(BLAKE’S POV)
“BLAKEY-POO! WAKEY WAKEY!” someone yelled as something fuzzy licked my cheek.
“Wha the?” I mumbled.
“TODAY IS THE DAY! YOU’RE GOING TO OC WITHOUT DADDY!” the voice, which I know recognize as Jayy’s, said. Fire hopped off of me as I sat up.
“I’m up… I’m up… monster?” I ask, hopefully. Uncle Jayy just laughed and handed me the energy drink. “Thanks,” I muttered as I took a long sip.
“c’mon, we gotta leave in thirty minutes,” he said. With that, I jumped up and took a quick shower. After that, I put on some ripped black skinny jeans and a ripped Green Day shirt. I straitened my hair and lined my eyes before slipping on my Converse and Mum’s locket.
“BLAKE! FIVE MINUTES!” Dad yelled from downstairs. I ran downstairs and into the car, where everyone already was.
“Letsgoletsgoletsgoletsgo,” I chanted.
“You got your laptop for your school work?” Dad asked. I nodded. Since it was only the first of May, I still had a few more weeks of school. “You got-“
“Yes, Dad! I have everything! Let’s go!!!” I shouted.
***
We arrived at the airport and said our goodbyes. I went through all of the procedures and when the lady said we could use our electronics, I turned on my music. I immediately put on “Slaves to Substance” by Suicide Silence.
“You're all slaves.
So sit back b*tch, what the f*ck's it gonna be?
Are you listening to me?
It's your dependence robbing innocence,
Is this really who you wanted to be?
Rock bottom is your wake-up call.
Oh my god you're pitiful, your dependence robbing innocence.
That makes you a slave to substance, eeah!
Slaves, you're fucking worthless.
You see that you've hit the bottom, you see everything is wrong.
You see that you've hit the bottom (slaves in shackles).
You see that you've hit the bottom, right now your mind is gone
You see that you've hit the bottom (slaves in shackles).
Slaves! To substance, eeah! That makes you a slave!
You're fucking worthless!
I'm gonna sit back with my shades on
Watching you make all the same mistakes we all went through.
Everything that I've been through that I regret,
I'm watching you use now ever since we met.
It's your dependence robbing innocence,
Is this really who you wanted to be?
Slaves in shackles! Never to be set free,
That makes you a slave!
That makes you a slave! to substance, eeah!
That makes you a slave! You're fucking worthless!
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Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)
FanfictionCarter's daughter, Blake Wolf, has grown into a (semi) mature young woman, who has a knack for getting into trouble. How will J and the bands keep her in line? Will she fall in love with The Prophet's son?
