Reed has been practicing his guitar all day. He's really good. I love listening to him play. Though, he soon stopped playing and put his guitar away.
"Why'd you stop?" I ask
"I have to pack for my New York show" he explains
"Show?" I ask
"Yeah. I sing. I preform at different places. I have to leave tomorrow for New York and won't come back for 3 days" he explains further.
"3 days?!"
"Yeah. I can't bring you with me because we only have tickets for myself, my manager john, and my guitarist Aaron. I'm sorry"
"It's alright. I'll live" I smile. It wasn't a real smile, though. I faked it. I didn't want reed to go. He has to, though. So I just need to suck it up and hope those 3 days will go by quickly.
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After reed was done packing, he played his guitar again. "do you know how to play?" He asked me.
"No it looks hard"
"It's not too bad. I'll show you how"
I sat on the edge of his bed. He gave me the guitar. He sat behind me. He put my fingers on the right strings and taught me a couple chords.
His arms were wrapped around me, because he's sitting behind me showing me the chords.
I looked back at him. He was smiling. He has such a cute smile. Our faces were close together. I just wanna kiss him but-
"What are you guys doing?" Blake asked in the doorway. We pulled apart.
"He's teaching me how to play guitar" I answer.
"You guys look more interested in each other than the guitar" he points out and walks down the hall.
"You have beautiful eyes" reed says. I felt a rush of heat go through my cheeks.
"Your eyes are better though. I mean they're perfect" I say.
He smiled at me. Our faces were close together again. I really want to kiss him but-
"REEEEEEED!" I heard Blake yell.
We separated. "What Blake?!" reed hollered back, annoyed.
"JOHN IS HERE" Blake yelled back.
"I'll be right back" reed says to me and walks out.
I waited for reed to come back. He took about 5 minutes. "I have to go to the studio. I'll be back in two hours, ok?"
I nodded my head.
He left and headed to the studio. Blake came in the room right after reed had left.
"Do you like my brother?" he asked
"Does your brother like me?" I asked
"Absolutely not. How could he like you?! I mean look at you, all those bruises and scars.. He definitely doesn't like you" Blake answers.
I stare at the floor. There was nothing really for me to say. I couldn't disagree with him. I am really ugly with all my wounds my father gave me.
"So again do you like my brother?" he asked.
"A little. He's so sweet to me" I admitted.
"He feels bad for you. I don't really know why though, I mean if your father really beats you that bad, there must be reasoning behind it. You probably deserve it"
You probably deserve it.
I didn't want anymore of this. I can take anymore of this. I walked out. I kept walking until I reached the front door. I hesitated before turning the handle to keep walking. I pushed my thoughts aside, and went outside anyways.
I don't care if reed cares about me. I don't care if I'm doing the wrong thing. I need to get away from Blake. Reed said he would get Blake to stop, but he didn't.
I kept walking down the street. I can't do this anymore. I just can't do it. Then it hit me; my father beats me every time I leave and come back. The beating is worse for the longest I'm not there. What if he hurts me really bad?
Maybe I should go back to reeds house. Although, whats the point? he doesn't like me anyways. Like Blake said; he definitely wouldn't like me with my ugly face.
I need to forget reed. The only way to do that is to go back to my house. I kept walking all the way to my house. I stopped in front of the door. Should I really do this? I just got better. But its not like anyone really cares about me, anyways. I turned the handle and went inside....
