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Ashley's POV

I looked at my reflection in the microwave door. A new bruise had appeared on my right cheek from last night. My black hair had red and brown streaks thanks to Leena. My dark brown eyes were outlined with sparkly purple eye-liner. I looked down at my outfit today. If Dad had his way I would have one shirt, one pair of jeans and a pair of shoes. But that was one of the only things Mom wouldn't let Dad do. My black tennis shoes had a few scuffs. My black jeans had on rip on the left knee, a hole that I'd earned. I pulled up the top of my sparkly aquamarine cami and adjusted my dark purple sweatshirt. Leena had gotten it for me when she went to Rhode Island, it had sushi on the back, and in front on the right side it said Sushi. She thought it was funny because that's what she calls me instead of Ashley. I checked my phone. Another thing Dad would be happy if I didn't have. But Logan paid for it, well his producer did. I slammed my hands on the countertop. Why did he leave me? Why couldn't he take me with him? I checked my phone again. I heard a snap and then a thud, from upstairs. I walked out of the kitchen and through the living room. I walked up the stairs and looked down the hallway. The bathroom light was on, I thought Mom was sleeping. I walked down the hall and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. "Mom?"

I opened the door and stumbled back. My mom's body was in the bathtub. Blood everywhere. Her head was beside the bathtub and a rope above it. My mom killed herself. Blood oozed from her body. This is my chance. I ran to my room and threw open the door. An hour until Dad gets home. I grabbed my suitcase and set it on my green comforter. I threw in all of the contents of my closet, which was only a couple outfits, and grabbed the medium sized orange bag that held my make-up, brush, shampoo, conditioner, razors and other necessities. I went into my top drawer and threw in a bunch of underwear, bras, socks and tank tops. I added my phone charger, my stuffed fox Jizelle, my I-pod and I-pod charger, pajamas, my song book, my favorite movie Marley and Me, and my favorite book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I checked my phone again, 45 minutes. I texted Leena 'plan 6, I'm leaving in 5 minutes'. I zipped up my suitcase and put my guitar in it's case. I pulled my suitcase off of my bed and picked up my guitar case. I headed downstairs. I went out the back door and headed for the woods. I swiftly followed the path to my left. Leena and I had figured out that it leads to her ranch. If she got the text when I sent it she should be waiting to get me into her house. Her mom and dad already knew what was going on so they were in on plan 6. I looked back at the house. Not my home, just my house. Why don't I feel sad that my mom is dead? Maybe it's because she never hugged me, or ever cared about me. She just did what she thought moms were supposed to do. I turned and continued to follow the path. I should be there in about two minutes. I thought about Logan. Would he be sad? He would probably be mad that I was running away. He knew that I was here getting hit every night while he was off singing with his friends. But he never told anyone about me, his friends didn't even know I existed. He could help me, but he never did. I'm better at singing but yet who gets to pursue a career in singing? Him of course.

I came to the open land and Leena came sprinting towards me. She had half of her short black layered hair up so her Asian features stood out, like her family's. She so short but so fast. She grabbed my suitcase and left me with my guitar. The horses to our left whinnied and the chickens to our right clucked and ran around in the cages as we ran by. Her mom already had the door open and we ran into the kitchen. Leena set down my suitcase and hugged me. I winced when she squeezed my ribs, another bruise as a result of last night. She let go and her mom got me a glass of water. "What happened, sweetie?"

I sat in one of the chairs and took the glass. I can trust her. "I found my mom in the bathroom. She hung herself." Leena's mom gasped and Leena started to cry. "But oddly I don't feel sad about it. Her and I were never close."

Leena's mom handed Leena a tissue. "I know Ashley, it's such a shame."

I looked at her. "How?"

Leena's mom smiled at me, but it was a different smile. One I've seen moms wear when they smile at their kids. "That you are only 15 but yet you've gone through more than I have at 46."

Leena picked up my suitcase again. "Let's bring your stuff up to my room. The air mattress has your name written all over it."

I picked up my guitar case and followed her up the stairs and into her room. The walls were bright green along with all of the furniture and electronics. How she managed to get a green flat screen TV is beyond me. Her room was big and she had moved her bed to right side of the room and the air mattress was set up right next to it. She flipped on MTV and she set my suitcase by the door. I pulled my guitar out of it's case and strummed a few notes. Leena threw a shoe at me. "Look at the TV! It's your brother!"

And sure enough, there was Logan with his friends and their producer, Gustavo Rocque and his assistant Kelly. The lady on the TV said something about them being in Minnesota because Gustavo was looking for someone new to sign. Leena looked at me and smiled. "No. No. No. No. NO."

She jumped on the bed. "Come on Sushi! You are amazing at singing! Way better than your brother! You could do it!"

I groaned. "Leena stop."

She jumped on the air mattress and put her face about 6 inches from mine. "You're doing it."

I shook my head. "No I'm not."

She smiled. "Yes you are. Now lets get you all prettied up so you can audition."

She stood up and looked through my suitcase. How can I get out of this? "We don't even know what time it starts!"

She smirked as she walked to her closet. "Yes we do. They just said it. The auditions end in an hour. Just run a brush through that hair and I'll get Viktor to drive us."

Her brother popped in the doorway. "What am I doing?"

Leena made puppy-dog eyes at him. "Will you pretty please drive us to an audition? Not for me, for Sushi?"

He looked at me and sighed. "One of these days Leena you are going to be arrested for your powers of persuasion. Just come and get me when you're ready."

He left and Leena jumped up and down. "Yay!"

She grabbed something out of her closet and threw it at me. I picked it up and it was a flowy white and black zebra striped shirt. She went back into her closet and threw black denim mini-skirt at me. "I am NOT going to wear a skirt."

Leena closed the door. "Yes you are."

I'm not going to win this one. I changed into them and stood up. I walked over to the full length mirror that hung on the back of her door. She smiled as my eyes widened. I looked, well, pretty. But the shirt was short sleeved and showed my arms. Leena took me left arm and gently touched the thin scars on the inside of my upper arm. She took my right arm and saw there were more in the same place. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "You cut?"

I bit my lip and looked away. I stared at my guitar. "I- sometimes."

She grabbed my brush and ran it through my long hair. She turned me towards the mirror. "You see her? Her name is Ashley Marie Mitchell. She 15 and extremely talented. She's amazing at playing the guitar and the piano. She's and excellent singer and so smart. She's beautiful but has a dark past. Her father is a terrible man but she sticks it out. She loves corndogs with a burning passion and hates snakes. She hates skirts and dresses but looks like a supermodel when she wears them, even if she is short. I think she's afraid of flying. But guess what? She's my best friend, no matter what. And she's going to go out there and prove everything that I just said. She's going to make me proud. You got that? You can do this."

I walked to the air mattress and picked up my guitar. "Thanks Leena."

She clapped. "I have something for you." She went over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out a box wrapped in music note wrapping paper. She handed it to me. "Happy Early Birthday!"

I took it from her and set my guitar on her bed. "But my birthday is in 2 weeks."

She shrugged. "I figured something would happen so I made sure I got it early." I tore the wrapping paper off and cut myself trying to open the box. Leena laughed. "Very Bella Swan."

I stuck my tongue out at her and managed to open the box. I pulled out a black guitar strap. It had ~Ashley~ stitched on one side and ~Sushi~ on the other side. I hugged Leena hard. "Thank you Leena. This means so much to me."

She hugged me back. "I wish I could do more but I figured it would be something you would use a lot."

I smiled. "It is, thank you so much." She pulled away. I attached the strap to my guitar and slung it over my shoulder. "Let's go."

-30 minutes later-

We walked in and Viktor went to park the car. Leena picked up an audition form and handed it to me. I filled it out and handed it to one of the guys at the table. They handed me a number. "You can go right in."

I felt my heart start to beat faster and Leena turned me to face her. "You can do this Sushi. I'll be right there the whole time."

I nodded and she pushed me through the doors. I walked toward the microphone and saw the producer and his assistant, Kelly I think. Logan and three other guys were in the second row of seats. Logan jumped up. "What are you doing here?"

I cleared my throat. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

He shook his head. "You need to go home."

I smiled. "Shut up Hortenz."

The producer clapped his hands. "Another dream I get to crush. What's your name?"

I adjusted my guitar. "Ashley Mitchell."

He looked at Logan. "You have a sister?"

Logan nodded. "Y-Yeah. She's a two years younger than me."

He turned around and looked at me. "Well hopefully you can sing better than him."

I smiled. "I can, trust me."

I started to play.

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take

On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand, Then you stand

Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down

Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend till you break
Cause it's all you can take

On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand

Every time you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
Oh

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take

On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand

Oh, Oh, Oh, O-Oh
Then you stand

Their jaws might as well have fallen off. Kelly looked at Logan, then at me, then Logan, and me again. "You two are related?" I nodded.

Gustavo shook his head and started yelling. "There is no possible way that I am going to sign you with Rocque Records. Never, ever, EVER!"

The Asian bottle of fury that I call my best friend stormed onto stage. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! You know she's amazing you just won't admit it! And you know damn well that if she were to go to any other record company they would get down on their knees and beg. So why don't you just swallow you pride and hand her the damn contract."

Gustavo stared at her and I couldn't help but smile. Kelly shuffled through a bunch paper and seemed to find what she was looking for. I need to thank Leena later. Kelly motioned for me to come to her. I jumped down and walked over to her. Logan and his three friends came over to me. Logan pulled me aside. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I crosses my arms and looked up at him. "I think I'm doing something about my life. I think I'm not going to deal with getting pushed around anymore. You see this bruise?" I pointed to the bruise on my cheek. "This is from dad. You've known what he does to me, but you don't do anything. I'm done."

His friends walked over to us. The blonde one waved. "Hi. I'm Kendall. This is James and-"

The shortest one slapped his helmet. "I'm Carlos."

I nodded. "Hi."

They were all taller than me but Carlos was only about an inch taller. Kelly walked over and handed me a pen. I signed in about a dozen places and initialed in just as many. Why do contracts have to be signed so many times? "Am I done?"

Kelly smiled. "Yup. Now tomorrow we'll pick you up and bring you to the airport. Where do you live?"

I looked at Leena. "Leena?"

Logan stared at me. "What. Did. You. Do?"

I set my guitar in one of the seats. And stepped forward, getting into his personal space. "What did I do? I'll tell you what I did." I continued to step forward and her stumbled back. "For the past 15 years of my life I've been hit, beaten and abused. I've been taking the punishment for your success. And as soon as you left it got worse. You got to go after a dream that wasn't even yours. You never wanted to have a singing career, I did! But who got to do that? You!" I felt two hands on each of my wrists and a pair of arms around my waist. Logan looked scared out of his mind. I fought against the people holding me back. "You can't sing, I can! You can't play guitar or piano, I can! Have you ever even written a song? That song I sang a minute ago, I wrote that! We have nothing in common, you aren't my brother Logan. I hate you. I HATE you! You get everything and it's not fair!" I rammed my left elbow back and hit who-ever it was in the face. I saw James tumble back. I did the same with my right and Kendall fell to the ground. I slammed my head back but it hit something rubber. I spun around and looked just above my eyesight to see Carlos. He tightened his grip around me. "Calm down, Ashie."

I tried to fight against me. "Why should I?"

He glanced at Logan. "Because he's no worth it."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Calm down. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I'm calm."

He smiled. "You have pretty eyes."

They all were staring at us. "CARLOS!"

I laughed and tried to break his hold but he was too strong. "Carlos, let go!"

Kendall put his hand on Carlos's shoulder. "If you don't let go of Ashley I will break James's lucky comb."

James squeaked and held something that I'm guessing was his lucky comb to his chest. "You wouldn't!"

Kendall crossed his arms. "Try me."

James started to pull on Carlos but he wouldn't let go. I took his helmet off of his head. He let go and tried to grab it. I threw it to James and he chased James. I turned to Logan. "You're lucky they held me back. But I swear I will hurt you the next time I get the chance. And no one will be able to hold me back." Kendall helped him up but Logan almost fell over. Twitched my fist and he cringed.

Leena grabbed my wrist. "Let's go Sushi. You've got to rest up."

I got my guitar from the chair and Leena pulled me out the door and out to the parking lot.

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