Hellraiser

I

"Where the fuck where you, huh?" My brother said, he was pissed. I guess I deserved it, I ran away again. I was supposed to be there for them.

"Something bad could've happened to you. Dad was worried. You are fucking with his mental health, you know?" He said, he just yelled at me.

"It's not my fault." I said.

"Where were you?" He said.

"James..." I said, my brother was furious.

"WHERE WERE YOU?"

"At a gig." I looked down.

"Just go to your room."

"You are not my dad."

"Whatever." He leaved me alone and went to his room. I was extremely tired, he has been this way since mom passed away. Always trying to take care of me. I went to my room, slept with nothing but a giant shirt and my underwear.

Next morning I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

Someone stood behind me and started to check me out. He looked up and down.

"What the fuck?" I said as I turned around to look at the guy. He was hot, I'm not going to lie. Tall, redhead.

"I'm sorry, I'm just waiting for James." He said.

"I see." I blushed.

"My name is Dave." He smiled.

"Interesting." I said as I walked upstairs.

It was awkward, I had nothing on but my underwear and a giant Motörhead shirt.

Dad wasn't at home, only my brother and his loser friends Lars and Dave. I decided that I had to leave, maybe go out and walk. I took a shower, brushed my long blonde hair and putted on some skinny jeans and a black shirt.

"I'm leaving"

"Where?" said my overprotective brother.

"Who cares?"

Dave smiled. He checked me out again.

"Hey, I noticed that." said James.

I went to the park, sat on the grass and started reading a book.

"Lindsay" someone called. I looked around. It was Scott, one of James's friends. He sat next to me.

"Hey." I smiled.

"So what do you think?" Said Scott.

"About what?" I said confused.

"James leaving, and focusing on the band."

"What?"

"Oh, damn it."

"He's leaving? this is unbelievable."

"I screwed it up, sorry. Well, see you around."

"Scott!" I screamed, but the bastard ran away. I was pissed, he was going to leave me alone. He would hear me this time.

I walked home, lucky me... It started raining.

"JAMES, YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING HEAR ME THIS TIME."

Lars and Dave just stared at me.

"Lars, Ginger dude... Would you mind?"

"Dave, lets go. She's on her period." Lars said.

"You are leaving?" I said.

"Yeah, so?"

"So? you are going to leave me here?" I looked down. "He's never here, it would be like being alone. Don't leave me."

He pulled me in a hug.

"Okay, you are coming with us. But you will get a job." He said.

"Thanks! Yes, I will." I hugged him.

"We will leave early in the morning so sleep well."

I ran upstairs, packed my things, and immediately crashed. I was extremely tired.

Next morning, I did my things and ran downstairs I was exited.

"Love, are you aware?" Said Dave.

"What?"

"A house full of dudes. It's going to be uncomfortable for you."

"Shut it."

He was hot, but an asshole.

"Everything's ready, get in the van." Said Lars.

We got in the van, they were blasting Iron Maiden but no one talked so I decided to break the silence.

"So, where's your bassist?"

"That twat is in San Francisco already." said Dave.

"Nice."

In a matter of three hours we were there. The apartment was really small, one bathroom, a kitchen and three beds.

"Haha. Three beds. Choose partners, I'll sleep with Lindsay. I'm in" Said Dave. Probably the stupidest comment ever.

James was pissed, but he remained in silence since he knew that Dave was drunk.

"Shut the fuck up, Dave."

Dave laughed hysterically, in a matter of minutes he passed out on the floor. So I slept alone. The place was awful. I wasn't that uncomfortable since my brother was there, he would beat the living crap out of anyone, anyday. So I felt protected.