Story Of A Girl

Chapter 3: Headfirst For Halos

Y/N's POV

The concert was over in a flash and the crowd began to shuffle out slowly. Juliette and I make our way back to her car and start to leave the arena.

As we leave we see a suspicious midnight black van trail us for a while but Juliette pays no attention.

Juliette drops me off at my home and speeds off as I enter the front door. My mom is sitting and talking to a group of people just barely out of frame from the living room. "Mom?" I call out as I walk towards her. Suddenly I see them. "The band from earlier! Gerald Gay! He's in my house! Juliette would've fainted by now." I think to myself. "Oh Y/N, you're home... Have a seat, please" my mom utters sternly. I walk into the kitchen and suddenly I feel incredibly nervous. Even though I've never cared for rockstars, the fact that 4 of them are standing in my kitchen is frightening.

One of the band members is drinking tea from my favourite mug as Gerald begins to speak "Hey, Y/N. You're probably curious as to why we're all here I bet..." I look at him wildly. "How do you know my name? Mom, did you let them in?" I say shaking with fear.

"Y/N... You've been sold... I'm so sorry." My mom says with not an ounce of sincerity in her voice. "The bills were just too much. I'm doing what I need to do to survive."

I start to cry and fall over but the tallest of the 4 with long curly hair catches my fall. "How... How could you do this to me??" I scream. " Don't worry Y/N, we swear we'll treat you kindly." says the one who looks oddly similar to Gerald.

I look towards my mother to scan her face for any emotion. There's nothing. I decided right then and there through my tears that it would be better for me in the long run to stay with these weird guys than stay with my mom.

I untangle myself from the curly-haired man's grasp, defeatedly head to my room, and begin packing a bag.
I've lived in this house my entire life and never known anyone but my mom... it's always been her and I; while I feel incredibly hurt, part of me will miss this. I throw clothes into my bag haphazardly and bring mostly essentials, but a few cherished possessions make their way in, like my ancient teddy bear that Juliette gave me in the 3rd grade and the books she bought me for my 18th birthday.
"Juliette... She'd be so pumped if she was here right now and that's the only thing getting me through this. If she were me she'd be bouncing around the room in excitement... I need to stay positive..." I say barely audibly to myself.

I finish tossing everything into my bag and head downstairs. The shortest member with the lip piercing gives me a welcoming smile as the one with glasses grabs my bag to put it in their van.

On my way out I glare at my mom one last time who's too busy counting the money she just received to bother looking at the daughter she just sold.

I jump into the van without saying a word to her and we decide to leave almost immediately.

I'm interested to know what the future holds for me. Will we get along? Could I find love and friendship?