A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter One

"Mother, this is how you dress for Black Veil Brides concerts," I stated as I put my war paint on.
"Don't you think it's a bit much?"
My foster mom never likes it when I get into a new fandom. She thinks it is a waste of time and money.
I roll my eyes and respond,
"Hey, at least I'm not going to a night job at a strip club."
When I tore my eyes away from the task I had at hand to look at her response, it was worth it. She looked like I just told her I had sex with some guy on the street. I laugh and continue with my face art. Eventually, she left me to get the rest of my outfit together.

Ten minutes later, I have my Black Veil Brides ripped tank top on along with sliced grey jeans, biker boots, the bracelets I made with their song titles as well as one with their names on it in their honor and Andy Sixx eye makeup. With my auburn highlighted dark brown side banged hair, I finally looked the way I wanted to in front of my so called family. Yes, I said so called family. Why? Well, they adopted me a year ago. They are the thirtieth family that has adopted me after my bitch of a mother gave me up as soon as I entered this hell hole most people call home. But none of that matters right now. I get to follow my favorite band on Warped Tour with my best friend, Cye. We were in the same orphanage growing up and he took me under his wing. Luckily he is six years older than me, so he sort of knew what he was doing when he took care of me.

I hear Cye's car pull up outside, so I took one last look at myself in the mirror and run downstairs to get the door. When I open it, he's standing there. He's in the same getup I am in. Only he probably looks better since he's older and doesn't look like a kid dressed up for Halloween.
"Hey," he says smiling down at me. He's a few inches taller than me. He's six foot five and I'm six foot.
I beam and hug him. It's always nice to actually feel comfortable around someone.
I let go and step back as my "mom" finally gets to the door to greet our guest.

"You must stay and have dinner with us," she insisted after she had interrogated him about the band and the concert we were going to see and what we were doing. Luckily he was used to all of my foster families and knew how to get out of answering any questions that he was asked. One day I've gotta learn how to do that.
"Mrs. Carrnin," he was interrupted by my mom so that she could say,
"Karli, dear, you can call me Karli." She blushes.
Oh brother.
"Karli," he corrects his last try at a sentence and continues.
"We would love to stay for dinner, but we must be on our way to the concert. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to get there in time."
He looks at me and I get the message. I run back upstairs to grab my suitcase that I've packed over the series of three days. Clunking it down the stairs I loose my footing and start falling. Cye tried to catch me and my suitcase went flying. It hit the wall with a loud bang and I fell against Cye. We hit the floor and I heard a crack and Cye groaned. Putting my hands on either side of him so that I wouldn't press on him, I got off him and kneeled next to his head. I sighed in relief when I found Cye's head hadn't cracked open, it just cracked the wooden floor.
"If you didn't like the flooring, why didn't you say something?" I asked sarcasticly, gesturing toward the crack on the floor when he joined me in kneeling. He looked at me like I lost my mind, then I started to laugh. After a few seconds we were all on our backs laughing at my clumsiness. But it didn't last long. A slam of a door had us all on our feet in seconds and Cye grabbed my suitcase and handed it to me, ready to bolt out the door at any second.
"What the hell was all that noise?!" My adoptive father yelled down at us from the stair balcony.
"I tripped with my suitcase down the stairs, dad." I said with annoyance.
"Figures. You've always been clumsy." He scoffed as he walked down the stairs to examine why I had a suitcase that had made so much noise.
"You don't even know me! All you do is stay in your study drunk!" I screamed.
The nerve of that guy. He tries to abuse my 'mother' and me and he has the nerve to say one bad thing about me.
My mother held out a hand to hold my shoulder and tried to hold me back. I was having none of it. I was going to have an amazing time with my Cyler and my band. He was not ruining tonight for me.
"What the hell is all over your faces?" He asks with disgust dripping from each word.
I looked him over. He had a scruffy brown beard that looked like it hasn't been cleaned in a week. Narrow brown eyes that were always trying to unravel you. Short brown hair, beer stains all over his blue polo shirt and ripped filthy jeans. He was bare foot, which wasn't surprising since he looses his shoes constantly. Then I turn to my mom. She was clean, long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect makeup. A summer loose shirt with jean shorts that came to the knee and comfy sandals. She was the complete opposite of my adoptive father. I'd actually kind of come to like her. She was the first one other than Cye to give two craps about me.
"Us?! What about you?! You ugly, sloppy, pig!" I spat out the last word with as much disgust as he was giving me with his eyes.
I turned to my mother and hugged her. I took that chance to say,
"If he does anything to you, call the cops."
I let go of her and looked into her eyes to make sure she understood how done I was with him treating us both like crap. She nodded slightly and I hoped she wasn't lying.
"I'll be back in a week," I stated and picked up my suitcase. I wish I had just walked out the door without saying anything. That's when my dad grabbed my arm and twisted it backwards behind my back.
Well, that hurt.
"You are not going anywhere," he snarled in my ear.
Cye rushed forward, clapped him in the neck and yanked me from his grasp. I ended up in my moms arms with my suitcase by my side on the floor.
"Touch her again, and I'll make sure you have nothing left but a prison cell to call your own." Cye snarled towards my attacker that I'm forced to call my dad for my 'mother's sake.
My dad went to pounce at Cye, but he wasn't quick enough. Cye spun around and round kicked him in the jaw. Dad stumbled back against the wall and slumped down onto the floor unconscious.
I got away from my mothers grasp and opened the door, Cye at my side with my suitcase. I gave a little wave to my mother and headed to Cye's pickup truck.