Daughter To Famous

Esther Gunner, the only daughter to famous Rockstar Enoch Gunner, lead singer of Devil Five, has decided to write down her life so that people read it and figure out that it isn't as simple and easy as the movies picture it.

Follow Esther as she narrates you, the story of her life.

**Also posted in Figment


10. Chapter Ten


I stared at my reflection on the mirror in my bedroom. My long hair was perfectly straighten, the dark skater dress landed just above the knee, my black converse were tied up, and my face was pale, dark circles under my eyes, and my nose red just like Rudolph. I sighed and walked away from the mirror. I had to be strong, for him and for his family. 


I walked out of my room and made my way to the living room where everyone was gathering, and when I say everyone, I meant everyone. Devil Five made a break as they gave the news to the world, and came from Europe, plus the George family was at my place at the moment. As I walked downstairs I saw my father with red eyes and no expression at all. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to face him.


“He is in a better place.” I whispered. “You have to be strong for them Enoch.”

“I know Esther.” My father replied. “I had to come earlier.”

“Don’t blame yourself Enoch.” I said. “It wasn’t your fault and you know it.”

He let out a sigh. “Esther, can I ask you for something.” 

“You shouldn’t even ask to ask me, you’re my father.” I chuckled.

“So please stop calling me by my name Esther.” My father begged. “It makes feel like you don’t love me anymore when you call me by my name.”

“Sorry Dad.” I smiled. “I just found it cool to call you Enoch.”

“Nothing to worry.” My dad kissed my head. “Let’s meet with the rest.”


My dad and I walked together to the living room where everyone was there. I took a seat next to Blaze, and rested my head in his shoulder, I was dead tired because after the news about Caleb, I never left his mothers side, as she was my other mom. 


“Are we all ready?” My father questioned. 

“Yes, I believe we are.” Mama George replied. “I don’t think we can be more ready.”

“How many cars are we taking?” Ducky questioned.

“How many are we?” I questioned. “Cause we have to manage to fit into the cars right?”

“I believe we are twenty or so.” Mike replied. 

“So that’s umm four.” Blaze replied. “Five in each.”

“Families then?” My father asked and everyone nodded.


We soon arrive to the church where the mass was going to be held. I was sitting next to Collin, who was holding a dear photo of him and Caleb, this two where the best of friends no matter what. They had formed a band together, they wanted to become famous and they on their way to do it, my father had helped in that. When we got out of the car, paps where everywhere and my father guided Mama George inside the church so that no one would bother her, so I decided to do the same with Collin. 


I placed my hand on his shoulder and motioned him to follow me. He nodded and I took him to the church, to avoid the media, the questions and everything that was going on. Once inside Collin took hold of my hand and dragged me somewhere a bit more private. He smiled at me before he showed me the photo he was holding, it was the three of us, sitting backstage in one of the many concerts they played with my dad. 


“I need to be strong for him, but I just can’t.” Collin cried. “It hurts so much knowing that he’s not going to be here anymore Esther! I can’t- I just can’t. It’s too much the pain is too-“ 

“I know Collin.” I replied hugging him. “I know the pain is too much. I can only imagine what you are feeling, even though I consider you guys my brothers, I don’t know how strong that bond is.”

“He loved you so much Esther.” Collin chucked as he cleaned his tears. “The first day he met you, he only spoke about this new friend he had made, and how awesome she was, and such, and then you were always there for him, you helped us. Your father as well. We owe him so much.”

“You owe him nothing.” I smiled. “He does that because he loves you. Just like Caleb wouldn’t shut up about me, I wouldn’t shut up about him, and my father saw that as an opportunity. He wanted me to be happy, and he knew that I was going to be as long as I had Caleb. That’s why he helps you out, because you’ve become the family we could never have.”

“But you have a family.” Collin smiled. “What about Devil Five?”

“They each have their own family Collin. Yes we are a family, but you guys, we spent every holiday with you guys, we’ve become a family.” I said. “Not trying to ruin anything, but I believe we should go back.”

“Just one more thing Esther.” Collin begged. I nodded at him and he gave me a weak smile. “I don’t think that my mother can handle living here. Do you think your father could help us move?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “We can help you guys out.”




After the last shovel of dirt was thrown, Mama George sat on a chair and let the tears flow down her face. She was done, devastated, she had been strong enough for all of us. I nudge my father and he walked over to her, he sat next to her and held her like he used to do when I had nightmares. 


Devil Five had decided to go back and give us sometime, they would be back on the tour in three days. I was still standing staring at his grave. I kneeled down and placed a single rose there. I was going to miss my best friend, but I knew that he was always going to be with me, he wouldn’t leave us, maybe physically, but I always had something to remind me about him.


Collin was now next to my father and they were talking, I was assuming that he was telling him what he had inside the church. Blaze came next to me and kissed my head, he kneeled down and gave me a piece of paper. 


Hey Esther: I need to ask you something really important, so I will do so. Did you know that I love you? If you didn’t now you do. I love you with all my heart. 

-Caleb. 2003


I let out a sigh and crushed the paper to my chest. I remember that day, we had a fight and he was trying to get me to speak with him once again. It was stupid fight, but still I was mad, but after I got the letter, I forgave him and we became best friends again. It was so hard to just agree to leave him. I care too much of him, just to let him go that easily. 


“Dad.” I said standing up.

“Yeah?” My father replied. 

“I want to make a memorial for Caleb.” I said. “If you don’t mind Mama George.”

“Of course not honey.” She smiled sweetly at me.

“What do you need?” My father questioned. 

“A scenario, a band, his band, and a video.” I replied.

“I’ll help with the band and scenario.” My father replied. 

“I can help you with the video and the other band.” Collin smiled. 

“Perfect.” I said. “I’m not going to let him go that easy.” I chuckled.

“I never thought you would.” Mama George smiled at me. “Enoch.” 

“Yeah?” My father replied. 

“Do you think we can stay a while longer at your place?” Mama George replied. “I don’t think I can be at our house right now.”

“Stay as long as you need to stay.” My father replied. “And when you are ready to move, give me a call and I’ll sort everything.” 

“Thank you so much Mr. Gunner.” Collin smiled. 

“You’re more than welcome Collin.” My father smiled. 





So there you have it. Being famous? I don’t care about it. It didn’t help my best friend live. It only made it harder.



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