Breathless (Asking Alexandria, Cameron Liddell)

1. Goodbye?

Parker-
I sat in my living room, staring at my parents as they spoke.

"Parker, we had to take a loan a few years ago from a band. And in return we promised them you." My mother sighed, tears in her eyes.

"You're hilarious. Now what's my real graduation surprise?" I laughed.

"Park...." My dad sighed.

"You're kidding me." I gawked.

"No, I wish we were. It was stupid for us to take that loan from them. But we needed it at the time."

"So you just offered to give them your daughter?" I snapped.

"It was all we had to give." My mother sighed, crying some more.

"When do I leave?" I bit my lip.

"They will be here any minute."

I got up without another word, storming to my room and slamming the door.

My parents sold me when I was fourteen. They never really loved me.

I looked around my room to see that my stuff was packed.

My parents had been planning this.

They were sick.

So were these men that I was going to.

Who the hell buys a fourteen year old?

I didn't want to find out.

I heard the doorbell ring and cringed, I peered out my window to see a huge bus with a giant logo on the side.

Asking Alexandria

Honestly I had no idea who the hell that was. I listened to pop music. Not whatever the hell that they played.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump, my back hitting the window as I stepped away from the man in my room.

He had long black hair, reaching his shoulders, and a ring in his nostril. His ears were stretched but had no plugs in them and he was covered in tattoos. He wore black tight ripped jeans with a belt and a stretched out ripped T shirt along with some black boots. He was unbelievably tall, towering over my tiny frame.

"Who relax I didn't mean to scare you!" He said calmly, retracting his hand.

"Well it's a little too late. You already did." I glared.

"We've got ourselves a spitfire do we Cam?" Another man chuckled as he walked in, this one was dressed in the same manner, also covered in tattoos, but he had shorter brown hair. He had an accent that sounded Russian.

Were they all from a foreign country?

"Yeah Denis. I guess we do." The one called Cam chuckled.

"What's going on?" Another man asked as he and two others entered.

How many of them were there?

"Guys hold up you are frightening her." The shorter one with the shortest hair said.

"Sam is right." Cam said, glancing back at me.

"I'm Cameron, this is Denis." He pointed to the one with the funny accent. "And that's Sam." He said pointing to the one who had talked about me being frightened. "And that's James and Ben." He pointed to the other two.

I just stared at them, raising my eyebrow expectingly. This had to be a joke.

"You don't talk?" James asked.

"Not to you." I glared, pushing past them and walking downstairs.

I heard muttering and the sound of things being moved.

They were probably picking up my boxes.

"Parker where are you going?" My mother put her hands on her hips and tried to block my way.

I pushed her aside, walking out the door and past the bus.

"Where the hell is she going?" I heard a British voice ask.

"Go get her." The Ukrainian one groaned.

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me and picked up my pace. The footsteps sped up, and so did I, breaking into a run.

I heard a groan before fast footsteps followed, strong arms wrapping around my waist, lifting me off the ground.

I began to trash around kicking and screaming.

"Let me go! Please! Let me go!" I wailed, thrashing around.

He sighed, clasping a hand over my mouth as he carried me to the bus.

"Do you want to say goodbye to your family?" He said, sounding concerned, keeping his hand over my mouth, expecting me to behave and shake my head.

I bit his hand, causing him to draw it back in pain.

"Ouch!" He winced.

"I don't have anything to say to them." I yelled as he reached the bus stairs.

"Alright." He sighed. "Oh, one more thing." He said as he grabbed my butt.

I screamed, kicking around as he grabbed my cell phone from my back pocket.

"I promise I wasn't groping you." He said as he tossed the phone onto the pavement, closing the door.

"What the hell was that for!" I screamed at him as he put me down, the bus beginning to move.

"We can't have you saying anything negative about us on the Internet." He sighed, as if it was perfectly okay.

I glared at him.

"As if it would be a bad thing for your life to get ruined." I spat, turning away from him and walking up the stairs and into the lounge where the rest of the band sat.

"Parker right?" The one with the wavy brown hair asked.

"Yeah." I bit my lip.

I could feel Cameron's presence behind me.

"Where do I sleep?" I said suddenly.

I wanted nothing but to be away from these men.

"Back there, middle bunk second row on the left." Sam pointed out.

I nodded, walking to the back without another word.

"No goodnight?" I heard one of them chuckle.

"Give her time. This is all very sudden. She just lost everybody she knew." I heard Sam say. He was the only one with a level head.

I climbed into my bunk and began to cry. I lost everything. My college plans. My friends. My family. So many things had just been taken from me.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Sam looking at me.

"Hey. I just came to see if you needed anything." He said soothingly.

I shook my head.

"I just don't want to see anybody." I said, tears starting to spill down my face.

"If you change your mind come talk to me. I'm in the bunk under you tonight."

"Where are we going?" I said through gasps.

"We all own a house together in Cali. You'll be living there with us. I promise you we won't hurt you." He reached out to stroke my hair.

"Don't touch me." I jerked away, ripping the curtain closed, turning away from him.

Fuck you Mom.

Fuck you Dad.

Fuck you Asking Alexandria.

I hate you all.

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A/N: So this is a little bit different than what I usually write. But I kinda like it! Let me know what you think or if I should continue! Much love! <3 -Anon