Go to the party they said. It'll be fun they said.
When shots break out at a high school party, Isaiah King finds himself alone and driving anywhere away from the house flashing red and blue. On his journey to nowhere, he runs into a curly-haired mu...
Thank you for 300 reads! It means a lot that people are actually reading my story. :) Also, this isn't the best chapter I've ever written, I don't know how to feel about it.
(I'll be back to posting 3 chapters on Saturdays this week!)
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"I need you. I want you."
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Saturday
"Amour! Go get the door!" My mother's voice boomed through the house.
A loud groan escaped my lips as I threw my guitar into its red case. "Angel go get the door!" I ordered.
My younger brother popped his head into my room, sending me a glare before turning to do as I instructed. Man, I loved being the oldest sibling.
My first show was going to start in two hours and of course, I was running late. As I finished packing my laptop and launchpad into their boxes yet another yell came from downstairs.
"Amour!" Angel shrilled.
I rolled my eyes at the sound of my brother, his voice, in general, gave me a headache. "What?" I yelled back.
There was no response.
"What!" I yelled again, louder this time.
Still, he didn't answer back.
I hated when he did that. After taking a deep breath so I didn't feel the urge to strangle Angel, I grabbed my guitar case along with my bag and ran down the stairs, almost tripping on the way down.
"Angel, what the fuck do you wa–" I paused, my heart began to pound at the sight of my ex-boyfriend.
"Hey Amour."
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