We Can Run ~Pierce The Veil Love Story~

Chapter One

I woke the next morning to pans clanking downstairs. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When I got in the shower, the water hit my cut and I tried not to scream, it stung really bad. Tears ran down my cheeks because of the sting. I held out that arm out of the tub and finished washing up with my right hand.

When I got out, I carefully wrapped more gauze around my wrist, then I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

Since I was doing chores all day long, I just changed into long black sweat pants and a long sleeve black t-shirt that I had to wear for play practice a while back.

I walked downstairs and Katie was... Making breakfast?

Eggs, batter for pancakes, bacon, and oranges were spread out on the counter. "Morning." I said with caution. She looked at me, like she was going to kill me.

She pointed her finger at me and walked over to me. "Did you call child protective services on me?" She asked. "Um no. Why?" I asked. "Well someone from CPS is coming over sometime today, and I need to prove that I'm a good guardian." She said. "But you're not." I muttered under my breath, not loud enough for her to hear.

"Since when do you cook?" I asked her. "Since today. I got the call at five thirty this morning, so I had to straighten this place up." She said. "So I get out of my chores today?" I asked. "Yes you do. But tomorrow you are going to have plenty of them." She said. I was hoping the guy from CPS would come later, so she will continue to be nice to me.

Katie was dressed in skinny jeans, a Aerosmith band t-shirt, black converse and her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail.

Katie walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a sip. She made a quick face, then drank the rest of the bottle.

"Um. Do you really want to be doing that now?" I asked. "Just shut the fuck up, no one asked for you to talk. I'm so sick of you seriously, why the fuck was I even just nice to you?" She spat. Why was she doing this?

"Katie, that guy can show up any second, why the hell did you drink that bottle of whiskey?" I asked. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yelled at me. "You were just so-" then she held up her hand. "Talk one more time, I will fucking slit your throat." She said. I rolled my eyes and went upstairs.

She has the weirdest mood swings.

I sat on my bed and put in my headphones. I heard from a distance the door bell ring.

I took out my headphones and went downstairs.

"Hi my name is Katie, and this is my little sister Jess." She said, as she saw me walk down the stairs. The CPS guy was tall, had hair as white as snow, and piercing blue eyes. He held out my hand for me to shake it. "Hello. I'm Mr. Gabriel." He said. I wave and walked back upstairs.

From what I'm guessing, Katie was taking him through the house, giving him a quick tour. When they got to my room, Katie made a face that I only could see because the dude was behind her. Oh how I wish he saw that. "Nice house you have." He said to Katie.

"Why thank you. I clean almost all the time, and we are very grateful to have our grandmother to help us out with the house." She said. I rolled my eyes.

"Well I have no more to see. There's no need to open a case, so you are off the hook!" He said. Katie looked relieved. "Awesome, thank you so much." She said. The two of them walked out of my room and then back downstairs.

When I heard maybe front door close, Katie stomped up the stairs and into my room. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CALL HIM ON ME?" She screamed. I jumped from the surprise of her entrance. "What the hell! I didn't call anyone!" Katie walked over to my closet and pulled out a belt and whipped me.

"I will not stop hitting you until you tell me why you called." I choked on my tears, being not able to talk.

"I-I-I d-didn't c-c-call a-a-anyone." I sobbed. She kept beating me, and things started to get dizzy.

She pulled me by my hair, threw my onto the ground and started smacking my stomach with the belt. I cried out for her to stop, and for help. But she ignored me, and no one heard me.

Ten minutes later, she gave one final thwap at my face with the belt. "Next time you know not to call CPS." Then she stormed out of my room.

I tried to stand up, but my whole body was shaking and aching. My legs and arms were covered in bruises and they were bright red. I had marks from the belt on my stomach, and when she whacked me with the hard part of the belt, it had cut my hip.

I laid on my bed, in terror and crying in pain.

Why should I live? Why should I...

I rolled over, wincing because the pain and got up and walked over to my desk drawer to take out some pills.

I opened the top, but before I could pop any in my mouth, Katie walked in my room and I threw the bottle across the room before she saw me.

"I need a fucking ride." She said. "T-to where?" I stuttered. "A concert. I need someone to pick me up so I don't get fucking arrested." She said.

I agreed, because if I didn't I knew she would beat me again.

I put some makeup on my face and arms to hide the bruises. I slipped on some jeans, my combat boots, a gray hoodie and pulled my blonde hair in a high bun and went downstairs.

I grabbed the keys and waited in the car for Katie.

Ten minutes later, Katie walked out of the house, stuffing a flask inside of her jacket and got in the passenger seat.

"Who are you seeing?" I asked.

"Pierce The Veil, that band you like." My heart dropped. I had only been dying to go see them live, and my sister was only going because her boyfriend is. I felt tears sting my eyes, but I didn't let them all, knowing that Katie would most likely yell at me.

As I drove to the venue, my heart felt completely broken. This band basically saved my life, and my sister who hates that is going to go see them tonight.

When we arrived, Katie told me to wait in the parking lot until the concert was over, then she walked out to meet up with her boyfriend.

Good now I can cry.

I sobbed into the steering wheel. I loved them so much, and now my sister was seeing them.

Everyone who was waiting outside the venue had gone in because the concert had started.

Since the parking lot was in the back of the venue, I saw the tour bus. Knowing that they are probably on stage, they wouldn't be in there.

I grabbed my iPhone out of my pocket and plugged it into the AUX. I turned on "I'm Low on Gas, and You Need A Jacket" and rocked out. As time passed, the sun started to set and the lights in the parking lot came on.

I continued to Rock out, since I wasn't in there seeing them.

Around nine thirty, I start to get tired. "Million Dollar Houses (The Painter)" came on and tears flushed to my eyes. They would most likely be playing this song, and this is one of my favorites.

When the chorus came on, I heard a knock on the window.

I turned my head and I almost fainted.

Outside of that window, bending over and looking straight into my eyes was the one and only Vic Fuentes.