Twisted Life

Crissie’s Point Of View

I was angry. I was boiling mad. First I was lied to for almost 18 years about who my father was, then my real father doesn’t have enough time to pick up his beloved daughter from the airport? Really, how important am I then? I was shaking as I approached the door to the dressing room which held the 5 men of my dreams, along with father dearest. I tried to compose myself as I balled my fist to knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, I finally knocked 3 times. All too quickly my father appeared on the other side. I tried my best to smile, but it most definitely came out as a scowl. What can I say, I’m pissed.

“Crissie.” He spoke in almost a whisper as he looked at me in person for the first time in almost 18 years.

“Pauly.” I retorted in a mocking tone. I heard snickers behind him and he ushered me backwards and away from the door as he closed it. When it was just him and I, I finally took him in. He was a tall man with significantly large muscles. Almost intimidating. Just by looking at him I could tell where I got my eyes from. Same shape, colour; everything. I never thought I looked like my real father, so this was like a missing puzzle piece. The difference between us, though, was our hair. His hair was a dark brown, whereas mine is naturally a dark red, but I’ve been dying it blonde for quite a while now.
I finally broke the awkward silence.

“It was nice to see you at the airport.” He was taken aback by my sudden snap of sarcasm.
“I’m sorry, Crissie. I couldn’t exactly just leave these boys on their own. Please, don’t be mad. I don’t want us to be off to a bad start already.”
“You don’t want us to be off to a bad start?” I snapped. Bottled up anger was about to explode and I was going to attempt to do it in the calmest way possible. “You abandoned me in a foreign place with a stranger to pick me up. Like I wasn’t already terrified to be here and meet you, but I have to be picked up by someone else I don’t know? Yeah that definitely sounds like a peachy start doesn’t it.” I could tell what I said hit him hard. His face softened and he hung his head.

“Listen, please. I’m sorry and I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to make up for all those years that I missed. I wanted to be there for you since day 1 but your mom wouldn’t let me. I wanted to spoil you and treat you like a princess but I wasn’t able to. I’m not going to let anything stop me now, though. I want to get to know my beautiful daughter.” Well would you look at that? Paul Higgins is a softy. He stretched his arms out for a hug and I accepted. As weird as it was to be hugging a stranger, it felt right to be there. I felt that father daughter connection that I always felt missing.

“These boys need to get ready for their show, though. We can go to dinner and talk after though, if that’s alright with you?” He seemed almost apprehensive asking this question, but I wasn’t about to turn down food.
“That’s perfectly fine with me. I’ll just go back to the hotel and wait until everything’s over.” I said with a smile and turned to walk out the way I came. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“I was thinking, maybe you’d want to stay and watch the show from backstage?” If Paul was trying to buy my love, this was surely a good way of going about it

The show was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had. I was shaking and over the moon the whole time. It was the first time I’ve seen One Direction live, and it was from backstage. Seeing them and how the crowd reacted to them was breathtaking. My bliss was cut short, however, as Paul ushered me to leave before the boys came out, claiming it wasn’t the right time for us to be acquainted quite yet. Dinner was a lot less awkward than I thought it would be. It started out with small talk and him asking a lot of questions about myself, and ended with laughter and jokes. Paul was an easy person to get along with. I found myself being less and less angry with him as the night went on. It wasn’t his fault that he was cut out of my life. He really tried to contact me and get to know me but my mother didn’t think that was right I guess.

“So, do you have any other siblings?” Paul’s question was my most dreaded.
“Yeah, I have a younger brother.”
“You don’t sound too pleased about that.” His smile slid to a frown at my answer.
“Well, my parents treat him with more love and respect. I can kind of understand now, though. He’s their legitimate child. Obviously my dad would give him more love than the one night stand mistake that he had to pretend to be the creator of.”
“Listen,” Paul slid his hand across the table to grab mine. “You are not a mistake. No matter what anyone says, or what anyone thinks, you are a blessing. Waking up to know I have a beautiful daughter is what has gotten me through some tough times. Don’t ever think you aren’t loved, alright?” I couldn’t help but smile at the compassion Paul was showing me. It felt nice to be shown love for once. We packed up our left over meals and headed out to his car.

It wasn’t a long drive back to the hotel, maybe 5 minutes. We spent that time just listening to the radio and enjoying each other’s company. Paul and I snuck through the back to get into the hotel without capturing the attention of any One Direction fans. I found it funny how much they loved Paul. They had such cute names for their fandom for him, such as the Higginator’s. Paul and I said our goodnights.
“I’ll come get you around noon tomorrow and you can come see what I do for a living, if that’s alright? Maybe you can even meet the boys. If not then, you’ll surely meet them at dinner.” I nodded, trying to contain my excitement of meeting my favourite band. With that, he pulled me into a hug and left a kiss on the top of my head. When I was released, I slid my room key to unlock the door and slid into my room. After I changed, brushed my teeth and washed my face, I got into my comfy bed. I picked up my cell phone from the bed side table and quickly sent a text to Kristyn, informing her of the day’s events. Things weren’t as bad as I was expecting, and tomorrow was looking to be even better.