Wounded Secrets

I woke up, not really remembering falling asleep, and immediately smelt coffee. I sat up and quickly changed and brushed my hair in my bunk before jumping out and running to the kitchen.

"Morning Bandit." Ray yawned.

"Morning." I smiled as I got myself a cup of coffee. "What's up today?"

"Nothing too specail, just the regular show then back on the bus." He said, staring intently into his coffee.

"That coffee sure looks interesting." I giggled.

"Oh, sorry, I just didn't sleep too well." He replied, hardly looking up from his coffee.

"I'm sorry, Ray." I sighed, taking another sip of my coffee.

It was quiet for a while. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, so I just kept it that way. Eventually I had to pee, so I put my , now empty, coffee mug down and ran to the bathroom. I quickly peed, washed my hands, face and brushed my teeth.

"Bandit, are you almost done?" Uncle Mikey knocked on the door.

"I'm done." I said before I opened the door and stepped out.

"Thank you." He mumbled before stepping around me and shutting the door in my face. Well, what's gotten to him? Jeez.

I walked into the living space and sat beside my dad, trying to see what he was drawing. There wasn't much on the page since he had just started, so I watched him slowly sketch out little doodles.

"Bandit?" He asked after about an hour.

"Mhm?" I hummed in response as I felt the bus stop.

"Are you comin to this show, or staying on the bus?" He asked trying to stand up. Wait, what time is it?

"Um, I guess I'll just stay on the bus." I said slowly. I pulled out my phone to see it was already 8 PM.

"Okay." He moved my bangs from my forehead and kissed it before standing up and walking towards the kitchen to Ray. Eventually Ray, Dad, and Uncle Mikey made it off the bus. Frank came into te living area and was about to leav when he saw me. He walked over and kissed me quickly before running off the bus to catch up with the guys. I smiled stupidly and pulled my phone from my pocket.

' Hey, Bandit. How's the tour? -Miles '
was the first thing displayed on my screen. I smiled since I hadn't talked to Miles in a while.

'Pretty good. How are you and the girls?' I sent back.

'We've been good. I've just been wanting to join the tour with you guys. :/ but dad keeps sayin no.'

'Thats sucks. But this bus is really cramped.'

'I know, I know, that's what he said. :('

'I'm sorry Miles. Maybe next time?'

'Maybe. Idk, but I have to go, bye. Xoxo'

'bye, xoxo'

Even if it was short and sweet, it was good to talk to Miles again. He went though a lot when Frank as Jamia got a divorce and I felt kind of bad for him. My eyes started to droop as I turned the tv to the kids shows again. I watched about 5 minutes of an old show called 'Oswald' before I fell asleep on the couch.

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My eyes fluttered open just enough to see where I was and why I was swaying slightly. I looked up into Dad's face. I snuggled into his chest and tugged on his shirt like I did when I was younger. He stopped walking and looked down at me with tears in his eyes. I opened my eyes fully now and looked into his eyes with concern.

"Dad, what's wrong?" He sat back on the couch where I must have been sleeping. I wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his cheeks.

"I-It's… nothing. I'm fine." I took his face in my hands and looked him strait in the eyes.

"Dad. What's wrong." I said in a stern tone.

B-Bandit. Please." He said, his voice was strained like he was on the edge of having a complete breakdown.

I hugged hum him tightly and felt streams of tears falling down my back and heard dad's soft whimpers. I couldn't help but shed a tear because I had never seen him like this.

After about 30 minutes of Dad crying I pulled away to look at his face. I wiped all his tears off with my sleeves and moved his hair and kissed his forehead. He smiled and hugged me again. I stood up and took his hand and pulled him up. I pulled him close to me in a side hug and walked him to his bunk. He climbed in and I tucked him in and kissed his forehead again.

I was about to leave when dad grabbed my wrist. "B-Bandit?" I turned back to him and saw he was still crying. "C-Could you just stay here?"

"Of course." I said. I climbed into his bunk with him and snuggled into him, hugging him tightly. His head rested on top of mine and he kissed the top of my head before his breathing steadied and I knew he fell asleep. I quietly snuck out of his bunk, kissing his cheek, before going into the kitchen.

"Hey." Uncle Mikey said as I walked in.

"Hi uncle Mikey." I sighed.

"What's wrong?" He looked up from his phone.

"Do you know what's wrong with dad?" I asked after a minute of sadness.

"Oh, no, what happened?" He looked concerned for a second.

"Oh, nothing. Just, did anything happen while you guys were at the show?" I asked, sitting across the table from him.

"Well, he had a Frerard moment or two with Frank on stage. And when we came back to the bus, someone called him and honestly, I didn't know he got back on the bus." He shrugged his shoulders. I sighed at looked at my feet.

"Okay. Thank you." I got up and gave him a hug.

"Goodnight." He said.

"Night, love you."

i walked back to Dad's bunk and grabbed his phone. I looked at the recent calls. Mom had called earlier tonight. I quickly put his phone back before I clambered into bed.

Notes

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