A Haunting; Protictive Brother, Dark Lover. (Ronnie Radke&Michael Vampire story)

Chapter Eight

I woke up. My hair was a mess. I looked at Michael and smiled at him silently sleeping. I pulled my phone out from my pillow. I had a miss call, it was Ryan. I also had a text from him. 'Im sorry..' It said. I looked at it oddly confussed. I leaned over the bed and saw Cynthia fast asleep upside down. I texted Ryan back and asked him what he ment and just as I sent the message, I hurd the front door open. Now, I was extreamly confussed. I covered myself with an extream blanket on the bed and as I started to climb down from the top bunk, Ronnie came storming in my room. I jumped back on the bed. My jaw dropped in shock. Ronnie's eyes got wide and I instently start shaking Michael. "Cyndy!" Ronnie yelled. Tears started forming in my eyes. Ronnie reached for me and I started to shake Michael and yell his name repeatedly. Ronnie jerked me off the bed and pushed me to the corner. I looked and Cynthia peeped out of the covers, she was scared. "What the fuck?" Michael said as he woke up by all the noise. "What the fuck are you doing in my fucking house?! With my sister!" Ronnie yelled. "Ronnie!" I yelled. "Shut up." Ronnie glared at me. He looked back at Michael. "I fucked your sister. How do you like that?" Michael said cocky. Ronnie's face turned red. My eyes got wide. Ronnie jerked Cynthia outta bed, stormed off into the livingroom, got Lizzy up, and got in my car to leave. Tears heavyly stream down my face. I slide to the floor and sat there. Michael jumped off the top bunk and kneled down infront of me. "Everythings okay." Michael told me. "He left me. My brother left me." Is all I could say. Michael got up and looked out the door. Ronnie was gone.

"Michael, what am I going to do? My brother probly hates me and disowns me now." I said walking into the kitchen and conuited to cry. "He doesnt hate you and if he did, he would be the most sorry person on earth." Michael told me as he hugged me. "What are we going to do?" I said looking him in the eye. "Go back to Cali." He said. "Where am I going to stay? What about my things? Hes probly going to throw my stuff outside." I said freaking out a little. "You will stay with me, no matter what. And if he does, before we get there, I'll have DJ pick them up." He said as he started to put his shirt and boots on. I took a deep breath and gathered what things I had unpacked and put them in my suitcase. "Hey, your going to get threw this and you and Ronnie are going to be just fine." Michael said as he kissed me in the middle of me packing my things. I gave him a soft smile to let him know I was okay.

Within a hour or so, we had gotten in a taxi and half way to the airport. "I dont like this." I finally said, looking out the window. "Dont like what?" Michael asked me. "Not having my brothers trust. Hes everything to be." I said as I felt like crying again. "Cyndy, I know im part of the cause for this, and im sorry." Michael said as he lightly touched me arm. I looked at him for a mintue. He was so kind, sweet, and caring. I dont know what was Ronnie and Ryans deal about him. I showed Michael a soft smile and grabbed his hand. He intwined our figures together and I looked back at the window. The sky was dark and it had started raining. I watched each drop hit the window and slowly drip down. Its kinda how I felt. It just depeanded on how you think about it.

"Next flight to LA please." Micahel said at the desk once we reached the airport. "The wait is three hours." The lady told Michael."Fuck." He mumbled under his breath. "Thanks." He said to the lady as he took the tickets and walked back to the seats where I was. "Three hours." Michael said as he sat next to me. "This sucks." I said as I covered my face. Michael but his hand on my shoulder. I looked back at him with tears in ym eyes. "Rest. Thats what you need." He told me. I nodded my head and laid on his lap. He picked up his jacket and covered me with it. I started to think about what was going to happen know. I loved my brother, I didnt want him to disown me like our mother did us.

I looked around and found myself, back at our old house. It was weird, because I saw baby Cynthia in the play pin. I saw myself sitting on the couch, maybe five or six years old, next to fourteen year old Ronnie. It slowly started to come back. This wasnt just a dream, it was an actual memory. "I dont know why your so supportive of him growing up to be a rockstar, its pointless and he'll never make it!" My mom yelled. I saw her walk threw the livingroom from her room. "You dont have hope!" My dad yelled back at her. I looked at my younger self and I started to cry. "Come on Cyndy." Ronnie said as he took my hand, went to pick Cynthia up and take us to our room. I followed Ronnie for a mintue. He help me in the closet and shut the closet door, holding onto Cynthia and I both. I hurd my mom and dad yell louder. I remember sitting in the dark huggin my brother crying. Wanting it all to stop. I walked back into the livingroom and they had just stormed threw the kitchen and out the door. I stood at the window and watched them yell at each other. "I've had it with the 'dreams'! I've had it with you and those crying little bitches. Ronnie was my only choice, but you instested on more kids. He was my pride and joy untill you turned him into what you wanted him to me." My mom said with a discusted look on her face. My heart felt like it was braking. What did I just hear? That we were never wanted? A mistake? "Fine. Go. I dont care! But one day, you'll see Ronnie will be bigger then ever and you'll want him to me your little pride and joy again, but hes going to recent you." My dad told me my mom serious. She spit on my dad, got in her cat, and left. I slide to the floor and started to cry. My mom basicly hated me. She lost care for Ronnie because he had a dream. She broke my dads heart. I felt like dying on the inside.

"Cyndy, wake up. Its time to bored the plane." Michael said shaking me. I jumped up and looked around. "Are you okay?" Michael asked me with a worried look in his eye. "Yea, just an old memory." I said as I whipped my eyes and grabbed my bags.