The Broken Rhythm
Chapter 17
Rhythm's POV
We finally get home after a long drive from the venue in Georgia, it was really fun and I’m kinda glad it’s over, no more crazy fans. Just me, myself and butt on couch. Butt meet couch, couch meet butt.
“Bye guys!” I yell after getting my bags and not taking a second look where I’m going.
That's when I bump into something, or should I say a someone. Someone who I thought I’d never see again.
“Well isn’t it little miss Rhythm? Fancy life isn’t it with a rockstar? Whoring yourself out on the road?” My real dad asks, face filled with rage.
“Get. Away. From. Me” I say.
“What’s going on here?” Alex asks, coming up to me and the beast.
“Nothing of your concern, just taking my daughter away from a stranger.” The monster says, grabbing my arm and bringing back a familiar pain.
“I’m sorry but who are you, because unlike you I know my own daughter.” Alex says, taking my other arm not so gently.
“Foul beast, I know she is mine because look. Rhythm show them the mark.”
I cringe, that marking he made on me. I was so young, barely even two. He burned me so badly, shoving my foot into fire. Not that, anything but that. That mark never went away, it covers my foot, hence why I only wear sneakers or socks, never barefoot.
“Please no!” I cry.
“Rhythm do it.” He says, and so I do in fear of being bad.
I take off my black high top Converse and socks, showing the the dark marking left over from the incident so many years ago.
Alex stares in shock, not knowing what to say. I just bawl out tears, no one cares, no one ever will and that's that.
“See, Rhythm come on. Let’s go home.” The beast says, but I just stand in place not knowing what to do.
“Rhythm, no. You’re staying with me.” Alex says with tears.
I don’t know who to follow so I don’t choose, I just run off down the street not knowing who to follow. I knew this was going to be hard. I didn’t care so I just ran towards nowhere, not caring what was going to happen. I’m too broken and damaged to be fixed. So I leave it as that.
We finally get home after a long drive from the venue in Georgia, it was really fun and I’m kinda glad it’s over, no more crazy fans. Just me, myself and butt on couch. Butt meet couch, couch meet butt.
“Bye guys!” I yell after getting my bags and not taking a second look where I’m going.
That's when I bump into something, or should I say a someone. Someone who I thought I’d never see again.
“Well isn’t it little miss Rhythm? Fancy life isn’t it with a rockstar? Whoring yourself out on the road?” My real dad asks, face filled with rage.
“Get. Away. From. Me” I say.
“What’s going on here?” Alex asks, coming up to me and the beast.
“Nothing of your concern, just taking my daughter away from a stranger.” The monster says, grabbing my arm and bringing back a familiar pain.
“I’m sorry but who are you, because unlike you I know my own daughter.” Alex says, taking my other arm not so gently.
“Foul beast, I know she is mine because look. Rhythm show them the mark.”
I cringe, that marking he made on me. I was so young, barely even two. He burned me so badly, shoving my foot into fire. Not that, anything but that. That mark never went away, it covers my foot, hence why I only wear sneakers or socks, never barefoot.
“Please no!” I cry.
“Rhythm do it.” He says, and so I do in fear of being bad.
I take off my black high top Converse and socks, showing the the dark marking left over from the incident so many years ago.
Alex stares in shock, not knowing what to say. I just bawl out tears, no one cares, no one ever will and that's that.
“See, Rhythm come on. Let’s go home.” The beast says, but I just stand in place not knowing what to do.
“Rhythm, no. You’re staying with me.” Alex says with tears.
I don’t know who to follow so I don’t choose, I just run off down the street not knowing who to follow. I knew this was going to be hard. I didn’t care so I just ran towards nowhere, not caring what was going to happen. I’m too broken and damaged to be fixed. So I leave it as that.
Notes
This isn't even 400 words, I always write at least 1,000 and I barely spent 1/2 an hour on this chapter. I. AM. PATHETIC.This isn't the end and there may be a sequel, I want there to be but I don't even know.
Also check out my story The Hollywood Liars.
Till darkness completes us,
Sarah's Butterflies
Also sleeping in skinny jeans is comfy
thank you :)
9/4/13