Bangarang {Sonny Moore/Skrillex}

Friday (Part Two).

Note, this chapter is unedited, and I will edit the chapters once I've finished/completed this fanfic. Apologies if there is any mistakes!

Now, who's behind that door? Let's find out...;)

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Sophie's P.O.V.

Remma and I walked towards the blurred glass and black marble door, after being so close to killing Brad after he stole all our alcohol.

Remma then walked over towards the kitchen.

I opened it to see someone I did not want to see and never wanted to see again.

My family.

No, my biological family.

This was not my real family.

My real family was with Remma and Brad and the family.

My mother stood, a crushed cigarette by her feet that wasn't there before; wearing a short leopard skirt that didn't even cover her thong, if she was wearing one; her spaghetti straps black plastic top showing all of her cleavage and a new boob job payed by one of her 'friends', a small platic pouch of green leafy marijuna and ecstasy pills inside tucked into her top; I and stilettos that still weren't a match for my height.

My father stood, fat as ever, greasy as ever, disgusting looking and smelt of alcohol and heroin, wearing only a white singlet and jeans with a torn blazer, more plastic pouches like her mother's except with more ingredients such as MOLLY and heroin.

My brother stood ragged and had purple bags under his eyes. Oh how I tried to protect him but he went over to the dark side. He wore a plaid shirt open to reveal his white singlet so tight that you could see his abs, which he got by playing at the local wresting club to get money for drugs and alcohol. He also wore board shorts and that was it..

My eyes widened as I reached out for my trusty wooden baseball bat from in the cracks of the door and the wall, my fingers lingering above the handle.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I demanded.

"Well we love you and want to see you." Said my mother.

"We are sorry for things in the past and want to make amends." My father added.

"We love you, Soph." Said my brother, his green eyes lurching into my soul.

I laughed.

"What do you want? Money? Drugs? Boos? A roof? What is it?" I asked.

"None of that, just your love," mother said.

"Yeah well that's not happening so what is it?"

"We heard about your gig at The Night and we wanted to congratulate you," my brother said. "My little sister is a famous...what-sa-ma-call-et.." He added with a trying fake smile.

"Oh! That's what you want! Fame! Well, if I were you I would get out of here now and forget you ever came before I call the cops on you." I said shouting.

Remma and Brad came over once they heard me shouting,

"What's up, J?" Remma said coming from the lounge room.

She then arrived at the doorstep and poked her head out to see, then her eyes widened with fury.

"GET YOUR FUCKING SORRY ARSES OUT OF MY LAND NOW BEFORE I PUY YOU IN HOSPITAL!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs with pure anger.

They wouldn't budge.

"Two-" My mother started and then my brother grunted. "-Three free passes," she said. "And drinks." She quickly added.