We can win this war - a Toby McDonough Fanfiction

Chapter One

HARPER CUREL'S POV:
It was November 23. It was official 1Dday and I was trying to get on Livestream to watch it. But yet again, it had updated and I had no clue on how to get it working. I decided to stop trying because I was getting so upset about it. Not because I was missing it - but that was part of it, but I was getting upset because it refuse to work. I go on my phone an turned on Before You Exit's Soldier and tried to relax. But everytime I tried and started to relax a little, my family would come in and yell at me. I was almost fully relaxed and getting lost in the lyrics when my mum came busting into my room. "Harper, you forgot to do the dishes." She said sternly. I sat up and turned off my music. "Alright I'll wash them in a few minutes.." I said. "No. Now." She said. "But can't I-" I started but he cut me off. "NO! NOW." She yelled and stormed out of my bed room. I just looked at the open door. Then I groaned, rolled my eyes and forced myself to get up and go downstairs. I looked at the pile of dishes in the sink. I walked over and started washing them. The news was going in the living room, and I listened a little while I cleaned.
"A band called Before You Exit is currently on tour. Their upcoming tour dates are: L.A. California - November 26 ..." The reporter told all of the upcoming tour dates, but I just paid attention to the first one. I live in L.A. California.
"Mom, can I buy tickets to BYE's concert?" I said. "No. We don't have the money." She said. "But mum.. You don't understand.. I need those tickets.. I can get the money.." I said. My real parents had lived in Flordia but they died in a car crash. I was put up for adoption and this family took me an we moved to L.A. "I said no." She said. "Please..?" I begged. I'm 13 now but my family treats me like I'm 9. My mom turned and looked at me with a look I knew too well. "Don't beg. Hurry with the dishes." She said. I hurried with the dishes and went up to my room. I sat on my bed and started thinking.
"I get no sleep because my family makes me stay up and study. I get a B in school and I get grounded for a month. My family tends to 'forget' to feed me and they like to lock me in my room. My older sister finds it fun to her me then laugh at my pain. The only person who has respect for me is a guy at my youth group." I thought. It was true. The only person who respected me was this guy at my youth group. He didn't treat me like crap. He wouldn't yell at me if I started crying when he asked me what's wrong. But I could only see him twice a week and we couldn't text because he was always busy and my parents didn't like me texting boys. It was mainly the second thing.
I wished I could just disappear. I looked at the backpack I had at the foot of my bed. It had my school books and everything in it. I thought for a minute. Before I got into deep thought, my mum came in my room again. "So, you self harm?!" She said, looking at me. I looked at her. Before I had time to answer she slammed my door. "And don't say you don't! Cause I know you do!!" She said. I just sat there. I remembered that a few months ago she told me that if she found out that I was suicidal or self harmed or starved myself, she'd kick me out of the house. Which I was suicidal and I did self harm and I did starve myself. "Get out." She said. "What?" I asked. "Get out of my house. No daughter of mine is gonna be like that!" She said. I just looked at her. "Did you hear me? I said get out! I'm disowning you! You are no longer my daughter!" She said and she forced me out the door. Then she closed and locked the front door. I started crying. I decided to go for a walk.
TOBY MCDONOUGH POV:
We were on our way to our hotel in L.A. when we came to a quickened stop. Of course, we all asked the driver why we stopped so soon. The rain was poring down but we went out and looked around 'cause the driver said something was in the road and that he didn't want to hit it or anything. There's a girl laying on the ground covered in mud and soaked with rain water and she looks freezing and scared. We walked up to her and tried to see if she was alive or not. When we got closer to her, she looked up at us . Her hair was stuck to her face. It was dark outside but we could tell she ha been crying pretty hard. I walked over to her and pushed her hair out of her face. Her face looked like she had gotten beat up. Her left eye was black and swollen and her lip was busted and her nose was bleeding. Her arm was bruised and bleeding and when we helped her to her feet and helped her in the tour bus, she was limping.
We got her in the tour bus and sat her down and Connor started cleaning the blood off her and putting bandages over her wombs. "What happened?" Riley asked her when the bus starts moving again and Connor had finished bandaging her. "Well.. First my parents kicked me out and then I went for a walk. But as I was walking, this guy jumped out, and attacked me. He just beat me then the police came and took him away." She said. "And they just left you there?" I asked. "Yeah." She said. "Why'd your family kick you out?" Riley asked. "Because, my mum found out that I have scars." She said. "Scars from what?" Connor asked. "Self harm." She said. We looked at her with concern. Then we all hugged her. "Please never self harm.." I told her. "I try not to." She said. "Alright.. We're here if you need us." Riley said. "Thanks." She said.
"You look tired." Connor said after a few minutes. "I am." She said. "You can cuddle with me." I said quickly and sat down next to her. She leaned over on me and started cuddle. She rested her head on my chest and then she fell asleep.