Keep Quiet

Chapter 1 *being edited*

CHAPTER ONE

-AIDEN-

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I could do nothing as I felt the punch land, or more like, heard it. The sound of my beating only seemed to put me in more pain but I was used to it, so used to it. My mother had her brass knuckles and my father, when I peeked at him, had a ruthless expression. He wanted to join my mother in her activites, I could tell. He wanted to hurt me, for reasons I'd never understand and he wanted my blood shed. I figure my mother will be done soon, as she was panting by now, and then I would either have to endure his cruel taunts as he took her place, or I was allowed to crawl upstairs to my room. I couldn't bring myself to believe in escape, I had given up on that long ago. 

All I could hope for was my body to numb itself before I started to cry. I didn't want to cry. Usually, I spent most of my time batling the human instinct

[I let out a mental scream as my mother punched me. With brass knuckles. My father stood there with a ruthless expression and he looked like he wanted to join her in the beating of her flesh and blood, her son. I know what your thinking... What kind of sick people would do that to their son? All I can say is that they've been like this for as long as I can remeber.

They hated me but they did their best to keep me. I recalled how they would move us away when the police had been called. But for now, this wasn't a time for a trip down memory. I froze as my mother hit me again. Ignore the pain, I told myself, it won't hurt as much. Of course I was lying to myself. Nothing could disguise the pain of being beated by a loved one. I may have grown up with abuse but I knew enough of the love I could be feeling. Or did I?

I suppose it was not real because I had fallen in love with a dog. He had loved me unconditionally and of course if anyone loved me it'd be the end of the world. My father killed it a week after he found out about the dog. He had called him "Mutt" and forced me to. But I always held my dogs secret name to myself.

And as I peeked open an eye I saw that my father was moving forward to join in. A rush of fear passed through me. He must be buzzed from drinking with his "friends". I closed my eyes and thought of my dog. It will all be over soon, Rockstar, soon.]

-SaraBeth-

"If only you could see 

That we were meant to be! 

I know you saw I died 

But that's 'cause you cried! 

Crying for me!"

I sang to a roaring crowd. I played my guitar solo after that verse and the song continued on beautifully. Eric beat the drums one final time and all sound stopped except for when I leaned forward and sang the last line.

"And you know I died for you."

I leaned back and strummed once.

"Okay! How was that?"I yelled to the crowd. They stared up at me mystified and the suddenly shouted loudly back.

"Are you ready for another?"I asked and was met with another round of screaming.

"Okay! This one is called 'Bless This Storyline Fate'!"It was a new song that we had just written two weeks ago and the music was added three days ago. It would be sketchy but it was the music and the way it was done that mattered. The song obviously hasn't been heard yet by anyone, so these guys were in for a treat.

"Beginnings so clear... 

People always cheer! 

Fresh as a daisy 

Nothing too hazy. 

Bless this fate 

With no hate... 

Filled with unrelenting dreams 

Can't follow the schemes.

"Middles so muddled 

Peoples thoughts befuddled 

Patience runs cold 

Not very bold. 

Bless what's faited  

And awaited 

This ride needs to end 

Did the message end?

"Endings are dreaded 

All hope seems shredded 

Even if it's ended 

Our pains aren't blended 

Bless our fates 

Dreams hidden in crates 

There is hope 

We can cope."

As I drew to an end the whole band held the undivided attention of everyone. Which was quiet a lot of people. And then I ended the song. (A/N: This actually a poem I wrote myself. I was too lazy to write an actual song)

"Bless this storyline fate, 

For it's here to stay..."

And the crowd errupted in cheers. I was flushed and I looked back to see the rest of the band only a little breathless. I held up a finger and they nodded.

I turned to the mike,"Okay, we have enough time for one more song and then we have to leave!" The crowds noises were a mixture of boo's and screams.

And then we started another song.

~*~

We sat with Marni Lee, our manager, and she looked us over with a grin. We were sweating like pigs and I felt extremely dirty. I needed a shower, fast. Why was Marni grinning? I don't know.

"I have great news!"

Chris, our second guitarist, smiled,"Does it involve me having freedom?"He asked. We all chuckled a bit. Chris was one to get frisky when he was 'free' actually meaning 'drunk as fuck'.

"Nope,"Marni said, popping the 'p'.

"I got a call from the director of "Highschool Love" (A/N: Geniously named, No?) And he wants you all to be cast memebers."

Eric, our drummer, smiled sweetly at her,"Thank you for doing everything."

Marni blushed. She was young. 26 years old to be exact. And Eric was 21. It could work out. Hmm... I giggled loudly. They turned to look at me.

Ricky, who played the bass, raised a eyebrow,"SaraBethy, do you want to tell us wants so funny?"

"Dude! I'm just excited!"I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh, and there's a catch,"Marni said and got back our attention,"You all have to go back to high school and teach SaraBeth the ropes because I understand you were homeschooled?"

Marni was actually our new manager. I fired the last one for hitting on me. I'm very prudish when it comes to dating.

"Yeah,"I looked to the guys. Chris was my age but he'd gone to high school until he dropped out at the age of sixteen. We are both 17. Ricky is 18 so he'd pass and then there was Eric...

"Eric is too old."I said bluntly. He glared at me.

"That's why he'll be a teacher in the show."She explained. I rolled my eyes. That actually cleared things up. Eric could certaintly play the part of a caring adult with authority.

"So where are we going?"I asked.

Marni's jaw tightened,"California."

I had a feeling she had a grudge against somebody there. Hell, she could have a grudge on the entire state.

"So when do we leave?"Chris piped up.

"Tonight."Marni said and I could hear groans from all around. I yawned. Did she want to kill us?

"We better hurry, then,"Eric said, smiling. He was night time guy. He'd be fine. I wasn't so sure about me.