I'm falling for my best friend (A Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli love story)

Chapter 1

{Luna's POV} 

I am sitting in the kitchen listening to Marilyn Manson on Spotify on my laptop I am listening to the song "The Nobodies" as I was singing along, I heard my mother come into the house from work she came into the kitchen and looked at me angrily. 

"What did I say about playing that type of music in my house!!" my mother said angrily. 

"Not to play it unless you were out." I replied. 

I turned off the song logged out of my Spotify account and shut down my laptop I walked over to the fridge and noticed my mother was out of beer I looked at the counter and noticed all the empty beer bottles sitting on the counter. 

"Luna bring mother a beer." 

"Your out of beer." 

"Can you go get some beer?" my mother asked. 

"No because you're already drunk." I said. 

My mother came storming back into the kitchen and slapped me across the face my face stung really bad I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes but I refused to let myself cry I grabbed my laptop and went to walk away when my mother threw a beer bottle at me, I brought my arm up to protect my face. I felt the glass cut my arm I ran upstairs to my room I closed the door and locked it. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit and carefully removed the shards of glass out of my arm and cleaned it up I wrapped my arm up. I put the first aid kit back and left the bathroom I sat down on my bed and thought of a plan to escape my mother a few minutes later I heard my mother's car drive away I quickly packed up all of my belongings I put on my winter coat and walked downstairs with my belongings and saw my mother come back into the house with a case of beer. 

"Going somewhere?" 

"I'm getting the hell away from you." 

"No one is going to take you in because you cause people to leave and no one will ever love you, you caused your father to leave us." my mother said. 

"My father left when I was 2 years old, he probably left because of your heavy drinking." I said. 

"Get the hell out of my house right now I don't care what happens to you or where you go!!" my mother shouted. 

I gave my mother back the key to the house and walked out into the cold night air I heard my mother slam the door behind me I walked across the grass to Chris's mothers house I walked up the porch steps and knocked on the door. Mrs. Cerulli opened the door she took one look at me and ushered me into the house I walked into the living room and sat my belongings down I took off my coat. 

"Luna what happened to your arm?" 

"My mother threw a beer bottle at me and I brought my arm up to protect my face and the beer bottle cut my arm I removed the shards from my arm and bandaged it up." 

"Come into the kitchen and let me see your arm." Mrs. Cerulli said. 

I followed Mrs. Cerulli into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table Mrs. Cerulli grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and joined me at the table she unwrapped my arm and cleaned it up really good and re-bandaged my arm. 

"Mrs. Cerulli, I stopped by to say good-bye because I left home because I am sick of my mother's drinking and I'm sick of her blaming me for my father leaving when I was 2 years old." 

"Where will you go?" 

"To be honest I have nowhere to go I don't have a job because I got fired the other day from my job for being late but it wasn't my fault." 

"Luna you can stay with me and you can stay in Chris's old room." Mrs. Cerulli explained. 

I had dinner with Mrs. Cerulli it felt like old times it reminded me of when I was a kid and I would have dinner with Chris's family sometimes I would end up staying the night because I didn't want to go home and deal with my mother. Later on, that night I am laying on Chris's bed when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I heard the bedroom door open and saw my best friend standing in the doorway I got up off the bed and ran into his arms I broke down and cried. 

"Luna, my mom told me what happened." 

"You can come live with me or you can live here with my mom." 

"I don't want to be anywhere near my house or mother." I sobbed. 

"What happened to your face?" Chris asked. 

"My mother slapped me because I wouldn't go get her beer." 

I sat back down on Chris's bed he sat his bag down and walked into the bathroom I closed his bedroom door and sat back down on the bed when Chris came out of the bathroom, he sat beside me on his bed. 

"You can sleep in my old bed and I'll go sleep downstairs on the couch." Chris said. 

"You can sleep in here too like we did when we were kids." I replied. 

Chris and I climbed into his bed I reached over and turned off the lamp I rolled over and tried to fall asleep I rolled over and faced Chris, he looked at me and smiled. 

"Are you okay?" 

"I can't sleep." 

Chris started to sing to our favorite song by Marilyn Manson I listened to Chris sing "The Nobodies" I laid my head on his arm and fell asleep. 

{A/N: I am going to try my very best to make this story better than the first story that I did don't forget to vote and comment}