All Your Hate
Mom and Dad
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered, not able to believe my eyes.
"Your what?" Andy asked, his eyes going wide as well, turning to look at the two adults that I hadn't seen in years. I was frozen, sitting there, I couldn't say or do anything.
"Uh, what's going on? Am I missing something?" CC asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
"You know what guys, why don't we go... see if there are any fans still outside?" Andy suggested, looking at all the others. Alexa caught on, she was the only other one of the group that knew about the situation with my parents.
"Yeah guys, let's go!" she said quietly, grabbing Ash's hand and making the others leave the room. Andy gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and mouthed 'you'll be fine' before closing the door, leaving me alone with my mom and dad.
"So... how are you, Scarlette?" asked my mom, looking at me almost as if she was unsure she was talking to her daughter. Fair enough, last time I saw her I didn't have violet hair and tattoos on my arms. I had gotten a few recently, just little ones on my wrist and hands.
"I'm great," I replied shortly, kind of annoyed that they just suddenly showed up and acted like nothing was wrong.
"Right. Er... so...." my father started to say, but not finishing his sentence.
"How'd you find me?" I blurted out, curiousity getting the best of me.
"Oh. Well, when you left for LA all those years ago, we decided to leave as well. We've been here in San Fransisco for the past few months, so we found out you guys were playing tonight, we... decided to come watch," my mother said.
"And how did you know that this is my band?" I questioned.
"We found out a couple of weeks ago. We've been... keeping track of the tour dates and locations. Honey, we haven't seen you in so long, and we-"
"Hold on," I interrupted. "It's been four years since I left, mom. I'm 21 years old, not 17. You haven't tried to speak to me or contact me in four years. It's almost as if I haven't had a family for four years. Even before I left, you guys weren't supportive of me at all. I knew from when I was about 13 that I wasn't going to do what you wanted me to do because I couldn't live the way you've lived your lives. And you didn't care. These people, the ones that walked through that door about 5 minutes ago, are more like my family than you ever were. I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said, feeling the tears start to form as I headed for the door, bursting it open and sprinting out into the night, trying to escape.
I kept running until I was a couple of blocks away, not really sure of where I was going. I saw a park and went to the bench there, sinking down onto it and curling up into a ball, trying to calm down.
10 minutes later, I felt someone's arms pull me closer to them, holding me tightly. I smelt a familiar smell - mint and nicotine.
"Andy..." I whispered, choking on tears again.
"Shhh Scar, it's gonna be okay," he said softly, stroking my hair. "Tell me what happened?"
I looked up at him, his worried eyes staring back at me.
"My parents happened," I said, sighing. "They show up after 4 years and expect me to act all happy, like nothing ever happened. They don't understand how hard life was for me without them, I was truly alone for so long with absolutely no one to help me when I needed it."
"Scar, they showed up for a reason. Maybe it was because they regret not supporting you, maybe they want to make it up to you. But you'll never know if you don't go back and talk to them," he said.
"How come you always know what to say?" I asked him. He just laughed and shook his head.
"Come on," he said, standing up and taking my hand.
"Andy?"
"Hm?"
"Can you come? I feel like it'll be easier if I'm not alone," I said nervously.
"Of course I can babe," he smiled, and we walked back until we reached the venue again.
My parents were still waiting in the backstage room where I had left them, sitting there, not really sure what to do.
"Mom, Dad?" I called, as they turned around.
"I'm sorry I ran out earlier. I was just... overwhelmed by seeing you again after so long. Can we talk?" I asked. They nodded.
"We have to get going now though, it's past midnight. What about lunch tomorrow?" suggested my mother. "We'll text you the place." She looked at Andy.
"Oh, right. Mom, Dad, this is Andy, my boyfriend," I said, and I saw that they were trying to be polite, but I knew them too well. They weren't exactly happy when they heard that.
"Oh, right, hello," said my mother, shaking his hand.
"Hi," he said, looking nervous, shaking my dad's hand as well.
"Well, if you'd like to join us, Andy, you're welcome to," my mom offered, and I looked at her surprised. It wasn't like her to invite others to come along with us, especially people covered in tattoos and warpaint.
Andy seemed taken aback as well. "Oh, okay," he said, messing with his hair. He always did that when he was nervous.
My parents said goodbye and then left, going to wherever their hotel was.
"That went... well," Andy said.
"Right. And tomorrow will be even better," I muttered sarcastically, not wanting to go. I knew the type of place they would pick out, probably the highest-class, most expensive restaurant they could find. They liked to show off their money which was one of the many things that I didn't like about them.
"Let's go back to the hotel and get some sleep, tomorrow will be fine," Andy told me.
"Are you sure you wanna go?" I asked. "You really don't have to."
"I do want to. Plus, I don't think you'd enjoy going alone too much," he said, and I smiled.
"Thanks, Andy."
"No problem Scar," he grinned.
*The Next Morning*
"Scarlette, wake up, it's past 11am," I heard Andy whisper in my ear. I groaned, remembering last night and today's plan. I stood up, feeling like a zombie, and stumbled over to the bathroom. I freshened up, changing into a skirt and a blouse - yes, a blouse - and did minimal light make up. No dark eyes, converse, and ripped up shirts today.
I opened the bathroom door and Andy looked me up and down, eyebrows raised.
"Are you going for a job interview?" he asked.
"Shut up," I whined. "My parents are annoying like that. This is how they expect me to dress."
"Wow," he said.
"You know, you really don't have to come with," I said, taking his hands.
"Yes I do. Now let me find some clothes that... don't really look like they belong to me," he pecked my cheek and looked through his suitcase, finding something and then going to the bathroom to change. 15 minutes later, I heard the door open.
"Damn Biersack, you clean up nice," I said, and he laughed.
"Will they approve?" he asked, trying to sound posh.
"They better. And if they don't, we're walking straight out of that restaurant and back here. Where we will proceed to get changed, and then go to some amusement park or something to forget about this whole lunch thing. Deal?"
"Deal," he grinned, as he took my hand and kissed it. "Shall we, Miss Moore?" he asked in a British accent.
"I thought that accent was saved for your Secret British Accent Society club?" I asked.
"So you have watched all of those interviews," he smirked.
"Nope, just a few. They're entertaining, I said, and he laughed.
"Yeah, well, maybe you're a part of that society?"
"Great," I said. "Come on, we gotta go now if we're gonna reach there on time."
*************************************
I was right. My parents had chosen the fanciest restaurant in all of San Fransisco.
"Jesus, how much money do your parents have?" Andy asked, looking at the place. "This thing is seriously expensive, even for a rockstar," he said.
"Well, this isn't typically the place where you would find a rockstar, now is it?" I asked, referring to the chandeliers, numerous people with judgemental looks on their faces because of our appearance, and classical music playing in the background.
"Scarlette, there you are," I heard my mother's voice from behind me. "Is this place alright?" she asked.
"Yeah mom, it's fine," I said, following her to our table. My mom sat down next to my dad and the two chairs opposite them were for Andy and I.
"Order whatever you'd like, we're paying," my mom said, smiling at me and him.
While we waited for our food to arrive, my parents started asking Andy questions, to get to know him more. I appreciated that they were at least giving him a chance.
"So, when did you start your band?" my dad asked.
"When I was 14 I was in my first band. I already knew from a really young age that this is what I wanted to do with my life," he said. I smiled, that's what I had said too.
"That's some dedication. That's a good quality to have," said my father. He admired it when people had a passion for something. I was glad that they seemed to be getting along.
"How long have you two been together?" asked my mother.
"Almost a year now, we got together about two months after this current tour that we're on started.," I replied.
"You seem very happy together," she said.
"We are," I smiled, taking Andy's hand under the table. He smiled at me.
After we finished lunch, we walked outside. "Scarlette, we want to talk to you for just a second," my dad said, looking at me. I looked at Andy.
"I'll be in the car, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, kissing his cheek.
"Goodbye Mr and Mrs Moore, it was great meeting you. Thank you for the lunch."
"It's no bother at all, Andy. And please, call me Rebecca," my mother smiled at him and my eyes widened. Why was she being so... nice?
He left and I was again left alone with them.
"Listen, Scarlette. I will admit, I had my doubts at first, but as we've gotten to know Andy..." my mom started.
"We've realized that he's a wonderful young man. And we're glad you two are happy together. He's intelligent and good for you. And another thing, we'd like to apologize. You don't know how much we regret not being there with you for the past 4 years. This is why we decided to do this, and get to know Andy as well. If you'd let us, we'd love to be a part of your life again, and support you more with this band of yours," my dad said.
"Honey, we are so proud of you. You've done what you wanted in life, and really, that's the best we could ask for. We saw how happy you looked on that stage. And now. That's all we want for you," my mom said. I walked to her and gave her a huge hug, a few happy tears escaping my eyes.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear those words, mom and dad. I've missed you so much. And of course I want you in my life, supporting me. I've been waiting for you to come back for so long," I said, laughing and wiping my eyes.
"Well, we'd better get going. We'll see you and Andy soon, I hope?" she asked.
"Of course. Bye mom, bye dad. I love you," I said.
"We love you too, sweetheart," my dad said, giving me another hug before they walked to their car, and I went to find Andy. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
"I'm guessing it went well?" he asked, smiling at my happiness.
"It went amazing. They like you, Andy," I said, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, I don't know what I'd do if they didn't approve of me," he said.
"Hey, if they didn't, I wouldn't care. We'd leave, go somewhere else. I'd choose you over anyone any day Andy. You're my world."
"I love you so much, Scarlette," he smiled, kissing my lips.
"I love you too Andy. More."
"Your what?" Andy asked, his eyes going wide as well, turning to look at the two adults that I hadn't seen in years. I was frozen, sitting there, I couldn't say or do anything.
"Uh, what's going on? Am I missing something?" CC asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
"You know what guys, why don't we go... see if there are any fans still outside?" Andy suggested, looking at all the others. Alexa caught on, she was the only other one of the group that knew about the situation with my parents.
"Yeah guys, let's go!" she said quietly, grabbing Ash's hand and making the others leave the room. Andy gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and mouthed 'you'll be fine' before closing the door, leaving me alone with my mom and dad.
"So... how are you, Scarlette?" asked my mom, looking at me almost as if she was unsure she was talking to her daughter. Fair enough, last time I saw her I didn't have violet hair and tattoos on my arms. I had gotten a few recently, just little ones on my wrist and hands.
"I'm great," I replied shortly, kind of annoyed that they just suddenly showed up and acted like nothing was wrong.
"Right. Er... so...." my father started to say, but not finishing his sentence.
"How'd you find me?" I blurted out, curiousity getting the best of me.
"Oh. Well, when you left for LA all those years ago, we decided to leave as well. We've been here in San Fransisco for the past few months, so we found out you guys were playing tonight, we... decided to come watch," my mother said.
"And how did you know that this is my band?" I questioned.
"We found out a couple of weeks ago. We've been... keeping track of the tour dates and locations. Honey, we haven't seen you in so long, and we-"
"Hold on," I interrupted. "It's been four years since I left, mom. I'm 21 years old, not 17. You haven't tried to speak to me or contact me in four years. It's almost as if I haven't had a family for four years. Even before I left, you guys weren't supportive of me at all. I knew from when I was about 13 that I wasn't going to do what you wanted me to do because I couldn't live the way you've lived your lives. And you didn't care. These people, the ones that walked through that door about 5 minutes ago, are more like my family than you ever were. I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said, feeling the tears start to form as I headed for the door, bursting it open and sprinting out into the night, trying to escape.
I kept running until I was a couple of blocks away, not really sure of where I was going. I saw a park and went to the bench there, sinking down onto it and curling up into a ball, trying to calm down.
10 minutes later, I felt someone's arms pull me closer to them, holding me tightly. I smelt a familiar smell - mint and nicotine.
"Andy..." I whispered, choking on tears again.
"Shhh Scar, it's gonna be okay," he said softly, stroking my hair. "Tell me what happened?"
I looked up at him, his worried eyes staring back at me.
"My parents happened," I said, sighing. "They show up after 4 years and expect me to act all happy, like nothing ever happened. They don't understand how hard life was for me without them, I was truly alone for so long with absolutely no one to help me when I needed it."
"Scar, they showed up for a reason. Maybe it was because they regret not supporting you, maybe they want to make it up to you. But you'll never know if you don't go back and talk to them," he said.
"How come you always know what to say?" I asked him. He just laughed and shook his head.
"Come on," he said, standing up and taking my hand.
"Andy?"
"Hm?"
"Can you come? I feel like it'll be easier if I'm not alone," I said nervously.
"Of course I can babe," he smiled, and we walked back until we reached the venue again.
My parents were still waiting in the backstage room where I had left them, sitting there, not really sure what to do.
"Mom, Dad?" I called, as they turned around.
"I'm sorry I ran out earlier. I was just... overwhelmed by seeing you again after so long. Can we talk?" I asked. They nodded.
"We have to get going now though, it's past midnight. What about lunch tomorrow?" suggested my mother. "We'll text you the place." She looked at Andy.
"Oh, right. Mom, Dad, this is Andy, my boyfriend," I said, and I saw that they were trying to be polite, but I knew them too well. They weren't exactly happy when they heard that.
"Oh, right, hello," said my mother, shaking his hand.
"Hi," he said, looking nervous, shaking my dad's hand as well.
"Well, if you'd like to join us, Andy, you're welcome to," my mom offered, and I looked at her surprised. It wasn't like her to invite others to come along with us, especially people covered in tattoos and warpaint.
Andy seemed taken aback as well. "Oh, okay," he said, messing with his hair. He always did that when he was nervous.
My parents said goodbye and then left, going to wherever their hotel was.
"That went... well," Andy said.
"Right. And tomorrow will be even better," I muttered sarcastically, not wanting to go. I knew the type of place they would pick out, probably the highest-class, most expensive restaurant they could find. They liked to show off their money which was one of the many things that I didn't like about them.
"Let's go back to the hotel and get some sleep, tomorrow will be fine," Andy told me.
"Are you sure you wanna go?" I asked. "You really don't have to."
"I do want to. Plus, I don't think you'd enjoy going alone too much," he said, and I smiled.
"Thanks, Andy."
"No problem Scar," he grinned.
*The Next Morning*
"Scarlette, wake up, it's past 11am," I heard Andy whisper in my ear. I groaned, remembering last night and today's plan. I stood up, feeling like a zombie, and stumbled over to the bathroom. I freshened up, changing into a skirt and a blouse - yes, a blouse - and did minimal light make up. No dark eyes, converse, and ripped up shirts today.
I opened the bathroom door and Andy looked me up and down, eyebrows raised.
"Are you going for a job interview?" he asked.
"Shut up," I whined. "My parents are annoying like that. This is how they expect me to dress."
"Wow," he said.
"You know, you really don't have to come with," I said, taking his hands.
"Yes I do. Now let me find some clothes that... don't really look like they belong to me," he pecked my cheek and looked through his suitcase, finding something and then going to the bathroom to change. 15 minutes later, I heard the door open.
"Damn Biersack, you clean up nice," I said, and he laughed.
"Will they approve?" he asked, trying to sound posh.
"They better. And if they don't, we're walking straight out of that restaurant and back here. Where we will proceed to get changed, and then go to some amusement park or something to forget about this whole lunch thing. Deal?"
"Deal," he grinned, as he took my hand and kissed it. "Shall we, Miss Moore?" he asked in a British accent.
"I thought that accent was saved for your Secret British Accent Society club?" I asked.
"So you have watched all of those interviews," he smirked.
"Nope, just a few. They're entertaining, I said, and he laughed.
"Yeah, well, maybe you're a part of that society?"
"Great," I said. "Come on, we gotta go now if we're gonna reach there on time."
*************************************
I was right. My parents had chosen the fanciest restaurant in all of San Fransisco.
"Jesus, how much money do your parents have?" Andy asked, looking at the place. "This thing is seriously expensive, even for a rockstar," he said.
"Well, this isn't typically the place where you would find a rockstar, now is it?" I asked, referring to the chandeliers, numerous people with judgemental looks on their faces because of our appearance, and classical music playing in the background.
"Scarlette, there you are," I heard my mother's voice from behind me. "Is this place alright?" she asked.
"Yeah mom, it's fine," I said, following her to our table. My mom sat down next to my dad and the two chairs opposite them were for Andy and I.
"Order whatever you'd like, we're paying," my mom said, smiling at me and him.
While we waited for our food to arrive, my parents started asking Andy questions, to get to know him more. I appreciated that they were at least giving him a chance.
"So, when did you start your band?" my dad asked.
"When I was 14 I was in my first band. I already knew from a really young age that this is what I wanted to do with my life," he said. I smiled, that's what I had said too.
"That's some dedication. That's a good quality to have," said my father. He admired it when people had a passion for something. I was glad that they seemed to be getting along.
"How long have you two been together?" asked my mother.
"Almost a year now, we got together about two months after this current tour that we're on started.," I replied.
"You seem very happy together," she said.
"We are," I smiled, taking Andy's hand under the table. He smiled at me.
After we finished lunch, we walked outside. "Scarlette, we want to talk to you for just a second," my dad said, looking at me. I looked at Andy.
"I'll be in the car, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, kissing his cheek.
"Goodbye Mr and Mrs Moore, it was great meeting you. Thank you for the lunch."
"It's no bother at all, Andy. And please, call me Rebecca," my mother smiled at him and my eyes widened. Why was she being so... nice?
He left and I was again left alone with them.
"Listen, Scarlette. I will admit, I had my doubts at first, but as we've gotten to know Andy..." my mom started.
"We've realized that he's a wonderful young man. And we're glad you two are happy together. He's intelligent and good for you. And another thing, we'd like to apologize. You don't know how much we regret not being there with you for the past 4 years. This is why we decided to do this, and get to know Andy as well. If you'd let us, we'd love to be a part of your life again, and support you more with this band of yours," my dad said.
"Honey, we are so proud of you. You've done what you wanted in life, and really, that's the best we could ask for. We saw how happy you looked on that stage. And now. That's all we want for you," my mom said. I walked to her and gave her a huge hug, a few happy tears escaping my eyes.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear those words, mom and dad. I've missed you so much. And of course I want you in my life, supporting me. I've been waiting for you to come back for so long," I said, laughing and wiping my eyes.
"Well, we'd better get going. We'll see you and Andy soon, I hope?" she asked.
"Of course. Bye mom, bye dad. I love you," I said.
"We love you too, sweetheart," my dad said, giving me another hug before they walked to their car, and I went to find Andy. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
"I'm guessing it went well?" he asked, smiling at my happiness.
"It went amazing. They like you, Andy," I said, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, I don't know what I'd do if they didn't approve of me," he said.
"Hey, if they didn't, I wouldn't care. We'd leave, go somewhere else. I'd choose you over anyone any day Andy. You're my world."
"I love you so much, Scarlette," he smiled, kissing my lips.
"I love you too Andy. More."
Notes
hope you guys liked this! finally Scarlette's parents are in the story :)i will update as soon as i can xx
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