Dylan version
It's to much to explain. It was our third day in Paris. We enjoyed our stay in Paris especially for their fashion week and spending time with our kids.

As we were leaving out of the hotel there was paparazzi outside of the hotel building. I was carrying Mel in my arms and holding Suz on my right hand. Mel was shaking but I covered her with a blanket. I had Suz and myself wear sunglasses so the flashes of the camera couldn't hurt our eyes. I looked at Mel as we entered the car. "It's okay my princess." I look at Suz "You okay princess, we're going somewhere safe."
"When are they going to stop scaring my sister?" I couldn't answer her question "are they good people or bad people who do this to us?"
"I'll explain when daddy is here. Sit here with your sister." She sits down next to Mel as she was seated in her car seat. I texted Gerald to hurry up with the boys. It got worse when they started to storm around the car.

Gerald version
I was getting the boys ready to leave the hotel. I got Dylan's message and looked through the mirror. I asked the security guards to help us more to give us a clear path. "You boys ready? We're going safely to the car. You Hayden hold me from on hand. your brother Ryland will be holding from the other hand and Ashton you'll be holding from Rylands hand we have to go safely to the car where mama is with your sisters." The guards came in. "Let's go." We left the room.

Our stay in Paris was great but the one thing that killed it was the paparazzi. We couldn't do shit here, even when it's for the Yves Saint Laurents show or just spending time with our kids. We leave the room.

I seen what was Dylan talking about. The boys grabbed on my hand tight. The guards tried to hold on the paparazzi but they got rowdy. So one of them pushed that caused me to fall. Ashton and Ryland feel out I got them before they hit ground. My back hit the ground. We get up. I see Hayden covering his head. One guard helped him out. Hayden grabbed his hand and they walked towards us. Dylan opened the door. She sees me getting up "I'm okay just get Ashton and Ryland to the car." She runs out and gets Ashton and Ryland and they went inside the car. I went to get Hayden "thank you bro for my son." As I thanked the guard another paparazzi pushes me. He throws the camera to Hayden which ends up hitting on him in the face. I looked at the guy. The guard gets him. I carried Hayden to the car covering his face. I get in the car with Hayden. He was all crying cause of the pain. "Let me see your face buddy." He lets me see his face. His lip was the part that got affected. A cut and bruised up.
"Mommy it hurts." Hayden said to Dylan in pain. "Is it bad?"
"Hayden it's a small booboo." Dylan told him. She looks at me. "We need to get out of here. For the kids. What will happen if it's the girls or Ryland or Ashton?
"Yeah." I calm one of the guards and my other manager to get our stuff out of the hotel because tonight were leaving back home. I told them what happened especially the injury of Hayden.

As we left to the airport there was no paparazzi there. We waited at a private lounge of TSA. People came in with our luggage. We checked if everything was there. Hayden was in the chair. "Hey buddy." I got down in my knees "how are you feeling now."
"It hurts a little." He tries to touch it "is it bad?"
"Just swollen buddy. Mama is going for some ice."
"Are we going home?" He asked me. I knew he didn't feel safe here
"Yes all of us here are leaving back home, where is safe." Dylan brought the cup of ice. She went to take care of the other kids but gave a kiss to Hayden. "It will sting a little bit okay. You're a strong boy like me." I put the ice on the bruised lip. "Doesn't it hurt?"
"Just a little bit." He tried to talk. "I'm okay dad."
"Okay imma be here till it's not that swollen."

The lip wasn't bad anymore. We left Paris that same night. We told the director we had to leave for a family emergency but they found out eventually from the media.

It wasn't as bad going but returning back home was a nightmare.