My Dad went missing last year. I woke up one morning to find Mama and Dada (Dad's parents), Uncle Kevin, Aunt Danielle, Uncle Joe and Uncle Frankie all in the kitchen waiting for me with solemn expressions. They didn't need to say anything, I'd known that something was terribly wrong.
They said that my Dad went to do the interview with my Uncles, but said nothing about me, as had been originally planned. I watched it on the internet, and he didn't say anything at all, his brothers answering for him all the time. His facial expressions told me that he was upset, and he had to leave the set because he started crying. At that point, I felt my stomach tie in knots, and guilt fall on me like my own personal raincloud. Why did I say things I didn't mean?
Dad and I had never fought before. We were so close and knew each other so well that we could avoid miscommunication and complications like normal kids go through with their parents. I spent more time with my Dad than I did with any of my friends. He WAS my best friend. And I'd pushed him away.
"We went to check on him at the end," Uncle Joe had said. "But he wasn't in his dressing room."
"We searched the whole studio at least ten times, but we still couldn't find him," Dada had sighed. "So we called the police to report him missing."
They told me that they knew he hadn't run away, because it wasn't like him. I knew that, too. He wouldn't just get up and leave us. It wasn't right.
Some people said they'd seen a man dressed in black with a masked face walk by his dressing room, but Mama said they were just rumours designed to scare us and make us give up hope.
I've prayed every morning and night since. I've prayed for God to give me my father back, for those who took him from me to be punished justly. So far, it hasn't done any good, but I've grown to learn that it doesn't work like that. Miracles don't exist. Or even if they do, they don't happen instantly. Certainly not to me, anyway.
People are beginning to give up, claiming Nick Jonas to be dead. They've been conjuring up all sorts of stories, like he changed his name and is now living a normal life, or that he's really an alien; the usual rubbish that people come up with. I've learnt to accept it. It comforts them, and it doesn't do any harm, even if it is a load of crap.
From that moment in the kitchen when I was told that my Dad was gone, I've been cared for by my Uncle Joe. Everyone tells me that he's the craziest of the Jonas family, but I've come to know him as the sanest. He always knows what to do, or how to help, or why something is happening. He's the one I turn to now, because he's the closest I know to my Dad. He still doesn't compare, though.
"Now remember, don't go into too much detail. People won't want to hear it. Just smile, be polite, and honest. That's all they can ask of you," said Dada as I did my final adjustments to my make-up, looking at myself in the hallway mirror. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks," I blushed, and kissed his cheek. "Where is everyone?"
"Waiting in the SUV, Kimberley Rose Jonas," he said, smiling. "It's time for the world to see you as yourself, not Diana Curtis. Now, hurry. We have to be at the studio in an hour."
"A girl has to look her best," I told him, then descended the staircase slowly, careful not to make myself sound like a herd of elephants -- an impossible task. I might have only been a teenager, but I wasn't exactly skinny. Most kids my age were anorexic, bulimic or overweight. I fell into the latter category. I used to be healthy, all slim and lovely, but I guess binging on the calories was another way to get over my Dad's disappearance. I was trying to lose it, but it proved difficult. I opened the front door, and was surprised not to see flashes or hear screaming. Normally, leaving the house at this time meant crowds of girls and paparazzi. That was the reason I left the house early in the morning, to avoid the speculations and gossip. Now, that didn't matter, and there I stood, with an empty driveway, and an empty street. A little bit ironic, I thought.
Dada climbed into the driver's seat, and I slid in beside Uncle Joe's new girlfriend. Well, she's not exactly his new girlfriend, meaning he's dated her before. Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas had a brief relationship after a while of being friends, and then decided to stay as friends. Now they were dating again, and it reminded me of Uncle Kevin and Aunt Danielle's relationship, even though I was very young at the time. They were perfect for each other, and I was sure of a wedding in the future.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, her dark make-up making her brown eyes more pronounced, enhancing her beauty. She'd recently battled with an eating disorder, and self-harming, and had recovered in a treatment centre. Now she was doing great, and we all supported her as much as we could, just to see a smile on her face. I really liked her, and wanted her to be my Aunt.