The Band Next Door (COMPLETED) [UNDER EDITING]

4; A painting with marvelous colors

Dylan O'brien as Zachary bradston

   Dustin Rodgers.

   Dustin freaking Rodgers.

   I was staring wide eyed into the bluish- grey orbs of Dustin Rodgers eyes.

   I couldn't get over the fact. Rushing to the curtains, I yanked them together, hiding my fear filled eyes from him. Backing away from the now closed curtains, I tripped onto my bed and screamed as my back came into contact with the bedpost. Sucking in a breath, I quickly hoped HE couldn't hear me. Actually, I prayed both HE'S wouldn't hear me. I didn't need Dustin Rodgers getting dragged into my mess of a life too.

   I groaned as I stretched out on my bed. I laid in my bed for a few minutes before collecting enough willpower and energy to get up and take a shower. I grabbed some clothes and slowly shuffled towards the bathroom, making sure the curtain was shut so he couldn't see my struggle. 

   I turned the knob in the shower and stepped into the shower, hissing in pain as the scalding water hit my open wounds. Gritting my teeth, I stood there until the stinging was gone. I slowly massaged shampoo into my hair and rinsed it out. I stepped out and gingerly wrapped the towel around my battered body. I pulled on a loose t-shirt and baggy sweatpants and pulled my hair up in a messy bun, crawling into my bed. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off into oblivion.
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   Boom.

I jerk awake, sitting upright in my bed. What the hell was that?

Boom.

I jumped again, looking around my room to try and pinpoint the sound.
It happened once more, and I looked at the window. It wasn't coming from my room- nor anywhere else in the house- so it had to be from outside. I got up, wincing as the movement sent jolts of pain through my body, and quietly stumbled to my window. I pulled the curtains back and peered through the glass.

I could see the window next door, curtains wide open, giving me a full view of what was happening inside the house.

There were four people inside. I recognized Dustin as one, but as for the others, I was clueless. They were all standing at or near some type of instrument. I could see a drum-set, two guitars, and two microphones. Dustin was sitting at the set of drums and the others were standing with guitars or mics. For the second time in less than 12 hours, I backed away from the window, this time in horror and fear.

   "There's this really hot dude moving in town with his rock band! And you haven't heard the best part!"
   I rolled my eyes at her. She could be so oblivious sometimes. "What's the best part?"
   She squealed. "They're moving in next to you!" She clapped her hands.

Well shit. This was just great. I had a rock band next door and music can literally kill me. This just made my life all rainbows and butterflies. I could hear their music- the first music I've heard in 6 years. They were actually pretty good, if you take away the fact that I'm going to get abused because of it. I could see why people liked them so much.

   Mid-way through the first song, my father came barging in my room. His eyes wandered the room until they found me, sitting up in my bed with wide eyes. I froze, not daring to move. I could see my clock from my peripheral vision, and the red digital numbers read 12:43 a.m. Oh no. If he does what I think he's going to do, I'm going to feel like shit tomorrow. He stalks over to my bed.

He does it. My so-called 'father' grabs me by the hair and drags me towards the door. I yelped in shock and cast one last glance towards the window that gave me this hell of a night