Eyes closed. Ear buds in. The lyrics to the song playing flowed from the ear buds I mouthed along.

I know your somewhere out there.

Somewhere far away.

I want you back

I need you back.

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they dont understand.

Your all I have

Your all I have

My favorite song. "Talking To The Moon" by Bruno Mars. Thank god for music. I'd be lost without it. Especially since I lost my dad last week. Its been a blur but music has helped me through it. My mother Victoria is sitting next to me on the longest flight ever. Flying from Los Angeles to London. Why? Because I am now in her custody and that's where she lives with her family. Her husband David, my sister Kailyn, and my three younger brother Joaquin, Romeo, and Bronx. Yeah she sure knows how to pick the weirdest names for her kids. I was named by my fatherr though. They bet if I was a boy my mom could name me, if I was a girl my dad got to choose. I came out finally after 2 days of labor. A baby girl. Torrey Samantha DiBendetto. I think he choose the name Torrey because it was so close to Victoria and the one thing my dad loved more than anything else was Victoria Beckham.

My dad, Eric, was a music producer in LA when he met Victoria. She was married to professional football (soccer) player David Beckham. She was in a all girl recording group Spice Girls. He fell in love with her instantly. They began a relationship, she and David had been going through a rough patch and were separated at the time of my conception. But, she went back to David a month after my birth. 7 months later she was pregnant again. My sister Kailyn was born 9 months later. There was a lot of speculation as to who Kail's father was but after a paternity test it showed David was her father. They moved to London and my father kept me.

He was a wonderful man. Honest, sweet, caring, handsome. The perfect father. I loved being around him. He always made me laugh no matter what was going on. I was at school when they called me to the guidance office and told me what happened. He'd been on his way to the studio when he was hit head on by a semi. The driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and he was killed instantly. After that I ran. I ran home. I didn't want to believe he was gone but he was. Victoria flew to LA immediately to help with funeral arrangements. Right after he was put in the ground we were on this private jet flying to London. I hadn't really gotten to mourn his death. I was still very heartbroken.

Victoria had been there for me though. Every step of the way. She was a good mom. She loved me very much and I often spent weeks in the summer in England with her and her family. My other family. David was a good guy. He treated like his own and I always liked being in his presence. He was beautiful and he was wonderful to his kids and to me. So moving to London wasn't really dreadful for me. I knew I'd have a support system there to help me grieve my fathers death. I got along really well with my sister and brothers. Kail and I are extremely close. We Skype every day and text often during the day. She is my rock, my best friend.

When we finally landed in London I was relieved. I hated flying. My fear of heights was ridiculous.

David, Kail, Joaquin, Romeo, and Bronx met us at the airport. Kail sobbed hugging me. This, of course, made me sob uncontrollably. My little family huddled around me. My support system. David stroked my hair "It's gonna be alright Torrey. We're here and we aren't going anywhere. Your stuck with us whether you like it or not kiddo."

That made me smile. I needed them. I was happy to be stuck with them.

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