As we Come and Go ~~ Jack x Ayla Story ~~

this dream isn't feeling sweet

~She needed to get out. Scratch that, she wanted to get out before he noticed her. Before he decided things were to get ugly, only on his terms of course. He wasn't the best guy, hell he was a fucking psychopath. However, he wasn't always like this. The change within Ayla's father happened immediately after her mother's supposed death. Empty bottles of tequila and closed relationships took its natural form the minute the casket was placed within the ground's surfaces. It was tragical, in a way. Losing an inspiration due to his carelessness in communication and violence upholds.  Deteriorating brain with a heart shriveled under the collapse of a household. Something a child let alone a person should never go through, but she went through it, all of it. That never stopped her ,in her search for a better life after graduation and her main focus was currently was just to make it out of the house in one piece. After all it was a concert night.~

If I go through the window, I die. If I go downstairs I die. Great life you live Ayla, just peachy.

"Just going to take my chances, that's all I really can do" she sighs to herself, grabbing her guitar while walking down the stairs slowly.

Perfect, he's sleeping on the couch. How bad can this really be? I highly doubt he'll wake up or something.

"Ayla, where do you think you're going?" he groggily states, dropping his bottle of beer all over the floor.

Shit. Spoke to soon.

"I told you dad, I have a concert tonight and I have to go set up" she smiles, gritting her teeth.

I also need to get away from you, but let's not discuss that right now.

He laughs, getting up and walking over to her "you truly expect me to believe that you're going to one of your stupid fake concerts! What are you fucking five?".

She backs away, running into the wall "They are real shows, you would know that if you decided to go to one of the shows some time".

"Don't you tell me what I should do! I'm your damn father! This is my house, my fucking rules!" he yells, slapping her across the face while grabbing her neck tightly.

Kick him in the groin. Kick him in the groin. Kick him in the groin.

"L-let me g-go!" she whispers, gasping for air.

"Why? Why won't you just listen to me and answer like a good daughter?! Besides I have a party tonight and I need you to pull all of your moves to make this a good one!" he whispers, loosening his grip, while grabbing her hands.

Fuck it.

She instantly kicks him in the groin, sighing as he falls to the ground, groaning.

"Don't you dare leave!" he yells, throwing bottles towards the door as she manages to get out.

"Ok, ok" she whispers to herself, walking quickly down the street, holding her neck.

~She, of course, found herself on the doorstep of the boy she slammed the door on a month ago. He was always one to give her rides to the venue and since his parents were supportive in the sense of coming to some shows, he was more than willing to just lend a hand, or ease his mind away from the relationship he dove into. Whatever worked out for him and for her.~