The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

The Aftermath of the Resolution

Keep holding on...
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"What?" Allison went from calm to screaming in a second, "Dad, come on, please..."

Chris shook his head silently from behind his overpowering wife.

"Dad!" she wailed, "Don't remember what it feels like do to something you love? Don't you remember what it's like to give that up?"

Victoria butted in before Chris could answer, "Allison, your father's sinful past has nothing to do with you. We told you, no music, and you went and did it behind our backs."

"Mom!" now Allison was pleading. She didn't know what to do with her hands. She wanted to punch or something - it seemed unfitting to just stand there and watch her dreams be ripped to shreds. "Me and the guys... we're-we've really got something special... We're gonna make it, please-"

"The guys and I," Mrs. Argent ignored the rest of what her daughter was saying, "We have a zero tolerance party for lying in the family. Lying is a sin."

"And so is music apparently. That cello stuff I used to play, it was nothing. It didn't make me feel the way this feels."

"My word is final, Allison," Victoria turned to leave, grabbing her husband's hand and bringing him with her, "And I say you have to quit. Now go to your room and get studying for your Trigonometry test. Your grades are slipping."

"Mom, I have a B in that class!"

"Exactly."

Allison stormed up the stairs, hot tears stinging in her eyes and streaming down her face. The black liner she had attempted around her eyes was running, so she went into the bathroom and scrubbed at it until her skin was red and raw, and then she collapsed in the counter, crying again. She had lost Scott, and now she'd lost music, too.

She got cocky; she stopped trying so hard to keep the secret. She had grown careless after the breakup. Part of her had known that, but at least the risk involved made her feel something again. Now she felt emptier than ever. What did she have to live for.

"Allison!" her mother yelled from outside the bathroom, "I said your room, not that bathroom!"

"Fine," Allison retreated to her bedroom, and added before slamming the door, "I wish you would leave Dad so we wouldn't have to deal with you anymore."

For a while, she lay on her bed, hiccuping over her tears in silence, but that wasn't helping. She plugged in her headphones and searched through her library - searching for music heavy enough to numb her, to take away the pain.

True Friends, she selected, Bring Me The Horizon. Perfect.

She had listened to almost the entire That's The Spirit album when her father knocked softly on the door, and she recognized their secret code.

"Come in," she whimpered, propping herself a bit of the pillows, sniffling, and wiping the water from under her eyes.

Wordlessly, her dad clicked the door shut behind him and sat at her bedside, "Your mother went to Church."

Allison looked up at him with sad eyes, not saying anything and waiting for him to keep talking.

"Allison, I wish I could have helped, but I don't have much control of this..."

"Dad, I know. I'm sorry for dragging you into things with her. And I'm sorry that you have to stay with her for my sake."

He nodded gently, rubbing her back as she let a few tears leak out, "Sometimes I wish she would leave me, too..." he took a deep breath and stood up, "I want you to go talk to your friends. That dorky boy's keep is still in the McCall's driveway. Go break the news in person, alright?"