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Oh man...I really hope you update. This is a REALLY good story. I like the different perspective you took, not to mentin you're a candid writer 
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At the hospital, I was under a lot of pressure to tell the truth. Finally, I told them that I was being bullied at school. And what with the way bullying is and always will be a problem, that was the story they bought.
Although I was unhappy at home, I figured I would stick it out for the Reload tour coming up.
Dad never went as far as he did with the abuse again. He actually started acting kind of funny, not wanting to talk to me, but that was better than yelling at me all the time. I sensed that maybe he had realized that he had gone too far.
Francesca didn't talk to me as much either, and with time I wondered which was worse - them being horrible to me or giving me the silent treatment.
Maybe Kirk and Lani figured that since the abuse wasn't continuing, that they didn't need to call the police. I knew that it probably wasn't worth jeopardizing the band, anyway, and I just let life go on. I never discussed the matter with Kirk or Lani again (or Jason for that matter).
The week before the Reload tour, I happily withdrew from my classes at Sunrise Elementary School. I didn't have any friends there. As a matter of fact, Terry Taylor, Dorie Maynard, and Richard Brighton all stared at me funny when they saw me getting something signed by the teacher. But when the teacher explained to everybody that I was leaving to go on tour with my father, everybody seemed to be trying their hardest not to jump up and cheer. They all had smug smiles on their faces.
When I left the room, Terry, Dorie and Rich all slapped each other high-fives. I hated this school and all the people here.
Dad hired a new tutor for me. She was an old lady named Ms. Hitchens, and she'd be going on the road with us. She wasn't very nice. Under my breath I called her Ms. *****ens.
"Why can't you read?" she demanded, flat out, while we were alone in the house and Dad was talking about the tour at Uncle Lars's house with the bandmates and some other people (I can't remember who).
"Um, I don't know."
"How old are you?"
"Eight."
"Nine in July," she snapped at me (if she knew, why the hell did she ask?)
"We're going to crack down when we get out there on tour," she informed me. When we were done with the lesson, I still had to listen to her. She rambled on about how she had never been out of California, and this was her chance, because she was dying to see Paris.
"I HAVE to see Paris before I die," she told me, "And I'm gonna die soon, I know. I'm seventy-five years old."
Sheesh, some people need to learn when to quit, right?
"We won't be in Paris long," I replied. "It'll be for the show, then we'll move on to the next town."
"I just want to see Paris! I don't care how brief it is!" she snarled.
The subject was dropped right there. I didn't care if this woman was an old hag. I'd still have Uncle Kirk, and Aunt Lani, and Uncle Jason with me while we were on the road, and she was not going to get in my way of having a good time with them!
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Lani became my aunt by then because she had married Uncle Kirk in Hawaii. Dad, Francesca and I had attended the wedding, and I got to be the ring bearer!
Being the ring bearer was fun. I hadn't gotten to do anything at Dad and Francesca's wedding.
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Despite Ms. Hitchens, I had a great time back out on the road again. Dad and Francesca didn't talk to me much but they weren't mean to me either. I spent a lot of time hanging out with Uncle Kirk after hours (hitting the town and exploring) or taking bass lessons from Uncle Jason.
We got to Paris in June, to Ms. Hitchens's happiness. That same day, Francesca had to go to hospital. I knew that the baby must be on its way.
It happened after the show was over, right in the middle of the night. Dad woke me up and hissed bluntly, "Francesca and I are going to hospital. You're to stay in Uncle Kirk's suite. It has a fold-out bed."
Bleary eyed and groggy, I did as I was told.
"Are you excited?" I remember Kirk asking me.
"I don't care. I just want to sleep," I answered, and he tucked me into the fold-out bed.
The next day, I felt two hands shoving me awake. It was Ms. Hitchens, out of all people!
"Ryan! Your sister was born right here in beautiful Paris, isn't it wonderful?" she chirped.
I looked at my watch. It was six in the morning. A girl. Great. Now could I go back to bed?
But Uncle Kirk was already up, which said something, didn't it?
I groaned, yawned, and cracked my knuckles. I didn't dislike the thought of having a half-sibling. But I didn't really care, either. I didn't care about any of them. What I cared about was sleep!
Apparently they were still in hospital. The tour was being postponed by one day, so we would stay in Paris for one more day, much to Ms. Hitchens's delight.
"Let's get some breakfast," Aunt Lani said. I hadn't even seen her walk into the living room.
We all went down to the hotel restaurant and ate. I was actually kind of nervous. All of a sudden I had a sister, just like that. I didn't even know her name - and I didn't ask. That could wait.
Uncle Lars was already at the hospital. He had already been declared to be her godfather.
I never knew where Uncle Jason was. He didn't come with us to the hospital.
When we got there, I was still half-asleep and in a haze. We entered the room they were in, and I heard her crying.
I sat down in a chair nearest the door.
Dad was smiling. I hadn't seen him smile in a long time, I realized. Had he smiled when I was born? I'd never know.
"Cali Tee," he told me.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked him, still half-asleep. Was he offering me some Californian tea to wake me up?
"Cali Tee is what we have named her."
Huh? He had to be joking, right? I said nothing.
The nurse walked in. "You must be Big Brother Ryan," she greeted me. "Would you like to hold her?"
"Um, sure," I replied. I felt completely neutral about this.
The little girl was placed in my arms. In my opinion she looked just like Dad, with her almondish shaped blue eyes and thin lips. How come his genes were so strong in her but they barely showed up in me?
I guess she was kind of cute. But I couldn't bring myself to feel the kind of love for her that Dad and Francesca did. I convinced myself that it was because she was only half related to me, and that when I had my own kid I would be just as happy as Dad and Francesca were. It had to be.
"Well?" Dad's voice interrupted my thoughts.
I didn't know what to say. I wasn't happy nor unhappy. I felt monotone. Everything was just happening, just like everything else was happening in the world.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Something good finally happens in this family and that's the most enthusiasm you can show?" he snapped as he gathered her back into his arms.
Something good finally happened in the family. Even though I didn't like him and was trying not to care about him, those words still stung a little. Was I not good enough? Or was it because I wasn't part of his new family with Francesca?
All I knew was that nothing made sense at that point.
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EEEEEEEEE ya updated! woohoo! adn it was GOOD! (duh, all your writing is good lol) sorry weird mood today!
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I totally enjoyed that!!. At leastRyan isn't still copping it!!. Great update sweet, can wait for more. Have a k!.
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I really...I mean I like this fic but it's so sad that James is such an ass. 
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more? pweese? lol
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After Cali's band got the record deal, it wasn't long until they were recording their first album, "Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get". Dad was with her in the studio every second of the day, leaving Mom to handle Marcella and me.
He was always there for Cali, his favorite, and never there for us, I thought bitterly.
But that meant one good thing. With the help of Josh and Tyler, the other two boys I had seen at the dance studio when Cali was there, I convinced Mom to let me take ballet lessons there with them.
"Don't you dare let your father find out," she told me.
"Of course not," I said immediately. I would have to be crazy to tell him!
"And don't tell Cella, either. She'll blab to somebody about it. I won't let her find out if you won't."
"Thanks, Mom." I was like Dad - not much of a hugger. But for the first time in a long time, I did hug her. For once I didn't feel isolated.
I can't tell you how much I love to dance. It's just as great as playing bass, just in a different way. With bass you can pound out your anger and aggression. But when you dance, the whole world drops away, and you feel like you're floating away to a world of your own. It was an escape from the harsh reality, and I loved it.
Life was good without Dad and Cali at home, actually. They spent all day long in the studio and came home at eight or nine each night. Cali stopped attending Livingston Elementary and a tutor was assigned to her, Carl, and Myles in the studio. So school was great too because she wasn't there to bully me.
Mindy, Josh and Tyler came over all the time, and it felt great. I had friends, and we could play any of the video games we wanted to all day long. Marcella usually joined in. But when Josh and Tyler and I practiced any dance moves, we had to make sure she was outside of the room and that the door was locked. I couldn't risk her telling Dad as much as I loved her and considered her to be a friend. When she was old enough not to squeal, I'd tell her about it.
On May 18, I turned nine, and Cali and the band began their first tour. I couldn't believe how fast everything was moving for these people!
All the attention was on Cali. Dad nearly forgot that it was my birthday. He was wiping at his eyes, which were growing moist, with a handkerchief that Mom had embroidered for him. Then, he said, "I'm going with her."
"What?" Mom cried. "I thought-"
"The arrangements can easily be changed. I am going with my girl."
I thought that Cali would want her freedom and space. After all, the tutor was getting paid extra and they had some bodyguards to watch them too. But Cali thought it was great that Dad was going along.
So did I. The house would be peaceful and serene for MONTHS. No Dad, no Cali, no Myles. Layne was at his mom's house for the summer.
Uncle Kirk was invited over a lot more than he was when Dad was here. That to me was weird. But then I noticed that Mom was getting a strange sparkle in her eye whenever he came over. I may have only been nine, but something was up. I could tell that she liked him kind of like the way I liked Lani, and that couldn't be good. At least I wasn't married - though Lani was of course.
Uncle Kirk probably figured it was for my sake. He didn't show the same interest in Mom as she did in him. We'd often end up leaving and going to his place to cook and jam. I showed him my dance moves. Mom had told him that my taking ballet was a secret we were keeping from Dad.
Kirk had seemed to have found that weird, but he had just nodded, and congratulated me on my success in dancing.
One day I was forthright with Mom. "Mom, do you like Uncle Kirk?" I asked when Marcella was upstairs taking a shower. She tended to take forever in the shower, so now was the time to ask.
"As a friend? Absolutely," was her reply.
I didn't believe her, but I didn't question any more, either. I wasn't sure what to say.
One night we were all having dinner and Uncle Kirk phoned. Apparently I had left one of my bass pedals over his house.
"Well, why don't you bring it over and join us for dinner?" Mom suggested.
He did just that. And when he settled down and began to eat, Mom commented that he was such a kind, gentle man, who was good with children.
"Kids love you. Ryan did, and so does Castor and Marcella. Such a shame that you don't have any of your own," she told him.
"Well, whether I do have any or not, I'm just glad that I have made others happy," Uncle Kirk said.
I wished Mom would stop acting all gushy around him. Cali had once used the term flirting to describe the way Carl was acting towards a girl once, and it seemed to be the right word for the way Mom was acting around Kirk.
I guess she realized that she wasn't getting anywhere though, 'cos she stopped after a while. I was glad, because I didn't want Uncle Kirk or Aunt Lani to be mad. I loved them both and couldn't bear losing either one of them.
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yaye! you updated!!!! and another good one!
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hehe Great update like always! 