Lives

"Shane, clean up your God damn act or the band and your brothers are gonna hate you. And you know why," his record label manager said to him rather mad yet again.

"Whatever," Shane said in his usual 'I-could-give-two-fucks' tone. "It's not like they don't already,"

"Get out, Shane. Don't ever come back,"

That was the last of any record deal Connect 3 ever had. Jason Grey, the eldest brother, was now working as a nature guide as well as guitar teacher, while Nate Grey, the youngest, was a guitar, piano, and vocal teacher. Shane had cost them their deal three years ago.

"Nate, they were holding-" Shane tried to tell his younger brother. He had tried a countless number of times to even contact his brothers but they rarely picked up their phones for him. He lost all contact with them.

"-You back from your true feelings. That's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard! You could have told them with your fucking words but no! You had to walk off set for music videos, swear at the label's executives constantly, or just fucking yell at somebody because they fucking messed up your precious hair! I don't care any more Shane. Call me when you change," Nate cut Shane off then hung up on him.

There was a time when Nate was innocent and pure. When that Nate existed, he never swore and kept to himself far more. Now, his swearing had grown with his anger towards Shane and was far more out there with his opinions.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Shane yelled as the wall broke underneath his large fist. He barely felt the pain and the trails of blood running from his knuckles as a knock came from the front door. He walked over, blood staining the carpet behind him. "What?" he snapped, opening the door to a young girl who was now scared.

"C-can you p-please keep quiet? My mommy isn't feeling good," the girl asked shyly. She wasn't to much older than 4 but was quite cute. The fact Shane snapped at her broke his heart.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quiet. What's your name?" Shane asked her softly. The girl backed away slightly.

"My mommy said not to tell strangers my name. I have to go now," she said, walking to the apartment to the left of his. Shane watched her enter before going back into his apartment. He wanted to go make sure that the girl's mom was okay but didn't want to intrude on his neighbour.

The next day, Shane was awoken earlier than preferred by the front door. He lugged himself out of bed throwing on a random t-shirt than answered the door.

"Hello?" he asked groggy.

"Can you take me to school? Mommy still isn't feeling good and she told me to ask you," the same girl from the past day asked him. He hesitantly brought the girl inside his apartment.

"Sure, what time do you have to be there?" he asked, now more awake. If he had time to fix his hair and get on some decent clothes on he would be happy.

"I have to be there for 9:10am. What's your name?" Shane was asked curiously.

"Well, my mom said not to tell strangers my name," he joked around with her. She laughed lightly. "I'm Shane. What's your name now?"

"I'm Abigail but I like Abbie," she told him while he changed in his room. He liked that name. Mitchie told him that they were going to name their first daughter that. He came out in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked at his clock which read 8:30am. "Why don't we go tell your mom that we're leaving okay?"

"Okay! Let's go!" Abbie said happily as she guided Shane back to her home. "Mommy! Shane can drive me to school!"

"That's great sweetie. Do I get to meet Shane?" Abbie's mom asked, laying on the couch.