Something's Gotta Give (An ATL And PTV Love Story)

Stella

{{Nicole's POV}}

Warped Tour is over. Sad face. At least it means Alex and the guys are gonna be home most of the time other than interviews, writing new songs, recording new songs. Becca said she would check in on me when she could. We also had to go get the rest of our stuff from our parents houses. I know I'm only 18, but my dad won't know about the pregnancy until 4 months or until we get there because the bump is almost very noticeable. I packed a bag and got my passport and all that jazz.

If your judging me for being pregnant at 18, tough. I'm what your would call a rebel. I didn't care about getting expelled or suspended or if my dad kicked me out. I'm happy with my pregnancy. It means I'll be around longer for my baby.

Anyways, I packed my stuff and drove in my new car I bought, to Becca's house...well, Jaime's house because she moved in with him. They are so cute together. Like seriously, they hold hands in public, they don't care what people think of them, they are so cute. Any who, I walked up to the front door and knocked. I heard foot steps and talking. After about 2 minutes of me waiting, Becca opened the door and had her bag ready.

''Now, before we leave, do you have your passport?" I asked her. She nodded and got in the passenger side. We drove to the airport and got on our flight to Calgary.

~TimeSkip Cause I'm a lazy mofo~

We got off the plane and got our bags. We called a taxi because I knew my dad would be at work. The taxi stopped at the corner of the street where Becca and I would meet up for school. We paid the driver and got out with our stuff. We decided to help pack our stuff together in case our parents didn't approve.

We jogged to my house first. My dad's car was in the driveway. Hmm. Weird. I shurgged it off and walked up the porch stairs. I unlocked the door with the key under the mat.

''Dad? I'm home.'' I called out. No answer. We went straight to my room and started packing until we heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

''NICOLE!" A man slurred. it didn't sound like my father. Becca got up and opened the door.

''BECCA?! What the hell are you doing here?" My dad yelled at her. She stepped back.

''There you are! You left me just like your pathetic mother did back on Montreal!" He shouted at me. He was holding a beer bottle in one hand and something else in the other.

''Time for you to leave Becca...NOW!" He shouted and she winked at me before leaving.

''Dad..your drunk. Why don't you go downstairs and calm down and I'll make you steak for dinner tonight.'' That didn't work. Instead I got a slap to the face. I fell to the ground with my back facing him. I whimpered and tried to get up.

''Hey! Shit face! Over here!" Becca yelled. He turned aorund and got blasted with a fire extinguisher. He ran after her. I took this time to finish packing and such. I shoved my blankets and pillow cases from my bed, into a big duffel bag. I shoved the rest of my clothes in a smaller suit case and the rest of my personal belongings in a smaller duffel bag. I ran everything down stairs to the front door.

I looked out the back door and saw my dad standing above Becca who had a bloody nose. I saw the baseball bat in the kitchen from when I use to take baseball as an after school activity. I grabbed it and ran outside and hit my dad in the back of the head with it. I helped Becca up and we ran to the front door. We locked the door and loaded my bags and her one suit case into the wagon we had in the front yard.

We ran as fast as we could to Becca's house with the wagon. On the way, we stopped and I use one of the facial wipes from my bag to clean the blood off Becca's face. After, we continued running to her house.

{{Becca's POV}}

We ran to my house with the wagon and Nicole's bags. I can't believe her dad would hit us. He gave me a fucking bloody nose. I wanted to hurt the guy so bad, but Nicole beat me to it by hitting him with a baseball bat.

Once we got to my house, we went in the front door.

''Mom! I'm home!" I called out. No answer. Hopefully this doesn't end like it did at Nicole's house. We ran upstairs and I packed the rest of my stuff. I put my bed spread in a duffel bag, along with my favorite pillow and a few clothes. I packed the rest in my small suit case and a smaller duffel bag had my personal belongings and what ever bathroom shit I left behind the first time.

''Alright. Lets the get the fuck out of here.'' Nicole said and before we got out the front door, my mom bashed in the back door.

''Becca Hope Messor! You get back here right now!" She yelled, obviously piss ass drunk. We made a beeline for the front door and loaded my stuff into the cart I had for my paper route. We ran down the street and to the school before we decided it was safe.

We called for a taxi and went back to the airport, leaving the cart and wagon in our hiding spot if we ever needed them again, but hopefully we didn't. We got to the airport and boarded our flight. We were safe now.

Another chapter today. I hope this makes up for not updating so much. Thanks for reading! :)