[THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND DOES NOT INVOLVE ANY TYPE OF SHIPPING.]
{This story is in the Danger Days era.}
More Trigger Warnings Will Be Added As We Go Along.
Trigger warnings:
Abuse
Alcohol and Drug usage
Self- Harm
Suicide
Rape
Y/n...
With my Bass on my back, I slowly creaked open my front door, and peered in.
My Father hadn't moved. He was still passed out. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I tiptoed across the house to my room, and shut the door behind me, blocking it with some heavy furniture.
I quickly hid my bass and the extras underneath my bed, behind some boxes as I heard my father begin to stir.
He groaned. "Beer me." He said, loud enough for me to hear.
I sighed, and reluctantly did what he said. I need to stop this. Maybe if I just leave, he'll come to his senses.
I crept back to my room afterwards, and got my old, barely working laptop out of my drawer.
"Bass...teacher...near...me..." I muttered along as i typed.
I pressed enter, and there was only one result.
I clicked on the profile. Mickey Whale? Bit of a stupid name, but i'm not going to judge a book by its cover. The picture loaded. The guy looked a bit suspicious. He had a facemask on and sunglasses, hiding his identity. Strange.
I don't want to, but i have to get this guy to teach me. He's the only one in my area.
I decided to email him.
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And... sent. Now to wait.
~Fifteen minutes later~
My laptop dings. Mickey Whale had replied!
I gasp. He said yes!! I start tomorrow!
I grin to myself, and jot down the address he gave me.
