We played amazingly and it was awesome. The drummer (the sexy jerk) messed up and it was noticeable. I just ignored his mistakes and focased on my singing. At first it was wierd and uncomfortable but after a few songs i was good. We finished at 12am and that was 1 hour passed my curfew. No worries Ms. Cara called my Aunt Lizzie.
Ms. Cara approched the bass player and i may have been eavesdropping. Well anyways i heard my name come up and i immediately turned around. "Hey Ms. Cara! How'd we do?" I exclaimed. Her face filled with color.
"Oh uh hi Melinda! I was just talking about you! I was just bragging about you! This is my ex wifes son, Samuel Jullee. He plays the bass, obviously!" Samuel shook my hand. He was hot! But i dont think i like him..
" Hi. You can call me Sam or Sammie. I really don't care. Uh, you were great. You have a beautiful face. I mean a beautiful voice. Not that you dont have a beautiful face because you do. Your hot! I am just gonna shut up now." He was nervous around me! How cute! I change my mind about the whole not liking him thing. I dont know to be honest.
"Its ok. You dont have to be nervous. Just think of me as like one of the guys? Wait no. I dont know to be honest." I tried to be cool. Well lets just say that doesn't work out for me. We all laughed. " Im sorry. I am really tired." I said trying to defend myself.
" Oh ok. So your place or mine." I opwned my mouth but nothing came out. " Im kidding. Loosin' up Waters!" He joked. Did he just call me by my last name? Wow that's wierd! " We should hang out sometime. I just moved in with Carol. I mean Ms. Cara. My mom passed away and Ms. Cara is my god mother. I used to live in Alaska with my mom and stepmother." Wow he was really interesting. The only interesting thing about me was that I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety.
" Uh yeah, sure! That would be great. Here, put your number in my phone." I handed him my phone and he typed in his information. He also took a picture with me for the contact photo. He looked hot with his dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. " Ill text you tomorrow but i have to get home. Dont want to keep my aunt waiting." I slid my phone in my back pocket and started to walk away. As i walked home i could not get Sammie out of my head. I decided that I do like him but just a tiny bit. I wonder if my mom is proud of me.
I arrived at the place i was staying at. This was not my home. My home was accross town in a big brick house that i shared a room with my little sister, Allie. Where my mom and dad fought, my older brother pulled pranks on my sister and I with his best friend/ boyfriend. Gosh they were so cute. I used to walk in his room and see them snuggled up to each other and say " Awwwww Zack and Mikey, the newly weds!" Zack (my brother) would yell at me while Mikey laughed.
I lightly knocked on the front door and my Uncle Dave opened with a cigarette in his mouth and a pistol in his hand." Put the damn pistol down Dave! Im not gonna hurt you right now." I yelled. I walked inside and he lightly smacked my butt. I turned around and smacked him in the face. Then I sprinted up the stairs to my room, slam the door, and locked it. I reched up and flipped the lach and secured it with a lock from Walmart. I leaned against the door and slid down. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed while my Uncle Dave banged on the door. I knew that if he got in he would either rape me or beat the shit out of me. I would rather get beaten than loose my virginity to my douchebag uncle.
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