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"I miss her... We were so good. What happened to us?" |
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Prologue The old creaky stairs never made it easy to sneak down them. The sound of screams woke me up, echoing through our small, shitty house. The tan carpet that covers the stairs lost its color from the amount of scotch that's been spilled on them. I look through the rotting beams to see my parents, engaged in what's become a daily ritual. "Get out!" Mum screams as she points towards the front door. "You can't tell me what to do!" Dad slurs getting into her face. He pushes her onto the old, dingy carpet. She falls back and lands with a loud thud. "Mummy!" I scream and quickly cover my mouth, but it was too late. He found me. Dad turns to look me dead in the eyes. The red rim around his eyes clash with his clean face, but his ragged clothes say otherwise. His shirt has holes and stains almost covering the fabric. He stumbles his way over to me. "You," he growls through his clenched teeth, pointing a finger at me. "You're a piece of shit, ya know that?" He grabs a fistful of my spaceship pajama top, then drags me down the stairs. "Stop, please!" I scream as he throws me onto the floor, in front of mum. She mouths, "It's okay, baby," as he forces me to sit in front of the coffee table. "Don't move." he says in my face, making my body paralyzed in fear. He reeks of scotch, but then again when does he not. "Answer me!" "Okay." I say loud enough for him to hear me. A gut wrenching smirk creeps across his face, moving his way to mum. A quick kick to her side causes her to scream in pain. My eyes screw shut, trying to block out what this monster is doing. A smack rings in my ears and when I open my eyes, he's on top, slapping and punching her. "Stop it!" I scream, but his actions continue. "No! No! No!" "No!" I scream, sitting up in bed. My chest rises and falls rapidly, as my heart pounds against my ribs. Sweat drenches my face and body, causing my hair to stick to my forehead. Frantically, I pat my bed, feeling if she's there with me. Then, it hit me; she's not here and she never will be. The nightmares have come back since she left. You'll never learn your lesson. You're a piece of shit. "Fuck!" I yell into the dark room as I tug on the roots of my hair. I've lost her, and there's no going back. She was my rock, my world, my everything. She was there when I needed her, there to help me get through these nightmares. I never thought I needed her in my life. I expected to be single for the rest of my time on this planet. Nothing prepared me for the way I felt towards her. No amount of movies, books, or even talks with friends and even the awkward talks with parents would have helped or prepared me for how hard and fast I fell for this girl. Izzy turned my world upside down. I felt things with her I've never felt in my life. If someone had told me that I was to fall in love with a girl like Izzy Rogers, I would've laughed and called them 'fucking crazy'. She's the love of my life even though I can't call her mine anymore. Spending days alone is what I've been doing everyday, unless I have an event, recording session, or a tour then I have no choice but to go. Music has always been my outlet in life as well as the only positive aspect of it as well. Although, it reminds me of the memories we used to have of jam sessions. No matter what I do or where I am, I'm reminded of Izzy, most of the time. I miss her. But there is something that runs through my head: We were so good. What happened to us? |
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