We Are Made From Broken Parts {On Hold}

How We Roll

"Dude, what the fuck?" Da Kurlzz says. He is just as surprised as the guys. Hell, he is just as surprised as I am. J-Dog turns, revealing his face. I freeze. I blink a few times before clearing my throat. "J? Baby, is that you?" He nods slowly. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you-" He is cut off by my lips crashing into his. I kiss him softly. I don't even care that he lied to me. I am just so excited to finally see him in real life. After a few seconds, I pull away, breathless. "Well what a show," Charlie says and every chuckles. "Now why the fuck did you pull off your mask?" He questions. "I had to tell her the truth." Jorel says simply. "We should go celebrate! It was our anniversary yesterday!" I squeal, very excited. "We have to finish up here so we can get ready for tour in Europe." Johnny 3 Tears says, sounding really bored. "B-but you just got here!" I protest, my happy mood instantly vanishing. "Sorry babe." Funny Man mumbles under his breath. "Don't call me/her that!" Jorel and I snap at him. He holds up his hands and walks away. 

"April, please don't be angry with me!" Jorel pleads as he pulls me into a hug. I breathe in his scent as tears build up in my eyes. "J, you just got here. Please don't go!" I plead with him, wiping my eyes. I will not cry, I order myself sternly. "She could just go on tour with us..." Danny says and trails off as I whip my head around to look at him. "Are you serious?" Everyone asks at the same time. "Well, yeah. If she is J's girlfriend, she might as well know our real names and stuff. She can come on tour with us!" Danny says, obviously warming up to the idea. "We'll just have to go to her house and pack her stuff, maybe tell her parents where she is going. The usual. Maybe J should meet her parents?" Funny Man says as he walks back with a burrito in his hand and his hair wet. Everyone nods and I shake my head. "Not happening." Jorel looks at me confused. "But don't you want me to meet your parents?" I shake my head. "My parents are... different." I say after some thought. "Whatever. Can we just get her stuff and get ready for Europe?" Da Kurlzz says all whiny. J shrugs and walks to the back entrance. "Don't you guys need to um... shower or something?" I ask as I follow him slowly. He smirks and shakes his head. "The others might want too. I already did. We can go to your house and pack some stuff for tour, if you want." "Okay!" I agree quickly. It might be selfish to leave my parents, but come on. I am a 20 year old girl! I should be at college and hanging out with other girls my age. "April, you coming?" Jorel says, pulling me out of my thoughts. He was standing at the door, propping it open, waiting for me. "Um, yeah. Bye guys!" I call out to the others. A few 'byes' are thrown my way, bu otherwise the guys are quiet. As I am about to walk out the door, Funny Man comes running up with another burrito. "I'm coming!" He shouts and runs out to the tour bus. J is already at the doors looking back at us with a placid expression. "We are gonna drive this... to my house?" I ask J. He continues talking to the driver before asking for my address.

"This is it." The driver shouts towards us from the front of the bus. Funny, (Whose real name I later learned was Dylan) J, and I had chilled in the back and talked the whole time. The ride was only like 15 minutes and I was kind of excited to leave my small, boring town of Virginia City. "So you guys wait on the bus and I will pack up some stuff," I say, trying to get off the couch. "Nu-uh," Jorel says and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me onto his lap. "I am coming with you. If you dont want to me to meet your parents then I can at least walk you to the door." I think about it for a second. "Fine," I say giving in. "But you have to stay at the door." He smirks and picks me up bridal style. I smirk and hang on. "You know that I can walk, right?" I ask still smiling. Hanging out with J was fun and I didn't want him to see my parents treat me badly. He smirks and sets me down on my porch. "Should we ring the doorbell or- never mind, you've got this," Jorel says, grinning like a madman. 

I quietly open and close the door, leaving J outside. The tv is still on and my father is sitting on the couch surrounded in beer bottles and is probably drunk as fuck. I breathe out a sigh of relief as he slumps further into the couch and starts snoring really loudly. I slowly tread upstairs, my footfalls masked by my fathers snores. I cautiously step into my room and jump when Cookie meows. Shit, what am I going to do about the cat?  I quickly pull out my phone and text J. "What are we gonna do about my cat?" "Baby, just leave him. Your parents will take care of him." He texts back. I sigh loudly and freeze as the house creaks. "I can't leave him here," I whisper to myself. I grumble to myself as I start throwing a weeks worth of clothes into a small backpack. "Cookie, come 'ere. We are gonna go for a little trip." I whisper to him and pat the ground. He quickly runs over and I pick him up, cuddling him into my armpit gently. I fix my straps and tuck my other arm under Cookie's furry legs. He starts purring as I pet him. I quickly sneak back downstairs and am in the middle of the kitchen when a dark shadow comes out from behind the counter. "Where do you think you are going?" My mother says grinning evilly. "I am leaving this hell-hole." I declare firmly, trying to stop my shaking. My mother had abused me for years and now she was going to do it again. Jorel would help me. He was waiting just outside, I could call his name and- "You aren't leaving, little girl." My father says from behind me. I gently set Cookie down. If I am going to be injured, he should at least get away. "I am leaving," I say again, my confidence slowly fading.