A/N: BOTDF NEW SONG>>>>>>>>>>> HELLZ YEAH!!!!
I flipped shit when I saw it:D Ish Amazinggggf!
Okay.. I'm done flippin out now. I hope!
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xXHarperXx = the crazy chick Alice
Me = The other crazy chick Disarray
We DO NOT own the bands!
Alice POV
I was sitting on the piano bench looking at the keys thinking. What would my life be like if I had never met Lane? Those were some of the best and worst times of my life. I touched the Ivory keys and started to play, not knowing what. I was about half way through the first verse when I recognized it as Taylor Swift's Safe and Sound.
This song fits mine and Ky's life perfectly. Ky's life became a war as soon as I was raped and mine became a war right after I broke up with Lane.
I had just finished the song when a british accented voice scared the shit out of me."You're pretty good at playing piano."
"Shit!" I jumped up hitting the keys.
"Sorry didn't mean to scare you." Jacky said walking into the room.
"It's fine. I just thought every one was asleep. It was pretty quiet when I woke up, so I went into the piano room.
"Oh! There's a question I want to ask you?" He told me hesitantly.
"What is it?" I asked bracing myself, already figuring it was about me being raped.
"You said you broke up with him because he was starting to get violent what do you mean by that?" He asked quietly.
Before answering I turned to the piano and pulled the wooden cover that protected the keys and rested my arms on it. "Um.. the abuse started about 6 months into our relationship, and at the time his parents were going through a divorce. At first I thought he was just taking it out his anger on me. Then it just got worse from there and before it got really bad I had broke it off." I explained kinda shrugging my shoulders.
"So it was starting to turn into a Domestic Violence type of situation?" Jacky questioned.
"Yeah. Pretty much." I told him.
"Oh." He nodded.
"I'm gunna go to bed before Kyler wakes up and sees that I'm gone." I told him while yawning and getting up.
[The next morning]
Disarray POV
I rolled over and felt like a feather. Thud.
"Fuck." I muttered and looked up at the clock. 8:06. I sighed and stood up, looking around the empty room.
I glanced in the full length mirror, concluding that my neon green tank top and black baggy sweat pants were good for now so slipped my phone in my pocket of my pants and I walked slowly down the steps.
"Mornin'." Ron told me as I walked into the living room.
"Mornin'." I told him and sat down next to Ronnie. I curled up on the arm of the couch and yawned.
"You still tired?" Jacky asked me quietly, I nodded silently and pulled the throw blanket over my head.
"It's brighter then shit in here." I mumbled quietly, but loud enough.
The black blanked was ripped away from my face and I groaned.
"Why? Why did you do that?" I glared at Ronnie. He grabbed my chin and looked in my eyes.
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The Last Cut
Teen FictionDisarray is an outcast, people call her 'emo'. Her family is full of preps. They hate her new lifestyle of being the way she is. They hate the fact that she dyed her long blonde hair black and got it cut so its more scene. She has multiple tattoos a...
