Living With A Rock Star Dad, chapter 39

"Nothing has been taken up stairs. But your clothes are kinda destroyed," I said in a saddening tone.

In dad's room his wardrobe doors were wide open as shoe boxes holding photo's of him and his friends and me when I was child were all over the floor, some were even ripped. Memories destroyed by one, maybe even two people. How could they do that?.

Some of his clothes were still in the wardrobe but then most were thrown all over the place. His bed was destroyed as the feathers from the pillows were covering the bed and some of the clothes. The bulbs had been smashed and some framed photos on the wall had been smashed and ink was covering the faces that were in the frames. There was a photo of mum dad and me when we used to be together.

My room didn't look much better. CD player destroyed. TV smashed. Some of my clothes I had left in my dad's now look like random pieces of material.

I still feel happy deep down though.

1. Our presents for Frankito are still there unharmed. (Amazingly)
2. Nothing has been taken.
3. Nobody was hurt.

My dad sighed as he put the phone back on the lob sided table.

"So much for a party," Dad said putting his head in his hands. I looked over at Charlie as a huge feeling of sadness swept over me. I walked over to dad as I dodged some funny looking pieces of wood. I sat down next to him in the mess as I pulled him into a weird hug.

He is taller than me.

"Don't worry. I will help you clean up and this is an excuse for you to buy a new television," I said trying to look at some form of bright side.

"I will also help Mr. Dirnt," Charlie said walking a little closer to me.

"Thanks you two. And Charlie call me Mike yeah. Mr. Dirnt makes me sound kinda old or a teacher," Dad said with a half smile on his face. Charlie nodded as I stopped hugging dad.

I looked around, as I couldn't imagine my childhood memories in the room anymore. Most of the memories were obviously in my house but I still have memories here from when I was a kids. All there is now are bits of glass wood and trash on the floor.

Who would do this?

"Well we better start picking up the glass before anyone comes and hurts themselves," Dad said still looking a bit shocked.

"I'll go find a bin bag," Charlie said as she headed towards the kitchen. I rested my hand on dad's shoulder as he sighed.

"Well lucky Frankito's presents are still here," he said getting up and helping me up.

"I'm just glad nobody is hurt."

One hour later

We had been picking up pieces of glass and wood for the last hour. We had managed to make the living room look a bit better. The trouble is. I have never noticed how big the goddamn room is! I knew it was big and everything but not this BIG. Well all the glass was gone really we just have to take the vacuum over just in case. All of the broken wood is now gone. And we tried to put everything back where it belongs. The coffee table has met its doom. It won't be sitting on its legs anymore. It is going to the dump. So is my dad's awesome couch. It is destroyed.

"At least it looks a bit better and less dangerous," Dad said as he tied the last bin bag. Charlie sat on the chair in the corner (the only remaining chair). I watched her as she analysed the room.

"How long until anyone arrives?" Charlie asked still looking around the room. I looked up at dad as he glanced at his watch now that the clock that was in the room had been turned into scrap metal.

"In around an hour. Damn I better go ring them then." Dad was about to go to the phone when Charlie whistles.

"We can still have the party," she said with wide eyes.

Did I hear that correctly?

"Eh?" I said as Charlie stood up. Dad stopped in his tracks as he looked over at Charlie.

"Ok hit me. How?" Dad asked, as he looked a little happier than before.

"Well Mr.... Mike, if one of us gets all of the food and stuff ready in the kitchen for the party because the kitchen isn't that bad and one person could clean the toilet and the other can carry on down here then it would be legible for a party. Right?" Charlie said smiling with each word that came out of her mouth.

Dad was silent for a while still staring at Charlie.

I felt like kicking him. Putting us through this suspense! We can have the party! Charlie is right! So then Adie can tell everyone she is expecting, Charlie can still stay over, I can see Frankito, and we might be able to sort out Charlie and her crush, Tom.

"Charlie," dad said in a tone of voice that I didn't know if something good or bad would come out of his mouth. Charlie looked over at me as if she was wondering if he was about to jump up with joy or end up sulking and ringing everyone up.
I really have no idea.

"You are AMAZING!!! Right well Charlie could you handle the food them please? Then I will do the toilet and hopefully put the new toilet seat there as well and Stella you can vacuum in here and sort out any broken pieces of furniture yeah?" I nodded my head as Charlie skipped into the kitchen.

"Dad you rock," I said as I hugged him and grabbed another bin bag.

"I know I rock. I get told that EVERY day," he said in a weird Paris Hilton kind of voice. I laughed as he took his toilet seat up stairs.

Half and hour later

I sat on the floor as I took in the new surroundings. The floor was now spotless. The room seems bigger now without some furniture. The couch was destroyed but... . the huge gashes on the couch can be hidden by the cushions. (The ones, that weren't destroyed). Hopefully nobody will notice that too much had gone wrong in here. If it were I, I wouldn't hold the party. Knowing me I'd be crying my eyes out. Kind of amazed I'm not now but knowing there's going to be a party and dad seems happier that's ok.

That reminds me. What did the cops say?

"Upstairs is done to the best it can," Dad said as he ran down the stairs with some bin bags. He dumped then in the corner next to the door with the rest as he joined me on the floor.

"You ok?" he asked all of a sudden putting an arm around me.

"Yeah. I was just wondering what the cops said," I said looking up into my dad's ice-cold blue eyes.

"Well they said they couldn't do much because nothing was stolen. So as their routine they had to take my name address blah blah and of course when they asked me what I did for a living they paused and realised who I was. So now they ARE looking into but they can't take fingerprints because I don't know if I locked the door or not. So... it kinda sucks really. But I am going to change the locks and stuff just to be extra safe" Dad said giving me a goofy smile. I laughed as I let out a sigh. I looked out the window as the sun was beaming down at the street. Well it's a good thing so we can have most of the guests outside so then if they get immensely drunk they might piss outside so then they won't see how big a mess the upstairs is.

"Food is ready," Charlie said as she walked into the living room. When she walked in my eyes widened. I looked at her from head to toe. It was just so amazing. I mean... wow.

"Charlie..." Dad said as he took his arm back from around my shoulders. I stood up as I walked over to Charlie. She was acting as if there was nothing wrong but there was.

Her cheeks were covered in chocolate as her school jacket had turned white somehow then in her hair there were bits of orange. I swear there were bits of green as well. Her hands were not the usual skin colour. There was purple white brown green red... everything.

I took one last look at Charlie and burst out laughing as my dad joined in as well.

"What happened?" My dad asked as he stood up as well to see the damage.
Charlie scrunched her face up and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well. First off the chocolate had decided to melt so that got all over my hands and when I was going to get some plates there was a slatted orange on the floor so then I slipped and fell into a bag of flower. When I got up I picked the orange up and then put it in the trash. So I went to get the plates and I thought that was the end of the mess... no. When I walked to the other side of the kitchen to get a towel to clean the drinks that had spilled everywhere I skidded and from trying to save my self from falling put my hand in food colouring so now my nails are a weird shade of blue. The thing is, nobody could here me because of the vacuuming..." Charlie then stopped and held her head up high.

"Mike... can I please you use your bathroom?" I looked over to my dad with utter amazement painted on our faces.

That would have been such a great prank!

"Of course..." Dad said as Charlie gracefully walked past us grabbed her bag and walked up the stairs. Dad and I just stood there, both of us staring at where Charlie was standing.

I snapped out of my daze and took a step forward to look into the kitchen.
"Dad. She did do a god job of trying to clean it though," I said as I looked around. Most of the mess had gone. Just some splats of food on the wall. I looked back as dad hadn't moved. He was in exactly the same spot.
"Dad seriously. Snap out of it," I said as I clicked my fingers in his face.

My dad moved his eyes and met mine and laughed again.

"Her parents wont be letting her sleep over here again in a hurry," he said as he laughed harder. I shook my head as I walked into the kitchen to try and clean the floor a bit better.

"Dad, I think you need some help," I said as I grabbed a towel. The laughing stopped as I heard dad walk closer to the kitchen.

"I've needed help all my life sweet heart," he said as he also grabbed a towel and tried to get some of the stains off of the wall. I shook my head as I went to see if Charlie was there.

When I did I burst out laughing.

"She looked hilarious," I said as dad then threw a towel at me.

Half an hour later

The three of us were sat in the middle of the room drinking some coke we had bought in the super market. We have now been sitting in silence for the past five minutes waiting for someone to arrive.

"Mike," Charlie said after some time.

"Hm?" Dad said as he turned to face Charlie.

"What does it feel like to have someone ask for your autograph every day? I mean like today. You couldn't go to the supermarket and not get noticed" Charlie asked. This has been bugging her ever since the girl asked in the super market for dad's autograph. Dad wiggled his eyebrows a bit and put his glass down.

"Well I've gotten used to it now. It's really bad when they catch you in a bad mood. Once I was in a sport shop trying to get some new golf balls and I wasn't happy because I had to go to the studio early, and I don't like waking up that early. And someone had noticed me and asked for a photo. That time didn't go well. The guy was around 20 and I was about 26 so I just stared at him for a while. I was tempted to say he had mistaken me for someone else but nah. He got his photo but I didn't smile. I swore at the camera shook his hand and walked out of the shop. I didn't get my goddamn golf balls!" Dad said curling his lips. Charlie laughed as I did as well. I love it when my dad tells us these kind of stories. I mean, yeah, any normal dad will get golf balls but then, who has a dad who is noticed everyday and has awesome sorties as this?! It can kind of suck as well because a bunch of girls came up to dad and me on my 13 birthday and asked for his autograph and photo's. Dad can't always be there on my birthday so I was really happy and then these creepy girls came up. Wasn't very happy!

"My dad would have hit him," Charlie said drinking the last of my coke.

"That's what I used to do at first to random drunks but then nah... I stopped that when someone almost broke my arm" Dad said shaking his head.

My dad is a twit. It's official.

"Can't believe you managed to look after me when I was younger." Dad laughed and poked me in the arm as he took our glasses and walked to the kitchen.

"Can't believe your dad plays golf," Charlie said as she sat next to me. I looked at her weird. All dads play golf... don't they?

"What do you mean? Why can't you believe it?" I asked as Charlie looked strange back.

"Honey. He is a rock star. I can't imagine Ozzy playing golf." Ok fair point. But my dad didn't take drugs... well not that many.

"Yeah but he's still my dad... well I suppose I'm seeing this in a different light." As soon as I said this someone knocked at the door. I stood up and looked out the window.

Billie's car.

"DAD, BILLIE!" I shouted as I sat back down again. I cannot be bothered to open the door. I'm to tired form the cleaning.

"Ok guys, do not mention the break in, ok?" Dad said as he walked to the front door.

"Ok," Charlie and I answered.

Let the party begin.