The Outlaw's Sister

What Are You A Lost Puppy?

Two and a half hours later we were outside Ashley's home. It was a medium sized 2 story house in a quiet area of Los Angeles. Christian grabbed my bags whilst I wandered around inside. I walked down the hallway until I came to the living room. It felt like home. It wasn't to flashy. It had a warmth to it. I wandered around until I found a door leading to the kitchen. It reminded me of Grandmother's kitchen. When we were younger we used to sit at the kitchen counter and watch her cook up old family recipes like peach cobbler and crawfish chowder. Ashley had made LA feel like home. I came into the bathroom. It was stylish. I left the room. I was wondering where the bedrooms were. I saw a large room at the end. I went inside. It was a luxurious Bedroom. It didn't seem like Ashley's style at all. Until I came across some old family photographs. Tears began to fall from my eyes. Then Christian came in. Come on I'll show you to your bedroom. He led me upstairs. He gestured towards the first room. It was amazing. Ashley had made the perfect room for a teenager in love with Bands and strange things. I began to cry. Then I realized there was another two doors. I went in the first door. It was a typical en-suite bathroom. So I went back and checked the other room. It was a small cluttered Music Room. I saw a guitar. I picked up and began to play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls:

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't wanna go home right now

I strummed away on the guitar letting the music consume me. All I could feel was the music. All I could hear was the hidden meaning in every word. Music was the only thing that could wash away the pain I felt.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

When sooner or later it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I jumped and dropped the guitar when I heard the clapping. Damn Fucking Christian walking in at the wrong God Damn moment. I turned round and glared at him.

"It's called knocking." I said sarcastically. "Ever tried it."

He ignored my sarcastic remarks. He just smiled.

"Your amazing."

I really couldn't care less. He was beginning to get on my nerves with his untimely interruptions and nosiness.

"You really are your brothers sister."

That was the only comment that hit me. I walked over to him. I punched him right in the face and left. I locked him in the music room. I could hear his screams.

"Willow you bitch let me out!"

I didn't care. Despite my earlier observations Christian was starting to strike me as a bit of an asshole. I ignored him and changed into my Jammies. By then his whinging and whining was getting unbearable. So I unfortunately had to open the door. He smiled at me but not for long.

"Get the fuck out my room and stay away from me Christian."

"I can't I promised your brother I'd look after you."

"That doesn't mean following me like a lost puppy idiot."

"Well I'm sorry I'm doing my job Miss I can't handle some company."

"I didn't ask to be fucking babysat I'm 20 for fucks sake."

"Well tough your going to have to deal with it."

I hit him and I hit him fucking hard. His nose burst and blood splurged all over his face.

"Now will you fuck off."

Christian grabbed me and lifted me up. I began to scream.

"I'm not going to put you down until you apologize."

I began to cry.

"I'm sorry, please put me down."

He put me down on my bed. I buried my face in the pillow. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air. Christian picked me up and sat me down on the bed. Blood was streaming down from his face but he was too focused on me. He sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I cuddled into his shoulder.

"Ashley messed you up more than he realized didn't he?"

I nodded.

"You can speak to me you know , even though I'm annoying and pushy I will listen."

So I told him everything. Every single little story. Every incident. He sat there and comforted me. He held me close. At the end he kissed my forehead.

He was about to get up and leave since it was late. I grabbed his arm.

"Don't go I don't want to sleep alone."

So he stayed. He wrapped me in his arms and held me until I fell into a deep sleep.