💘A KLAYTON SCOTT STORY💘

~SIX~

I was in the middle of my tour in Japan, and boy did they fucking love me over there!! it was there that I decided to change my appearance a lot. I got myself a killer ass mohawk, and dyed it electric red, with jet black underlay but I stayed true to my gothic background and kept going with the thick eyeliner, and apparel. Abby was going to love my new look for she was always telling me that I needed to shave the goatee I had, and my long kinky ass hair and hit it with some new wave hair-do so this was it and I had to admit I looked totally badass in it.

But another thing during my tour I found that it was so easy to get a lot of females in my midst and they'd do anything I asked them to!! It was totally insane but oh how I loved it. I even had a fan group of females that called themselves the Celldruids they were my loyal groupies and they followed me everywhere I toured. I was beginning to really like the attention being a rock star was giving me that even after my touring was over, I lost track of time and everything and realized that I hadn't been home, to see my little sister in over four and a half years. After I got all the booze and sluts out of my system all I wanted to do was go home for a while.

I mean I never missed one birthday for my sister or Kc, since I've been gone but sometimes money and presents wasn't enough for they missed me, so I told my contractor's that I was taking a vacation from L.A. and traveling for a while, and going back to New York to see my family and friends but added that I would keep making music, and sending it into them though for the video gamers just to keep a little sort of income going because I told them I could make music anywhere and that they didn't need me up their asses 24/7.

I packed my clothes, grabbed my guitar, and headed to the airport but I was stopped by Tracey, she wanted to come with me but I told her that was never happening she was just a chick that I partied with and I had no emotional feelings for her at all plus, for the fact that she was a crack whore, I didn't want drugs going into my home even though I was around it I didn't approve of it at all. I bought my ticket and waited for them to shout my flight number over the speaker then let them take my bags to the storage, I carried my guitar with me, and to waste some time I played different songs until I got everyone on the plane asking me to play their favorite song for them which I did gladly and turned the whole flight into a karaoke party with me as the head of entertainment.

Before I knew it, the plane was slowing down, and beginning to lower itself to land the stewardesses that just happen to be sitting on my lap enjoying the music party told everyone it was time to buckle up for the initial landing was going to be a little bit bumpy I laid my guitar in between my legs, buckled up, then braced myself for the landing along with everyone else but as I got off the plane a few of the young boys that was on the plane with me asked for my autograph and picture with me, I gladly gave it to them. I waited for my bags to make it down to me, then I walked to the front of the airport and hailed a taxi to take me back home.

Once the cab pulled up in the trailer park, I looked at it and decided that I didn't miss the place at all, now that I was home I was going to once and for all get my sister out of this hell hole and move her into a real house. I hopped out of the cab, paid the driver, grabbed my bags and guitar, and went to the door once I got inside I soon realized that no one was home so I went into my room, unpacked everything, and decided to take a nap after a few hours of rest I jumped up and looked around, still to find out that she didn't come home yet. I grabbed my cell phone and gave Abby a call and asked her where she was after the seventh ring, she finally answered very upset and crying. I asked her what was wrong and where she was after trying to figure out what she was saying through her hysteria I finally got the picture, Kc was in an accident and in the hospital in some kind of coma.

I flew out the doors as I asked her which hospital she was at, that I was home and on my way there right now she told me she was at the Mount Sinai Hospital. I hopped on my old motorcycle hoping it was still running, once I got it fired up I rushed over to the hospital to see Kc and to be there for my sister. I rushed into the hall to the main desk and asked for Kc Lee Baker the woman looked at me like I just came out of a sideshow but I slammed my hand on the desk and asked her again that she was my sister my other sister Abby was already here in the building with her! before she could tell me another word Abby came running toward me and jumped into my arms still crying wildly. I rubbed her head and told her that everything was going to be ok then she drug my ass to the room Kc was in.

Right, when I looked at my little sweet pea laying there helpless, covered in burns, and lacerations I couldn't believe that it was her. I touched her hand and held onto it as I knelt down beside the bed. Suddenly all the what if's and all the things I should have done for her attacked me at once. The one thing she has always and forever begged me for was for me to teach her how to play my fucking guitar and I always ignored her, I hated myself for how I treated her back then. I was brushing her hair away from her face when I realized that she was no longer a little girl, she grew up and I looked at her in a way I never did before.