Hawthorne Shots

Prologue

Champaigne's POV

Do you feel like a man

When you push her around?

Do you feel better now

That she falls to the ground?

Well I'll tell you my friend,

One day, this world's gonna end

As your lies crumble down,

A new life she has found~

I was listening to RJA's Face Down when my door banged open and revealed the last person that I ever expected to see. I mean, he's like, the busiest person in the globe so it's a surprise he's here-- with a horrified expression on his face.

Seeing that I'm giving him a confused look, he changed his expression into a serious one. He sat near me and I saw his mouth moving so I guess he's trying to tell me something.

I removed my earphones and looked at him- a bored expression dominating my face.

"What?" I asked. He sighed.

"Why do you even bother to wear earphones anyway? I could hear that noise the moment I entered your room."

Here we go again. Why would people consider this type of music as a 'noise'? Hello? Care to listen to it's lyrics. I bet it's better than listening to a blonde who writes break-up songs or a former Disney star who got dumped and then makes music videos about licking a hammer and riding a swinging ball. Everyone's insane these days.

Thinking that explaining this to him (AGAIN) would be useless, I just shrugged. "So you came all the way from somewhere in the world to criticize my choice of music?"

Amusement was drawn over his face. "No. What I'm saying is it might be bad for your ears." He said while patting my green hair.

"What do you really want, Dad?" Impatience running in my voice.

Again, his expression became serious and said the words that made my boredom vanish. I turned to him and asked to repeat what he just said. And he did.

"Are you serious? Hell no!" O said with wide eyes.

"Honey, I made a promise to your mother. You need to get your education and focus on it. After that, I will let you do whatever you want," he said while raising his hands up, enunciating the word 'whatever'.

"May it be our family business or going straight up with your band, I will support you." he said with a sigh.

Now that interests me. My father is a known businessman. He usually would shove it down my throat to take care of the business when he steps down. I looked at his tired and serious eyes just to read it.

"What's the catch?" Theres no way in hell you are doing this for free. There must be a catch.

He sighed in defeat. "You will be enrolled to the best school in your mom's country."

"Are you fucking with me?!" Yes. I can say profanities.

"I am not. It was supposed to be the plan before the..." He stopped, looking at me with a pained look for a minute then cleared his throat.

"It has been the plan. I have been passive with your activities hoping that it will let you move on.. hoping that your band and your music will let you let go."

"I don't even remember anything before it happened. So nothing much has to let go."

A look of hesitation waved on his face. As if choosing ng his next words carefully, "You were young, Champagne. You've made a lot more memories than you lost."

I avoided his stare. Trying to change the topic, "This does not make any sense at all. I am 100% sure I'll go with the band. Why bother to get a diploma when I am successful the way I am now?" I said.

"Look," he stood up. "This is the only time I am asking you to do it. Your education is important to me and to your mother. She was adamant about it and it is the only thing we can do for her. Whether you like it or not, you're going." He headed towards the door and left.

I stared at the door. Trying to remember the woman who died trying to protect me, yet no matter how hard I tried, nothing showed.

She'll be proud of you. You've wanted that, right?

I have no memories with her. I only see her in pictures.

Still.

I shook my head then headed out.