Dollface

Rockstar P.H.

Another story for @whispersinshadows 💕

I was in the garage practicing with my band. My parents where the only ones who didn't mind the noise. We were still setting everything up when I heard someone screaming. "Fuck off bowers" Richies voice screamed from a few yards away. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, this seemed to be a daily activity now. "Your fucking dead Tozier" I heard Henry's voice bark back as they came closer and closer to the house. This was starting to get fucking annoying, why couldn't bowers just leave my brother alone.

The sound of Richies sneakers echoed against the pavement of the drive way as he raced towards the garage with Bowers, Hockstetter, and Criss in tow. "Help me" Richie begged as he ran into the garage. He ran past me and stood behind Riley, our drummer, in seek of protection. Henry made his way across the drive way as if he was going to enter the garage and drag Richie back with him. "Where the hell do you think your going" I said putting my hand on his chest to block him from walking past me. He shoved my hand away quickly and gave me a glare. "Why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of your and stay in your place" Henry laughed.

He always had to come up with some shit he knew would piss me off, and it was working. "Bowers if you and your little boyfriends don't get the fuck away from my house, your gonna be sorry" I smirked, hoping that I would get the chance to kick his ass. "Really? What are you gonna do to me sweetheart?" He replied bending down a bit so our faces were only inches apart. I couldn't take it anymore he was driving me up the fucking wall. I quickly grabbed my guitar from where it sat leaned against the speaker and swung it in Bowers direction. A loud thud boomed through the concrete room as the hard instrument met Henry's ribs. A laugh came out of my mouth unintentionally from finally seeing someone who hurt everyone else get a taste of his own medicine. He let out a loud pained groan and clutched his injury.

I pulled my arm back and got ready to swing at him again when I felt someone pull the guitar out of my hands. "Hey" I growled as I looked over to see Patrick Hockstetter setting my guitar back against the speaker with a smile on his face. "Calm down killer" he said as he looked down at me, walking past to grab Henry. Yanking his damaged friend off the ground he hauled him out of the garage. All the boys started to pile into Belches car as he pulled up at the end of the drive way. Patrick turned back as he climbed in and gave me a smirk before belch took off down the road.

"Oh thank god. I though Bowers was gonna fucking kill me" Richie panted from the back of the garage. He pulled his glasses off and wiped the sweat off of his four head. I scoffed and I examined my guitar, making sure the hit it took didn't cause any damage. "They better not come back or I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more then hit him with a guitar"