Hold On Till May (Jaime Preciado) [Book 1] (Editing)

Chapter 1

"Father, father tell me where have you been,
It's been hell not having you here
I've been missing you so bad,
And you don't seem to care

When I go to sleep at night
Your not there
When I go to sleep at night
Do you care?" I sang along to Kellin Quinn's high pitched voice.

Right now it's two in the morning and I'm sitting in my from listening to Sleeping with Sirens while waiting for my dad to get home from the bar so he can yell at me and beat me for god only knows what. I don't really see a point in going to sleep just to get woken up by yelling and probably a punch to the face. So I stay awake and wait while listening to music.

Let me introduce myself shall I? My name is Laney Stockwell, Im 20 years old and I'm living in Huntington Beach, California with my abusive dad and my brother. I go to a music Institution in Los Angeles where I study, of course, Music. I hope to one day form a band a go on tour and travel the world. I like to listen to a lot if 'newer' bands like, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Of Mice & Men, Attila, Bring me The Horizon, Dayshell, and many more. I don't know my mom, she died when I was five so I don't remember much if what she was like but I remember she was really pretty, so yeah that pretty much everything about me, nothing special.

"LANEY!" I hear my dad yell as he entered the house and slammed the front door shut. "Get your ass down here!"

I quickly turned off and hid my CDs and CD Player so he wouldn't come up here and smash them, I learned that the hard way, then ran down stairs and into the front room.

"Yes, daddy," I sad sarcastically with a fake smile on my face acting like I was happy that he was home, drunk.

"I thought I told you to pick up this mess," he said motioning to the mess of beer bottles that were laying around the house.

"Sorry, I forgot," I said and grabbed a garbage bag that laying on the couch and starting shoving bottles into it.

"FORGOT!?!" he yelled grabbing my wrist making wince in pain and drop the bag which made a loud clanking noise. "I thought I told you to clean this up before I got home!" he yelled in my face. His smelled like beer and weed,which was not at all a surprise. "How many times did I tell you to clean this up?" he asked.

"I don't know, I'm sorry I forgot to clean it, but let go of me so I can," I said trying to pull away but that just caused me a punch in the face.

"No, go to your room I'll clean this mess up myself," he said pushing me towards the stairs. As I walked up them I felt blood start to run down my face from my nose.

Yay another bloody nose.

I walked into my room shut the door, laid down on my bed and fell asleep crying just like everymorning.