headphones (luke hemmings/5sos fanfic)

How it began

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY LAPTOP ALICE!?!" My step dad screamed while I was on the floor almost having a panic attack. "I don't know, did you check Anthony's room?" I question while hearing a slam then I start to hear my step dad Chris scream and hear him hit my adopted brother.

I don't understand him I mean he may be my adopted brother but he acts like he is my actual blood related brother. He is only 3 years apart from me and he can take more than I can.

Whenever Chris comes in and starts screaming at me I always am on the floor almost having another attack, time and time again.

Anthony's only 14 but he thinks he can take on anything since he is in his middle school's football team. I know he can't take all of Chris's beatings and neglect.

I have no idea where my mom is. She always goes, leaving us here with Chris before the bus comes and gets us for school. I realize the time and start to get ready.

I use makeup to cover my bruises and marks he leaves when he hits me and I called Anthony in. "Hey big sis what's up?" He always has a smile on his face but I could see that he always has a mark on his face from his "father".

I can't take anymore of this! He may not be my brother by blood but he is my brother by heart and it kills me to see him hide his scars that shouldn't be on his face! He walks over to me and hugs me.  I can't help but cry seeing him so happy even though he has been put through hell.

With Chris as our stepdad he is like our living hell. Battling in the war, and he has anger problems. He only settles them by abuse, verbal and physical.

I put a little makeup to hide our bruises and scars and we both head downstairs to find a note:

"Chris and I will be away for a couple weeks, don't burn the house down! Love Mom"

Anthony and I celebrated then hurried to eat and rush towards our buses.

When we said goodbye to each other I boarded the bus and tried my best to dodge the spitballs used as ammunition to see which side is the best.

I rush to the back and look at my phone's percentage and see its at 98% so I take out my headphones and listen.  People don't really know what bands I like but I have no intend to tell them because I only have four friends that I trust and they are Alex,Clover, Leah and Will.

We are all alike in some ways but we are all unique, for example I love animals and want to work with them.

Clover is a total bookworm and she loves to read and write but she also has a love for theater and science. Clover is a mixture of all styles of music but she also likes things no one would expect her to listen to. She likes rock such as shinedown and Metallica but she likes IM5 , David cook and nickelback.

Alex is the total bad girl in our group. She is a rebel and is just awesome at being bad. She loves screamo like sleeping with sirens, Pierce the veil, and black veil brides. She basically does whatever she wants. She sneaks out and gets in trouble every day.

Once the bus came to a stop I waited and looked at my phone 87% oh wow. At least I have my charger. I get to my locker and find Clover coming from down the hall.

"Hey Alice what's up?" She asked me looking like she had something to tell me. "Nothing can you and hang after school my mom and Chris won't be there and maybe you can sleepover. Oh and Chris went all crazy on Anthony." She looked at me like she was concerned. "Awe I'm sorry if he okay? How bad is it?" I told her about what happened and we ended up walking to our first period.

"Oh I forgot to tell you guys what our new assignment is for yearbook?" She looked excited. "What is it?" I look at her nervously.

"Ok class your next assignment is to interview a varsity football member or a varsity cheerleader. Get to know them and ask them about their future goals and some things no one knows about them." My teacher said but he looked like he has something else to tell us.

" Oh by the way I already talked to the coaches and they paired you up the list is over there. Go make me proud!" He said to excitedly with a cup of coffee in hand.