're all together or that infamous smirk you crack whenever you, Jimmy, and Johnny are up to no good” Zacky laughed giving me a playful nudge.
“Happy 14th Birthday Ayden, we love you so much baby girl” they all said in union but my dad and tackled me into the middle of a large group hug.
Well, i mean the world to my uncles but I mean nothing to my dad anymore and that still really hurts me... badly. Me, Rory, Mel and Kimmy hung out in the guys' dressing room until they said their good-byes' and came to join us. Just as they walked in my "dad" started walking towards straight towards me with saddened eyes.
“Happy birthday” he said softly rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. If he thinks I am going to accept it and let it slide then he is sadly mistaken. I'm not THAT stupid. He's done too much damage already to make it all better with just two words that aren't even an apology.
“Yeah well thanks to you hating me this birthday was almost the worst birthday I could possibly have” I spat shooting daggers at him. If it weren't for my uncles and aunts then it would have been the ultimate worst birthday in history.
“What? I don’t hate you, I love you” he said looking bewildered. That bullshit doesn’t work on me though. He couldn't possibly mean that after all he's done.
“Yeah well if you loved me so much you wouldn’t be with her because she has been nothing but a bitch to me when you are not looking. If you loved me so much you would have remembered my birthday! Even some guy that I just met knew it was my birthday because he at least cared enough to find out. If you loved me so much I would be the person that was the world to you but apparently I am nothing to you now” I spat once again in his face as tears started to rim my eyes. Before my dad could reply the door swung open and then it seemed as if ALMOST all my problems had disappeared.
“Mommy!” I screeched as I saw my mommy and step-dad take a step into the room. I ran full speed and leaped into my mom's arms. Those tears that were building up were now releasing down my face but now, from happiness. I miss being in her arms so much. I know I have Auntie Colleen, Kimmy, Mel and now Rory in my life but I will always and forever need my mommy. No one could take the place of my mother and the love I have for her.
“Hey baby girl, I missed you so much baby and happy birthday angel” my mom whispered to me smashing multiple kisses to my head. I felt hot liquid on my head indicating that my mom was too crying like me and then she pulled away still grasping tightly onto me proved she was as she stared into my eyes. My mother just radiates beauty with her long black wavy hair, hazel green eyes, and very tone body that no mother ever has. The stud on the bottom left section of her lip and barbell through her right eyebrow; also separated her from any o'l mother. Mother also still looks way younger than her true age of 25. If anything she looks like she would be my big sister instead.
“Thanks mommy” I grinned causing her to grab my face and place a kiss on my lips.
"You are just too gorgeous baby girl," she awed taking in my appearance then grasping my chin in her hand placing multiply quick kisses on my left cheek.
"It's only been a couple months mom!" I laughed as she seized me into the tightest bear hug I could possibly be given.
“So is your dad being an ass to you?” she asked me pulling away enough to wrap her arm around my shoulder and send a warning glare at my dad. I just gave a little nod while looking down at the floor.
“Well lets party first and then deal with this. I want you to be happy right now, not sad” my mom grinned at me while shaking me. I smiled at my mom. She is a total teen at heart. She then dragged me to everyone else but a thought just struck me. I haven’t said hi to Stephen yet! Shoot! Once we got to the couches I turned smiling to see Stephen with my signature sly smirk.
“Aww…did I forget my favorite step daddy?” I cooed as I walked over to him.
“Yes and I am your only step daddy” he laughed opening his arms and enfolded me in them.
“Well then it looks like you don’t have very much competition then, does it?” I giggled as he hugged me even tighter.
“Happy birthday angel” he whispered kissing my head and sat me in his lap.
We hung out for a bit having fun and talking. I did my best to try and ignore my dad and Paris just sating in the corner secluding themselves.
“So Brian, how is it being the father of such a wonderful daughter?” my mom asked my dad as she pinched my left cheek.
“Ummm…its challenging but good” he said nodding to every word causing me to just scoff.
“How is it challenging, it’s not like you are always there to help me and be much of a dad” I jeered glaring straight at him.
“Yes I am. I am always there for you and I think I'm one hell of a dad” he spoke in his defense looking back at me with intensity.
“No you’re not, you’re always there for her” I told him slightly raising my voice and pointing at his slut. Paris just threw at smirk my way and by my mother's next actions, I'm guessing she noticed.
Uh oh....