Ookeii peoplee.
Here's the next chapter.
A bit of a dramatic start bwahahahaha.

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It was just after one when I got home

It was just after one when I got home. I quietly opened the front door and walked into the quiet, dark house. I slowly shut the door hoping not to wake my mother or sister. I shut my eyes tight as the living room light switched on. Oh shit. I thought. She waited for me to come home.

I opened my eyes and squinted, letting them adjust to the light before looking at my mother. She was sitting stiffly in an armchair; her lips set in a thin line and frown lines etched into her skin. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun and she was wearing her silk dressing gown.

I put my house keys on the table, ignoring her, before turning around and starting to walk out of the room. “Don’t you dare walk away from me young lady.” My mother hissed. I turned around and stared at her coldly.

She stood up from where she was sitting and stared at me back. “I can’t believe you did that to me today Rae!” She said angrily, keeping her voice low and harsh. I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Did what? Made you look after your own daughter for once? Or stopped you from getting laid?” I said, sarcasm oozing from my voice. Her eyes widened with anger and then narrowed.

“No, for not letting me move on with my life. You can’t stand the thought of me being happy.” She said venomously. I snorted.

“What, so you being happy means putting my whole life on hold for Mia? No mum she’s not my responsibility she’s yours!” I half shouted. Her nostrils flared and she stepped a bit closer.

“Yes she is your responsibility you’re her sister for Christ’s sake!” She said throwing her hands in the air.

“And you’re her mother!” I shouted. Silence hung in the air for a moment.

“Don’t you care about her? She needs you Rae.” She said, changing her tactics,

“No! She needs both of us mum! She’s not my child. You’re the one that doesn’t care!” I said with disgust.

“Of course I care! I’m just busy.” She said, making excuses.

“You’re always busy! Ever since dad died all you do is work! You never have time for me or Mia anymore! You don’t care about either of us!”

SMACK! Her hand slapped my cheek violently. I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, my mouth hanging open as I felt the bruise already forming from the thick gold ring on one of her fingers tied with the huge force of the slap.

I looked at my mother who had her hand over her mouth with wide eyes. “Rae I…” I put my hand in front of me and stared at her.

“I wish Dad was here. Just so he could see what you’ve become and cry. So that he could hate you as much as I do.” I said quietly, not taking my hate filled eyes off of her.

I walked out of the room and up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I woke up the next morning at six like always and got out of bed in my underwear before walking straight into my sisters room. I smiled as I looked at her sleeping form. I walked over to her drawers and pulled out some green socks, green panties and a green bra, laying them out neatly on her desk.

I then walked over to her wardrobe, pulling out a green tank top and green skirt before laying them out on the end of her bed. Finally I took out her favourite green shoes and placed them next to her bed.

I looked at the clock on her green walls. It was quarter past. Perfect. I thought, smiling as I went back into my own room and stripped out of my underwear, stepping into my ensuite shower.

After showering, I went into my room and towel dried myself quickly before digging through my drawers for underwear. After pulling on a bra and some panties, I walked over to my window and stared outside.

I sighed as I saw it was raining as it always is. Stupid November. I thought bitterly. I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out black skinnies and a white shirt. After pulling them on I put on my black converses and blow-dried my hair briefly before straightening it.

I glanced at my clock. Seven o’clock. Shit! I thought, sprinting to my sister’s room. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw her just waking up. I watched as she totally ignored me and went into her own ensuite shower and started to shower.

I quickly made her bed while she was in there and grabbed the red coloured breakfast bar I had gotten out the morning before and laid it on her bedside cabinet. Finally I could go back to my own room and finish getting ready.

This had been my sister’s routine for the last year. Ever since my dad… was gone. When he was, all the progress she had made went out the window. She stopped talking totally and formed strict routines that if weren’t followed she would have a tantrum.

When my dad was around she had started to form full sentences and could look people in the eyes and her routines were only minor things. Now she had them for the whole day.

I walked over to my mirror about to put on some makeup when I noticed my face. I lifted my hand to my cheek and poked the purple and black bruise in a line from my mothers ring that was there. I flinched at how painful it was and thought back to the night before.

I shook my head and sighed before slicking on some mascara and eyeliner and grabbing my blazer and Bullet for my Valentine hoodie. I went downstairs, pulling on my hoodie as I went and dumped my blazer in my bag before grabbing a red breakfast bar from the side in the kitchen, and quickly going upstairs and putting it by Mia’s room.

I threw my hood over my head and zipped up my bag, putting it on my back and walking out of the front door, closing it behind me. I passed Sam, Mia’s babysitter walking up the path to the house and smiled at her as she went in to look after my sister.

I sighed as the rain got heavier and started my daily walk to school.

I walked through the front gate of the school, a glare burnt into my features. I was totally soaked through, right through my hoodie all the way to my bra. I walked through the main building and then out and into the music building.

James was sitting on the floor outside the music rooms where our band practiced, waiting for me. He looked up as I walked towards him and his face went from shock to confusion to laughter.

I could see him trying to hold back laughter as he stood up to greet me. “You…” He started but I glared at him.

“Say a fucking word and I will rip your balls off.” I hissed. He shut his mouth and then I saw his eyes drift to the bruise on my cheek. He lifted his hand and his fingers gently flickered over the bruise.

I winced as the small touch sent pain through my whole face. He withdrew his hand and looked at me with concern. “What happened?” He asked. I looked down.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I said quietly. I saw him nod and then grin again at my wetness. “Come on, we better go in so they can laugh at you as well.” He said cheekily.

I lashed out at him and he dodged out of the way, laughing and darting into the music room where I assumed john and Sam were waiting. I followed and stopped as I saw James waiting silently in the doorway, looking into the room.

I stood next to him and looked at what he was looking at. Sam and John were sitting facing each other, talking quietly. They were so close their noses were almost touching and Sam’s hand was on John’s.

James cleared his throat and the two of them looked up, moving apart from each other. The two of us walked into the tiny practice room, acting like nothing had happened like we knew we should and James went over to the two of them and faced me.

“Look, it’s our very own drowned rat!” He said grinning. The two of them looked at me and burst into fits of laughter. I glared at both of them and turned away, pulling off the hoodie.

The three of them went silent as I turned to them and I saw all of their eyes drift down to my chest. I frowned and looked down. “Oh for fucks sake!” I exclaimed, as I saw that my white shirt had gone totally see through to show my black lacy bra.

“Fucking hell?!” James exclaimed, open mouthed. Sam looked at him.

“You should have been at the party last night! The costume she was wearing… Oh. My. God!” But then Sam shrugged. “Though, you wouldn’t have seen her much, she was too busy with her mystery man in the bathroom.”

I grinned and looked at James. He looked away from me. I frowned and shrugged. “All of you turn around.” I said.

“Why?” Sam said, frowning. I rolled my eyes.

“I need to change my shirt.” I said glaring at the three of them. John laughed.

“You have a spare shirt in your bag?” He said, still laughing. I glared at him and he shut up.

“Yes, I’m always prepared okay.” I said coldly. “Now turn around!” The three of them turned around. I opened my school bag and dug to the bottom of the bag where I found my spare shirt.

I pulled it out and placed it on one of the amps next to me before unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing. I pulled it off and quickly wiped off all water on my stomach a chest with a small dry patch on the back of the wet shirt.

I then felt a yawn coming on and stretched upwards largely. I heard a giggle coming from the boys. I turned towards them and saw them all staring at me, grins on their faces, all trying to hold back laughter.

I stared at them open mouthed for a moment before screaming and throwing my wet shirt and hoodie at them. “YOU BITCHES! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” I screamed covering myself up with my second shirt and hastily pulling it on.

I saw Sam's eyes drift down to the scar beneath my ribs and I knew that thy could all see the scars on my arms and I also knew that they wouldn't say anything. No one really knew much about me and what I was like before I got to the sixth form. The only one who knew anything was John and he still didn't know everything.

I quickly did up the buttons before throwing them all one last glare and walking out of the room to go get a mic and a lead. I got them from the storage room and then went back into the practice room where Sam was sat behind the drum kit and John and James were setting up their guitars.

I set up my mic and pulled a pen and paper out of my bag in case I needed to write some lyrics. The boys started jamming, making up a new tune and I knew that was my cue to write some lyrics.

I tapped my pen on the pad I was holding and tried to think of a starting line. I tried to think of what was going on in my life at the moment. Tried to think of something I could write about.

My mind drifted to the party from the night before and my mystery guy. I let the music get into my head as I thought about him. For half an hour the boys jammed and thought of new riffs, while I let the music get into my head as I thought of my mystery man.

“Jesus Rae you’ve written a whole song.” I heard James say. I came out of my trance as the boys stopped playing. I frowned at him and then looked down at the paper, realising I had, indeed, wrote a whole song down.

“Sing it to us.” Sam said eagerly. I looked at the other two and they nodded. I smiled and they started to play the song. I looked down at the lyrics and came in.

He saw my face,

He saw my eyes,

He saw my lips,

He saw my smile.

I saw his lips,

I saw his eyes,

But not his face,

And not his smile.

That guy,

I don’t know his name,

That guy,

I don’t know his game,

That guy,

Will I ever know,

That guy,

Hope he’ll never go.

He touched my lips,

He touched my body,

He touched my heart,

He touched my soul.

I touched his lips,

I touched his body,

But not his heart,

And not his soul.

That guy,

I don’t know his name,

That guy,

I don’t know his game,

That guy,

Will I ever know,

That guy,

Hope he’ll never go.

That guy,

I want him to be mine,

That guy,

I want him to be mine.

That guy,

I don’t know his name,

That guy,

I don’t know his game,

That guy,

Will I ever know,

That guy,

Hope he’ll never go,

Hope he’ll never go.

I held the last note and then opened my eyes. The boys were staring at me, Sam and John with a grin and James with a grin but it seemed empty. I frowned but ignored him and ginned.

“Did you like it?” I asked. Sam grinned wider.

“It was awesome. Well that guy definitely had an effect on you.” He said. I nodded and glanced at James again. He was frowning.

“James, are you okay?” I asked. He looked at me and smirked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking I would have had a bigger effect on you that that random guy. I would have rocked your world so there.” He said with a grin. I rolled my eyes.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved hanging out with guys all the time but sometimes I wished I didn’t have to listen to their constant sex jokes and comments about their balls (yes balls, all the fucking time).

I glanced at the clock on the wall. “Come on dudes, it’s the end of first period. I’ll see you guys third period.” I said, gathering my stuff together and gesturing for Sam to chuck me my damp shirt and hoodie.

He obliged and I shoved them in my bag before pulling on my blazer and putting away the mic and lead. I then grabbed my bag and walked out, heading for my art class.

Okeii, I thought I'd clear a feww things up.
If any of you are wondering about exams and what all of them are doing, all the band including Rae are doing Music BTEC A level stage. For those of you that don't knoww, a BTEC is a type of course that you can do in the UK (Not sure if its available in the US) that is equivilent to four A levels and there are absolutely no exams. It's 100 percent coursework so there are no pesky exams involved in this lol. Rae is also doing Art BTEC and the other three boys are doing ICT BTEC aswell. Also Chris is doing ICT and Art BTEC's.
Okeii, Alot of you probs don't care butt yeahh. xD

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Lucia xx