Stained (A Fast and Furious Story)

Chapter 5

A/N
So I've been obsessing over Tori Kelly for the past week. I've always been a big fan of hers so the song that Avery is singing is Bottled Up! If you haven't heard it, go listen :)
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2 hours later, everyone is sleeping. I told Brian and Dom that I could keep watch while they got some rest. The night is cool and the soft breezes of the wind just make it perfect. I walk out towards the balcony and look over the night sky. This view is just perfect!

The moon is full and bright. It shines on my messy attire. Actually, messy is more of understatement. My shirt is torn in the different areas. It's stained with dirt and blood, and my pants are pretty bad, too. They're also torn, but they could pass as those torn designer jeans. They're just filthy. I'm filthy.... We're all filthy. I hope we can find somewhere to shower. ASAP!

I sit down on the ground, still deep in my thoughts. The main thought being why on earth didn't I sing like a bird and tell Brian that I was his sister. Why am I so afraid? There's seriously nothing to fear! I mean, maybe he won't like me but he seems to like me. He doesn't seem to mind me, I don't know. Maybe I should just wait it out?

Are you crazy? This is the moment you've been waiting for your WHOLE life and you're going to wait, Avery O'Conner? Ugh... I know I shouldn't, I just can't shake this strange feeling. "I'm going crazy.." I mutter under my breath.

I look over to my left and notice a dusty guitar leaning on the wall. I crawl over to it, (because lazy) and grab it. It's pretty beat up, but it'll do. I tune it up, forgetting that there are others inside and I sing.

I just wanna yell
& I just wanna throw it all in your face
It's silly that I've always felt this way
You'd never know
I just wanna yell
You know that I can only take so much
And I don't wanna keep it bottled up anymore, anymore
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh
Whoa, I don't wanna keep it bottled up

"You have an amazing voice. Where'd you learn to play?" I get startled and stop playing. I look over and see that Brian took a seat by the balcony.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, are the others up as well?" I feel so bad!

"No they're still asleep. Don't worry, I had woke up and I heard you. I thought you noticed when I sat down." He tells me.

"No, I didn't." I laugh. "And I learned when I lived in the foster homes. There was never anything to do so I kinda taught myself. We had the most random books and one of them was about guitars. We had got some donated to us, but I was the only one who paid them any attention."

"You're really talented. I can't remember if I asked you or not, but who are you really? You seem so familiar for some reason." He asks me. Shit.
I'm your sister. "What do you mean? I've never met any of you before." I say. Tell him who you are, Avery.

"I just feel like I know you. Thank you by the way. You didn't have to help us. Anyone else would've just left us to hold our own." He drops the who "I might know you" subject. He must have noticed that I was pretty uncomfortable.

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Brian. I wanted to help you."

"Why did you do it?" Because your my brother.

"Because I know that you aren't capable of doing what Hobbs think you did. Don't ask me how, I just have a gut feeling." Damn it Avery.