"THE BAND"
I woke bright and early to something being beat in the kitchen, I got up and ran downstairs in our home, just in time to have a frying pan thrown at me, I ducked.
"Alexander Lovine, how dare you come in and pass out drunk, again, last night" my mom said to my dad again.
Everyday it was the same thing over and over.
"How dare I? How dare you? Go to bars at night and be a waitress" he said, standing over the sink, he took a cup whirled it at her, she moved just in time.
"At least I don't go to a bar get drunk and pass out drunk when I come in, at least I don't flirt with every guy that comes in there, you flirt with every woman.!"
He grabbed mom by the shoulders and I ran and jumped on his back "Dad!" I yelled, and he slung me around, I landed hard into the wall, and hurt my shoulder again.
"You, you little troublemaker, ain't getting nowhere with that little band of yours, I am. I'm the one that has the talent. Not you."
I just stared at him.
"Cassidy, go to your room" mom said, and looked at me with a 'I will be up there later' expression.
I sighed, and up I went to that little attic room of mine.
I looked around at all my pictures of Motley Crue, Alice Cooper, Poison, etc, and remembered why I wanted to try and play the guitar in the first place...its my life.
I looked in the mirror at my cheek and saw a scar my dad had given me years ago, while trying to stop him from hitting my mom, I got in front of her, and the knife had cut my cheek, it went in a angle, I cover it up with makeup.
Over the years I've gotten in more trouble, my hearts as cold as ice, and my love for music has grown.
My family hates me, says I'm the devil's daughter and its getting old.
I go to my closet and pick out today's outfit, black shirt, black jacket, black pants and men's black boots.
I go over to the home phone in my room and call up Cayde.
All I get is his voice mail the usual "This is Cayde, you know what to do."
Beep. "Hey Cayde its Cass, Call me when you get up" I said, and hung up the phone.
I threw it on my bed, and wait for mom when she gets breakfast.
"I'm sorry about your father, Cassy" she says and lays a hand on my shoulder, I nodded, she leaves.
Same ol' same ol'.
My dad don't believe in me becoming a guitarist in a band claims 'Its not for girls.'
Okay so I might be a little bit of a troublemaker, skipping school, smoking, drinking, breaking in places at night...
Okay dads right, hey nobody's perfect.
That night I stay in my room, and look out at the stars when, finally, the phone goes off, I pick up "Hello."
"Fort Payne, Georgia Police Department, I heard you snuck into the old hospital and got busted."
"No I have not."
"Want to? I happen to have a friend that picks locks."
"And who is this?" I asked, I heard a laugh on the other end.
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Band Wars
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