The Band Next Door (COMPLETED) [UNDER EDITING]

18; A Visit

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Amanda's POV

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I'm coming Amanda. I'll get you and when I do, your mine. Once and for all.

I gasped. Biting my lip, I contemplated what to do. My fingers hovered hesitantly over the keyboard.

Amanda

Who is this?

"Amanda?" Dustin's voice made me look up. He was leaning against the door frame, looking curiously at me. "Are you okay? You look kind of spooked."

"Uh... yeah. I'm fine." I quickly clicked my phone off and set it on the dresser. "Where am I sleeping?" I looked around his room and saw a small couch. "I can sleep on the couch if yo want." I grabbed my bag and put it next to the couch.

Dustin grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Nope, you get the bed. I'll sleep on the couch." He pushed me lightly towards the large comforter.

I shook my head. "I can't. It's your room. You should sleep on the bed. I'll feel guilty if you don't." I tried to get up off the bed but he held me down. "Dustin just let me sleep on the couch." I wiggled around and finally got free.

"You asked for it." Dustin flopped down on me, successfully squashing me on the bed.

"Uh dust- Dustin?" I poked his broad shoulder. "Dustin your Hurting me." I gasped out.

He quickly scrambled off me. "Shit I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I gasped and held up a finger, catching my breath. I nodded.

"Fine, I'll take the bed." Dustin smiled at me and poked my nose.

"I knew you would."

I rolled my eyes at him but slid into the warm covers. Dustin turned the lights off and I heard him walk to the couch.

"Amanda?"

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily as the covers swallowed my small frame.

"Can you please tell me why we- the band that is- can't play music?" He asked hesitantly and I sighed.

"He hates music. Ever since my mom... passed away... he couldn't stand music. It reminds him too much of her." Tears filled my eyes as I thought of my mom.

"What... what happened to your mom? If you don't want to tell me that's okay. I just... I want to help." Dustin struggled to find the right words.

I laughed a little. "No, it's okay. The four of us were in a car crash and mom... She didn't make it. That's why Tom always drinks- it's his coping method. She was an amazing singer and loved music... that's why he won't listen to music anymore. He doesn't let anyone listen to music." I wiped a stray tear away.

"I'm sorry..." Dustin's voice broke in the darkness.

A silence washed over us for a couple of minutes until Dustin broke it. "You said there were four of you... Who was the fourth?"

I pressed my lips together to halt a sob. "My... My brother. His names Damien. He was only seven years old when the crash happened. After my dad started getting abusive, I had to send him away to my aunts. I took the beatings for him until it became to much. He was only seven; he doesn't need to see his big sister like that. I haven't seen him in four years. I missed four years of his life and I'm... I'm such a bad sister." I hated myself everyday and blamed myself everyday for what happened. Yeah I protected him, but I should have died. If I had died and mom didn't, he would be okay. It's like taking a band aid off. It stings at first but fades away. Just a memory.