Reconnected//Julie And The Phantoms

Chapter Seven

Sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a while.
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Skylar is still staying at the Patterson house and quite happy to have a warm bed at night. She mainly stays in Luke's room but will sometimes hangout with Emily and Mitch. It's been 9 days of her living there and every moment is just as painful as before to know that they are really gone.

*Knock Knock* Skylar looked up from her notebook to see Emily poke her head in. Skylar smiled and motioned that she could come in. "I think you should go back to your parents," Emily said as she walked into the room, "They are probably worried sick." Although Skylar didn't want to admit it, she did think she should go back home even though she preferred to stay at the Patterson house.

"I know... it's just hard to go back knowing Reggie won't be there, and that they are getting divorced." Emily just nodded in agreement as she rubbed Skylar's back.

After lunch that day, Skylar got all her stuff together and headed out with some snacks and a place to come back to if needed. She hugged Emily goodbye knowing that she had missed having a teenager at home and secretly wished Skylar could stay.

It Skylar took 40 minutes to walk home when it should have only taken 10 minutes. She was dreading going home but knew she its what she needed to do.

When she got home, she found moving boxes all through the house, including her room which was all packed up. "MOM!! DAD!!" She yelled and it wasn't long before her mom came from behind a row of boxes. "SKY, honey where have you been?" She asked in an excited yet worried tone. "I told you, DON'T call  me Sky!" Hearing anyone but Luke call her Sky just felt wrong. Even before he died, she really only let him do it but now, she couldn't bare to hear it. It just made her angry and brought back too many painful memories.

She stormed back into her room, slamming the door shut and throwing her stuffed backpack against a pile of boxes. She start crying before she lost it again. This time ripping the boxes open and emptying them onto the floor in her room in protest. She didn't want to move but it looks like she didn't have a choice.

*knock knock knock* She heard the soft knocking on her door and her dad walked into her room and before either one could speak a word, he hugged her "I'm sorry honey, I tried to convince her to let you stay here with me but she insisted you go live with her in Seattle." She was startled by the words and pushed away from his embrace a little.

"Seattle?" She whispered in shock as she didn't even know her mom wanted to move.

Her dad loosened his grip on his daughter and just nodded. Skylar sunk back into his arms and stayed hugging for a bit before she stood up and walked downstairs.

"I don't want to go with you. I am going to stay here with Dad," Skylar almost ordered at her mother. Her mom was stunned but all she could say was, "Okay."

She went back in her room and started to put it all back together.

It was weird to be back in her house. Both her mom and Reggie weren't there and it didn't feel like home without them. She hated the fighting, but hated the silence more. Her dad was hardly home which made it very empty. Most of the furniture was gone and there was nothing to do.

Most of her time she was writing or playing music. She had never written without Luke next to her, to help or bounce ideas off of. It was definitely weird, but eventually she was going to have to write again, so why not try now.

A Little Over A Month Later

Skylar's POV

It's been a little over a month and now my dad won't let me live with him. This is why I need the guys back because they accepted me and he doesn't. It seems that everyday it gets harder and harder without them, like I'm just now realizing this is permanent.

Tomorrow my dad is driving me up to mom's and I'm almost done packing. Most of the stuff I have left is Reggie's that I took from some of my moms boxes. I just wished I would have grabbed more of their stuff from the studio before Bobby bought the house and garage. I still can't believe he just took all of Luke's and Sunset Curve's songs. All in just over a month too.

I had 4 small boxes and Luke's backpack filled with stuff. In one box I had most of my clothes. In the second box I had some of Reggie, Luke's, and Alex's stuff.  The next box had music stuff, and the last box had the rest of my stuff. In Luke's back pack I had 2 of Luke's sweatshirts, Alex's black hat, and Reggie's flannel. Along with mine and Luke's notebooks. The only thing left was my bed, desk, and keyboard which my dad was going to bring down later.

It is now the morning that I was moving out of my dad's and in with my mom. I thought I would have been better off living with my dad but I guess I was wrong. Wrong about the decision and him. I really thought it would be better to live with him, to show him that I was capable of pursuing music like Reggie, but he doesn't support me in that or any other part of me. And if he can't support me for me, then what's the point.

It was about an 18 hour drive so we left pretty early and we're going to take 2 days to get there. I'm not very excited to spend 18 hours plus nights with my dad, hearing him lecture me on and on about who I was.

We were a couple hours into the drive when I started to drift off. I didn't know how long I was asleep for, but it was nice. Except for the fact that my dad wasn't happy with me. Does he really expect me to stay awake the whole drive? Really? Honestly, I didn't care if he was mad, he is sending me away because he can't stand me, and who I am.

I don't know how long I was asleep for, but I woke up to my dad swerving the car back and forth. That's when I saw a dark purple car practically about hit us as it was swerving, my dad barely avoiding him. The car jerked abruptly right in front of us. It's like they were doing it on purpose. Time began to slow as it was all happening. Either that or my thoughts were on hyper speed. I turn my head to look at the driver and there wasn't one. It was like a ghost was driving the car but that couldn't be right. My mind and adrenaline must have been playing tricks on me. I rubbed my eyes to check again but before I could, the car had slammed into us, causing our car to flip through the air. For a second, I felt weightless and every worry I had seemed to fade away but soon reality came crashing back down and so did the car as everything went black.