I had no idea where we were and honestly, I'm just happy the bus was stopped because in my rage I wouldn't have noticed if we were still moving. I heard thudding footsteps behind me and I just kept walking. Eventually, dad caught up to me. He still had no shirt on and just his grey pyjama pants.

"Bandit." He said sternly. I knew he would be curious about what happened between me and Frank but angry. No. He has no fucking right to be angry at me when he was hiding Frank and him from me and mom all this time.

"What?!" I stopped and spun around abruptly. "What the fuck do you want now dad?!"

"I want you to tell me how long you've been having sex with Frank. You are too young for that shit." He spat back.

"The day you found out I cut, asshole." I said, turning around and putting my clenched fists in my pockets, attempting to walk away.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around. "And when did you have time for that?!"

"When we were alone in the bathroom, dumbass!" I yelled in his face. "When did you have time for him to grope you in public?!"

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that again!" He yelled in m face, stepping over me, trying to intimidate me.

"And why not?!"

"Because I am your father and you should have respect for your elders." He said simply.

"You don't seem to get much respect when you were just exposed to be fucking your band mate for a steady 25 years despite you being married with a child." I said, venom completely coating my words. I expected him to say something back to me but all I got was a harsh slap across the face.

"I'm fucking done. Your not staying on tour with us anymore." He yelled in my face. I didn't even flinch when he slapped my face.

"Why?! So you can fuck Frank with more privacy?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at him. He slapped me so hard I fell to the ground with a thud. My head hit the pavement with a harsh crack. I propped myself up on one elbow and felt the back of my head. I looked at my hand to see sticky crimson liquid coating my hand.

I stood up as fast as I could without getting a head rush and walked calmly into the bus. I left dad outside the bus, angry as hell still with steam coming off him in the cold air.

i walked to the bathroom door, still hearing loud sobbing and knocked on the door. I was still holding the back of my head. It didn't hurt yet because of the adrenaline pumping though my body and I wanted to keep it that way. The door eventually opened up revealing a red and puffy eyed Frank. I pushed past him and into the bathroom where I found a white cloth and ran water over it. I held it to the back of my head, hoping the bleeding would stop.

"W-Wow, w-what the fuck h-happened?" Frank sniffled, watching me try to get all the blood off the back of my head and out of my hair.

"Mind your fucking business. Would you go get Uncle Mikey or Ray for me?" I said, still trying to control the blood. He left the bathroom and soon Uncle Mikey was in the door way.

"Uncle Mikey, could you please come and help me?" I asked, looking at him through the bathroom mirror.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as he took the cloth and looked through my hair. The bleeding had stopped by now because it wasn't even bad enough for stitches.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheek had two red handprints on it and and my white hair was probably red by now. I watched as Uncle Mikey sifted through my hair, careful to make sure all the blood was gone. "Bandit?"

"Oh, sorry. Dad slapped me twice and the second time I was knocked on the ground and hit the back of my head." his jaw dropped and he suddenly stopped with my hair and turned me around to look at my face.

"Holy shit." He gasped, his red hand covering his mouth automatically. "R-Ray?" He called.

i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Ray came in soon after his name was called and I looked at my feet. "Ray, look at Bandit's face."

He he took my chin and made me look up. I looked at Ray. His eyes grew wide and he grabbed my chin and examined the handprints. "And look at the back of her head too."

He slowly turned me around and gasped. Well shit, it must look worse then I thought. I felt him moving around my hair and I just watched Uncle Mikey through the mirror.

"Whoever the fuck did this to you is going to get fucking beat." he commented as he turned me back around and examined my cheek again. i chuckled at his comment. "What's funny."

"Dad did it." His eyes grew wider, but this time not only with surprise but rage. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened before he turned and walked out of the bathroom. He walked off the bus where dad was still and walked right up to him and smacked him on the back of the head.

"What the fuck, Ray?!" Dad yelled.

"You little shit. You fucking hit your daughter so hard she has a welt on her face. A fucking welt." Ray said through gritted teeth as I could tell he was holding back from literally killing my father.

"She was disrespecting me and I'm her father. What do you care?!" He hissed back. Ray slapped him hard across the face again.

"Disrespecting. DISRESPECTING?! HOW MUCH OF IT WAS FUCKING DISRESPECT OVER POINTING OUT HOW YOU DISRESPECTED YOURSELF WITH YOUR AFFAIR WITH FRANK?!" He spat. His words weren't just coated with venom. The were pure poison, piercing my fathers ears.

My dad's clenched features relaxed with guilt as he looked over to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled at him. He had an apologetic look on his face I wish I could slap off.

"F-Fuck." He said, walking over to me. I took a step back once he was close to me. He reached out his hand to touch my face but I flinched away from him. He pulled his hand back and his glossy eyes finally let go. He let out streams of tears before stepping back on the bus. I looked over to Ray and walked over and hugged him. He crouched down to my level and hugged me back while rubbing my back.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." He smiled back.

I walked over to uncle Mikey and hugged hi the same, but clenched onto his shirt for longer. Finally unable to hold it in any longer I let out soft tears. He picked me up and carried me on the bus, sitting down on the couch and holding me like he used to when I was littler. I eventually fell asleep, but before I closed my eyes I saw Frank's sorrowful face and the guilt of what I had said finally seeped in.

Notes

I'll have a really small update tomorrow morning (morning time for me) before I have to get to work, but until then, I love you xoxo.